Chapter 11: The Blood Battles
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Karana:
A thick cloud hung in the air. The heaviness of what Charles said, hung in the air. I had never even heard of the gods of Olympus, but still, it seemed like a big deal.
"So if the gods do go to war, who would it be against?" John asked.
"Well, it could be a number of things, it could be each other, a titian that has been reformed, there are a lot of possibilities." Charles said.
"What would happen to the people in the world, that don't have a gods' blood?" John asked.
"Well if it a big war, which it probability will be, the world will be in pretty rough shape. There would be a lot of deaths and the people would have no idea what was going on. They would see the destruction, but they wouldn't be able to see what was causing it; the mist prevents that." Charles answered.
A twig snapped behind us. We all spun around. A pair of dark eyes showed through the under growth. We all stood, not knowing what to do. The figure came forward.
"Clarisse…" Charles said quietly.
"Hi Charles." She said coldly.
"Clarisse, please, don't do anything stupid." Charles said warningly.
A dangerous look came into the girl's eyes. "You were supposed to be my ally. We had a deal, and you broke it."
"I never agreed to it." I said.
"Yes you did."
"When?" Charles asked daringly, as he drew his sword.
"The day before we left for this place." She said, she too drawing her sword.
"I don't remember that one." Charles said, starting to circle Clarisse.
Clarisse laughed. "Do you honestly think you're better than me? My dad is the god of war."
"Yes." Charles said.
Clarisse let out a yell as she lunged forward, the tip of her sword pointed at Charles's stomach.
Percy
I heard a voice far off; it was calling my name, or something along those lines. I felt like I weighed nothing. A sharp pain surged in my lower leg.
I heard a moan, and realized that it had come from my lips.
I felt a hand on my forehead. It felt cold against the cold, clammy skin on my head.
I heard a voice, it sounded rich and almost creamy. It was welcoming, yet scary and mysterious. It was a women's voice, although one I had never heard before.
"Be ready, be warned, be prepared, and never give in." The mysterious voice said.
"Of what?" I managed to ask feebly.
"The war of Olympus, the fate of the world will be decided. You Percy Jackson, will make the final decision, it will tear you apart either way, your fate as been decided no matter what you choose. Be ready, be warned, be prepared, and never give in." The voice faded with each word.
I wanted to hear more, I needed to hear more. Yet the voice never returned.
A new voice whispered in my ear.
"Percy, please, please wake up, I need you. Please. Percy." The girl's voice came out in little hiccups as if she was trying to hold back tears.
"Annabeth." I tried to say, but it came out as more of a groan. I needed her to know I was okay…my heart ached from hearing her desperate cries.
"Annabeth." I tried again.
She pulled her head away from my head.
I opened my face and saw her tear-streaked face leaning over mine, and a glimmer of hope shone through her teary eyes.
Ron:
I didn't get any sleep that night. For one thing I had to keep watch, and even if I hadn't had to keep watch, I had absolutely no chance of falling asleep. Hermione's disappearance was scaring me, a lot. It wasn't like her to be gone for a long time, this was Hermione we were talking about, the girl with the plan.
On the bright side of things, Hermione wasn't dead. But on the dark side, this meant that someone could have caught her, and was harming her…neither option was any good.
My heart sunk even further when I thought of her body laying somewhere in the arena, crumpled and hurt.
I wanted to heave at that thought, but I didn't have anything in my stomach.
I hadn't eaten in probability the longest time in my life. My stomach kept ever so kindly, grumbling to remind me of the pain of the emptiness.
The water around the island we were on stirred. I jumped up.
A figure came closer and closer. Their head was bent down. I grabbed the first thing I saw: A large stick.
"Who are you?" I asked forcefully.
"Ron put the stick down; it wouldn't do you any good anyway." The figure said.
My heart leapt. "Hermione Granger, where in the bloody arena have you been? You've had me worried sick."
"It's complicated Wesel bee." My heart dropped as the cold, echolike voice of Draco Malfoy reached my ears.
The figure looked up. Both Hermione and Draco were under the black cloak.
"What the…" I started.
"Save it Weasly. If it weren't for me your little mudblood girlfriend wouldn't be alive right now." He said coldly.
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