Author's Note: Hello there people, and welcome to chapter 2 of The Battlefield. First things first, there is a VERY important A/N at the bottom of the chapter so please read that as it is EXTREMELY important. Okay? Good. Now, everyone that is reading this please read my other PJO fanfiction Romans' Revenge, and more importantly RedAce16's PJO fanfiction Son Of Speed. I guarantee that you will enjoy the latter and I'm sure that if you like my writing in this story then you will like the former also. Anyways here's the chapter, and don't forget to read the A/N at the bottom. DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJO (sadly) all rights to R.R
The lone survivor of the massacre
The champion of the day
Is now faced with a challenge
Conquer he must, but fail he may
The hard road that awaits him
Is enough to make most crumble
But for the sake of all things good
When the time comes he can not fumble
Step by agonizing step, Percy Jackson waded through piles of bodies, guts and golden sand, wanting to leave this gods forsaken place. Yet wherever he looked, he could not see anything other than scenes of death and tragedy. Not a living soul was about, save him, and he was getting more frustrated by the second. He tried to sing songs about walking and journeys, but all he could thing of was the verse: These boots were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. Not very helpful when you're trying to avoid stepping on dead people. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. He thought that he was hallucinating at first, but there it was again. Even if it wasn't a person, it was the best thing he'd seen for the past 24 hours. It meant that there was life, which meant that there was a sustainable amount of food and water which meant that- He stopped himself. It was probably just a lone monster, maybe even the last one. He turned around, looking for the thing, whatever it was, until his eyes rested on a cloaked figure about fifty yards away from him.
"Who are you?" Percy called, his voice a tad hopeful.
The person - assuming it was a person and not a god - said something that he couldn't make out. Upon realizing this, the figure burst forward with an unnatural amount of speed stopping about a yard before Percy and holding out his hand. "Your ally."
Spirits low and hopes long gone
Wishing that this is all a con
You dream of a comfortable bed to sleep on
But knowing that you will never have one
Unless you learn to fight and survive
You may never leave this place alive.
A/N:To all of my loyal followers, I have an announcement to make (*clears throat*) This story is going to turn into a SYOC! Okay, to some people it might not be a big announcement but still! There will be space for 6 OCs and not necessarily on a first come first serve basis, more to do with quality, though I will only accept the first 12 OCs. They must be submitted through PM or Review using the OC form below. Please use detail in the appearance section and overall as that may be the difference between your OC being chosen or not. If there are any missing details in one section but in all other sections there is lots of detail, I may be inclined to fill in the gaps myself and still use your OC. Please don't miss bits out on purpose because if I believe that that is what you are doing then I will reject your form.
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