Bold - loud noises
Italics - thoughts
1687 A.D.
Boom!
An explosion rocked the earth.
Boom! Boom!
Another wall crumbles down.
Percy and Quynh raced across the streets, following the panicking crowd.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Another building collapses.
"Help! Help! Someone help me!" A voice cried out over the explosions.
Percy dashed away from the group, expertly avoiding the falling debris. Cursing under her breath, Quynh chased after him.
"Percy, come on, we have to go."
No response.
"Percy? Percy? Where'd you go?"
No response.
Rushing along the sides of the ruined buildings, Quynh continued her search for Percy, keeping her eyes peeled.
Boom!
"Percy! Where'd you go?!" As Quynh yelled out, she heard a slight scuffle in the building beside her. With some effort, she made her way to the center of the ruined building.
There Percy was, cradling an injured, old woman. Slowly walking closer, she heard them talking.
"-my time to go. Thank you for trying to save me, young man. Go. Save yourself," whispered the dying female.
"I'm sorry. May you rest in peace ma'am." Quynh could hear the hurt and grief in Percy's voice.
As she watched the life leave the old woman, she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She watched as he gently placed the lifeless body down on the ground.
Boom!
An explosion shocked her out of her reverie.
"Percy! Come on, we have to go." Quynh yelled.
After one last look back at the body, he replied, "Let's go."
Leaving the battle site, Quynh could see that Percy was mad. Really mad. When they visited Athens to visit Percy's homeland, they did not expect to be attacked. Now, Athens was in Ottoman control with the Great Pantheon damaged. Percy was burning with fury. Quynh could tell that Percy wanted to fight, to avenge his home-nation.
"Percy, calm down, please. There's a thunderstorm outside. Please, Percy, this land has suffered enough today."
Taking a deep breath, he sighed. He could not help but feel anger at the Ottomans. Before the fall of the gods, he had been the champion of Athena, his father's rival. Even though his father and matron hated each other's guts, he loved both of them, both parental figures in his life. To see his surrogate mother's city destroyed infuriated him.
"I'm going back." He muttered.
"No! Percy you can't go back. There's an army out there. You'll be killed, then they'll find out our secret!" Quynh worriedly yelled, blocking his way back to the city.
"Stay out of my way, Quynh! I don't care if they find out. They messed with my people. I won't let them get away." Percy snapped.
"Percy. Listen to me. You going out there and fighting will not help stop this war. One man can't do much against a whole army. They have cannons, weapons that'll kill with one hit. Percy, you will not survive this battle."
Percy bit back two words, "Watch me."
This was the last time Quynh saw Percy in a long time.
September 27, 1687, would be labeled, "The Wrath of the Athena," by all European history books. Not even an hour after Morosini ordered the shot on the Pantheon on September 26, 1687, a hurricane swept through the city of Athens. Once the hurricane mysteriously dissipated the next day, the few Greek soldiers who protested the order carried out by the Venetian army were found unconscious, sleeping in the center of the Pantheon. Bloody bodies of both Ottoman and Venetian troops surrounded the Greek soldiers, forming a circle. A message was carved into the ground of the Pantheon, "Νερό και σοφία", "Water and Wisdom". The city destroyed, the ruins of the Pantheon stood tall and proud, overlooking the dead city.
When Quynh received news of the fate of Athens along with the rest of the survivors, she felt the shock set in. Percy had done the impossible and she had doubted him. She felt horrible for questioning and leaving her only friend. She thought Percy would never forgive her. She thought Percy would leave her. Percy probably hates me already. He was so mad at me before he left.
Following the rest of the refugees, she boarded the boat, leaving Athens and Percy in it.
When Percy finally found his way to the refugee camp, he was exhausted. His already great fury only burned brighter when he learned that Morosini was planning on pillaging the monuments of Greece. He had overpowered his hurricane destroying most of the city. He hadn't used his powers or fought for so long. Trudging through the camp, he searched for Quynh. For more than an hour, he looked for his female companion. Asking around, all the refugees informed him that a foreign, black-haired woman left the camp a while ago. Cursing his weak state, he collapsed once he formed some shelter for himself.
His only thought before falling into the realm of Morpheus was "betrayal".
Author's Note
Hey everyone, sorry for taking so long to finish this chapter. Ik a month and a half to write like 800 words. Sports and stuff started, got tons of schoolwork. I've honestly had such low motivation to write these days. I have low motivation to do anything really. I don't really know how to connect any of my super random ideas. Hopefully, I can get some motivation and start writing more again. Thank you for all the support!