WP: Hey guys I'm back.
Herb: Nobody cares.
WP: You know you are a dick right?
Herb: And you do know that I am a character that was supposed to be you in the apocalypse right?
WP:...Bastard.
Roy: Haha, you are getting bad mouthed by your own character.
Herb: -draws sword- Shut it, only I can insult him.
WP: Agreed. Now get in positions. And I don't own the Percy Jackson books or any of its characters minus those whom I made up.
Herb: Also, eventually, this will be slightly offensive to a lot of religions. Say when is that?
WP: About chapter 4, 5, or 6.
Herb: Okay, well I'll be going to my spot. Later.
Herb sighs as he walks into the arena. He has been at Camp Half-Blood for about a week and the campers only know three things about him. One, he comes to the arena to either train or clear his mind. Two, he isn't the most social guy. Three, he came from a different camp. He sighs, before drawing his sword. The black blade seems have an odd, illusionary shine on the sunny day, before Herb starts to slash at some straw filled dummies with multiple combos and techniques. As he continues on with the training, he starts to get a nagging feeling he is being watched so, being reasonable, he does a one-eighty and holds his sword on his side.
"Alright, I know you are there so show yourselves," He calls out, swinging his sword onto his shoulder. Soon, James and Leslie come into view which is then followed by one of :Herb's sighs. Not just any sigh, but one that seemed to say, Well this is going to be long.
"Herb, are you coming to the beach with everyone else?" James asked, with a smile which was then followed by Leslie's smile.
"No," Herb responded plainly before spinning back around to continue training and killing the smiles.
"There will be Aphrodite girls. In bikinis," James says, still trying to convince the son of Ares.
"Still no, because I caught one of them trying to watch me shower," Herb says as he starts to slash at dummies.
"There will be a small tournament," Leslie speaks up, catching Herb's attention.
"If you need me, I'll be getting swim trunks," Herb says before causing his sword to go back to locket form and walking towards the Ares cabin.
"You do know that is a volleyball tournament right?" James asks Leslie once Herb was out of earshot.
"Yes, but he doesn't," Leslie says with a smirk which caused James to laugh a little. Poor Herb, he just got duped by his half-brother's girlfriend. James and Leslie both start to walk towards their respective cabins after that moment to change into swimwear. After about ten minutes, James walks out of the Apollo cabin wearing a pair of swim trunks that had a sky blue background and one giant yellow ball representing the sun on his waist and part of his right leg and a pair of sandals while Leslie walks out of the Poseidon wearing a blue bikini bottom and a white tank-top to hide the other part of her swim attire along with blue flip flops. Both teens look around for Herb and assume that he was already down at the beach only to find said person walking towards them wearing black swimtrunks with a flame like pattern at the ends of shorts rising up and a black athletic shirt covering his chest and a pair of sandals on his feet.
Herb didn't say a word as he continues walking past them to the beach. Leslie and James both look at the War God's son oddly due to him wearing a shirt when they were going to the beach. Putting their observation in the back of their minds, they start to follow Herb towards the beach and large amount of joy laughter. Once at the beach, Herb looks over the scene, unlike Leslie and James who just go down to have fun.
"Yep, I am an outcast. Just the way I like it," Herb says as he starts to walk down to the water, while everyone else is either swimming, sun bathing, or, if you are the Apollo kids, where playing random tunes with guitars and other instruments they could bring. He looks at the water and sits down looking out to it. People start to look at him strangely as he sits there, but he doesn't care as he was lost in a deep thought.
How do people just find a way to avoid the evil in the world? He thinks to himself as he continues to look out. He was soon broken out of his thoughts as a volleyball rolled next to him.
"Yeah, you want to play?" A random Athena boy asks before Herb stands up and runs over with the ball in hand. Being trained where he was taught him a lot of things, and one of them was volleyball.
After about an hour, Herb's team was playing against another team. The score was tied with one more point needed to win with Herb's team in control of the of Herb's teammates serves the ball and it was returned, a teammate set in the air and Herb sprints before spiking it and giving them the win. As everyone cheered, one of the opposing team's members walks up to Herb with a very annoyed look on his face.
"What makes you think that you are accepted here, you nobody?" The male asks as he shoves Herb, who just sighs.
"Nothing, in fact I accept the fact I'm not accepted. But what gives you the right to separate me from everyone else?" Herb says back as he catches his footing. With a growl, the other male runs at Herb and throws a punch only for Herb to move his head to the side.
"You missed," Herb says calmly, annoying that attacking male more. The male throwing punches continues to swing and miss as Herb continues to dodge. Soon, the attacking half-blood pulls out a knife and starts to swipe at Herb but the son of Ares continues to dodge. At least, it seemed but soon Herb's shirt was littered in holes and cuts. As his attacker goes to stab him, Herb grabs the attacker's wrist and does a maneuver to make the stab miss and then throws his elbow into the other male's gut.
As the wannabe attacker falls to his knees, Herb delivers a rising kick causing him to fall onto his back unconscious. Herb then takes off his ruined shirt to reveal to anyone who was watching the fight a severely scarred chest that resembled those of a veteran warrior or a tortured prisoner of war and a scarred back of a disobedient slave with whip like marks making the scars. People then start to mumble, but Herb payed no mind to it as he started to walk away to get away from the crowds.
-Time skip: That Night-
Herb was in his bed in the Ares cabin, sleeping but it was anything but peaceful. In his dream, he was in what looks like an old warehouse, where a male, roughly his own age maybe younger, fell to the ground dead as a cold female chuckle filled the room.
"Perfect, the demigods will come and we can start to kill them off. Oh how I do love how Master put me in charge," A female voice mused into the room. Soon, a pair of larger than normal cyclopes entered the room from the shadows.
"Mistress," One spoke before the second added," How should we prepare the entrance?"
"Simple," The shadowed female leader says before finishing," Show the dead bodies then ambush the living demigods but don't kill them. We need to interrogate them on where the blade is." Soon the female laughed again before stopping and Herb was frozen in place as a face he least expected step out from the shadows.
"It seems we have a dreamer," The woman speaks as if she was looking at Herb directly before Herb woke up in a cold sweat.
"Not her," Herb says, with a look of fright on his face, before adding," I have to stop any team being sent to that place." With that he gets out of bed, but what he didn't know is that while he was asleep Percy received an Iris message from a scout team about needing back up in a monster den and the son of Poseidon had already sent out a support team. Herb runs out of his cabin, in his basic gear and hood on, heading for the Big House.
Once the son of Ares made it to the barn, he enters and sees Percy resting on the couch.
"Did you send a support team to a monster den?" Herb asks only to get a nod as a response.
"Damn it, it's a trap," Herb says, causing Percy to get off the couch.
"What do you mean, it's a trap?" The older demigod asks before Herb started to explain his dream. Percy sat back down thinking and started to curse.
"Herb, you are to go save the support team, comprised of Dray, son of Hecate, Jasmin, Daughter of Aphrodite, and Robert, son of Hermes," Percy concludes before Herb nods as he accepts the quest and throws back on his hood. Herb then sprints out of camp before pulling out a separate set of keys and clicks them as a black and red motorcycle speeds out of nowhere.
"Thank you, inconsiderate father Ares," Herb says before he hops on and speeds down the roads, knowing that the zombies are in the more, excuse me, previously highly populated areas. Herb guns it, heading for an area near the East river remembering hearing the sound of flowing since it is the closest river near him currently. After a roughly fifteen minute drive, due to him ignoring all previous speed limits and may or may not have nitro, Herb arrives at a warehouse only to hear a scream.
Herb gets off and draws his sword before crashing through the building's doors only to run into two cyclopes, six hellhounds, and a rather pissed looking chimera. Needless to say, he was disarmed, and tied up alongside a male and a female. As he looks for the third in their group he notices a dead body pinned to the wall with a sword through the stomach. As the captives, minus Herb, start to worry that same female voice from Herb's voice starts to speak.
"Now what do we have here?" She asks as the woman comes out of the shadows and reveal brown hair, the same color of an oak tree's bark, blue eyes and wearing a crimson dress that hugged her figure and a pair of black heels. Herb stares at the woman and growls gaining a laugh from her.
"Oh if it isn't the boy I forgot to kill all those years ago," The woman says with a smile before asking," Did you finally come to die by your mother's hands?"
"Shut up, you're not my mother," Herb growls, gaining confused looks by his fellow captives, before he adds," You're a body snatching demon, who kills just to look prettier and destroy lives."
Herb's 'Mother' laughs at the insults before saying," Too true boy, and yes. I stole your mother's body to torture you." She then walks over to the other male and grabs his throat and snaps it causing the female captive to stare in shock.
"Now then," The woman says with a smile before going over to the younger girl and asks," Do you know where a curved blade of a scythe is?"
The girl doesn't answer but as the body snatcher smashes her foot, the girl replies," No. I haven't."
"Poo," The body snatcher says before adding," I guess you have to die now."
As the body snatcher starts to go for the female captive's throat, Herb spits a loogie on the body snatcher's face. Stopping her actions immediately, the body snatcher snaps and Herb was pinned down by the two cyclopes from before and she walks over to him.
"You filthy dog, what makes you think you can dirty my perfect body?" the body snatcher asks before gaining a chuckle from Herb.
"Your body?" He asks looking down before smoke starts to come off his body.
"Your body?" He asks again as the body snatcher takes a step back. He then looks up as he demands," Who gave the right to declare that as your body?"
"Simple, your pathetic mother did when she let me kill her," The body snatcher replies with a smirk and that set Herb off. After the last word exited her mouth, Herb exploded. Not like yelling, swearing, and anger exploding but like actual exploding. Crimson flames came off the son of Ares' body, disintegrating the two cyclopes pinning him down and burned away the rope around his wrists. Herb then started to walk forward as every living thing in the room had only one word to describe the flaming teen.
The true form of rage...Ares' true heir.
-WP: Yep I left a cliffhanger.
Herb: Dude, not cool.
WP: Shut up you.
Herb: Anyways, why were you gone for so long?
WP: Oh simple, I had a massive case of writer's block and then went on vacation with my family. I just got back yesterday and today when i woke up I just got some energy to write. I apologize to all of those who are reading this. I promise to never upload this late again, and if you are reading this; Please follow or review. Show me a sign that this is something people want to read. I know I'm not the best writer out there, but just show me a sign people want to read this. Anyways until next time, and if you ever have an idea for me just pm me because I need a beta reader because I've been having my brother read this and well...He's nine. Well see you.