Hello! I've been reading the reviews and something bugged me. To be clear. This story is already done. It's a Perlia. There won't be a harem, and even if there was going to be a harem there would be nothing you could do about it because this story is already written. The only thing reviewing gets you guys, the readers, is a higher update frequency. To be clear. The more reviews I get the more often I update. I'm not going to not update if you don't review, but a notification from gmail that this story has a new review makes my day and makes me more likely to put a new chapter up ahead of schedule.
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The fury hissed and cracked her fiery whip. The monster horde charged forward.
"Hey! You'll die!" the boy demigod yelled, pleading for him to retreat. But Percy Jackson didn't retreat. He morphed his sword into a bow and took his stance before firing arrow after arrow into the horde. He heard a quiet gasp behind him as the monsters got to close for his bow and it melted back into his sword. Percy met the monster charge.
"Raaaaaaaaah!" he roared, his sword flashed in the fading light of the sun and a hell hound fell. He spun and danced through the monster horde alone, bringing death and fear with him. The monsters were half gone by the time Percy began to feel fatigued, he had underestimated the size of the force Hades sent against the daughter of Zeus. A bolt of lightning slammed into a hell hound about to land on his back, but it had come from the hill. Percy decapitated a cyclops and turned to see the blue eyed demigod running toward the horde with a bronze spear raised and shield lowered. He smiled and roared a battle cry as he attacked with new vigor. Soon the monster horde was dust. Percy turned to thank the daughter of Zeus when a fury swept down and cracked its whip. The Daughter of Zeus was sent flying, she landed on top of the hill and didn't move. Percy ran up the hill in time to see her exhale with a note of finality before her head lolled. The air danced with energy and he leapt back. A massive bolt of lightning struck the girl's prone form, when it dissipated there was a pine tree in her place. Percy stared at it for a moment before turning and walking into the forest.
Percy silently mourned the death of the blue eyed girl. Mavros whined sadly as Percy brooded on her fate. She hadn't been dead yet when the lightning hit her. It was possible she was still alive, just in tree form. He stood and walked into his kitchen sadly. He sat at his small table and started writing on a blank piece of paper. He folded the note into a paper airplane and threw it toward Camp. Then he settled down to wait.
Chiron found the paper airplane on the front porch. He lifted it up and read the two words on the blank sheet before turning and galloping for the forest.
Percy waited patiently in his small clearing for his centaur friend. The sound of hooves reached him sooner than expected. Chiron burst into the clearing and hurried toward him.
"What do you need Percy?" he asked,
"I wish to speak with the companions of the girl who died. If you would be so kind as to give them directions here, I would be grateful." Percy answered.
"You seemed strangely focused on saving that group, what was different about them?" Chiron asked,
"The girl who died…" he trailed off, waiting for his brother to supply a name,
"Thalia." Chiron supplied,
"Thalia, she had blue eyes did she not?" Percy asked, Chiron gasped,
"I thought you were colorblind." The centaur exclaimed,
"I am, except for things like my sword or Mavros. If something or someone evokes a strong enough emotion in me I can see them in color. The problem is I have no idea what emotion that girl's eyes brought out in me. But I couldn't save her, and now I may never know." Percy frowned.
"I will send them as soon as possible." Chiron promised, he turned and ran back into the forest toward Camp. Percy smiled slightly and drew a simple knife, he began twirling it between his fingers while he waited.
The two new campers arrived after two days. Percy had remained where he sat on a short stump, playing with the knife. As they stepped into the clearing he let it slip from his fingers. It stuck into the ground a few feet in front of him,
"Sit." He offered. The pair warily approached him before sitting. The boy kept his hand on his sword cautiously
"Who are you?" the boy asked,
"First, remove your hand from your blade son of Hermes. It is rude to threaten your host." Percy stated calmly. The boy recoiled.
"How do you know that?" he asked, dropping his hand.
"The same way I know she is a daughter of Athena. You reek of your father, she of her mother. I am Perseus, your great uncle." Percy answered. The son of Hermes stared at him.
"Whoa! You have a dog? No way!" the little girl, probably seven, suddenly yelled. She bounded for Mavros before stopping and looking down, embarrassed,
"It's fine young one. He won't bite you." Percy reassured her, the little girl hurried toward the dog, laying a few feet from Percy, slowly.
"What's his name?" she asked, Percy smiled softly,
"Mavros." He answered,
"Why'd you name your dog 'Black'?" she asked,
"How about I answer one of your questions for every question you answer of mine?" Percy asked, the little girl looked to the older boy hopefully.
"Fine Annabeth. But we still need to be back before curfew." The son of Hermes acquiesced,
"The harpies will leave you alone if I escort you. We can take all the time we need to answer both your questions, and mine." Percy smiled.
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