New story. Percy doesn't return the bolt in time and World War 3 breaks loose among the gods. Let me know if it's good.
I don't own anything. All characters belong to Rick.
Run.
She moved like the wind, running as fast as she could to get away from there.
She had stumbled on them by accident, scouting the area to see if there was a way into the fortress. But there hadn't been one and she had run straight into a trap.
She nearly tripped on a root and faceplanted, but recovered just in time.
She had to get away.
Shouts came from behind her, along with the hustling of feet.
That wasn't good.
She was pretty sure they were children of Ares, as she had seen Clarisse La Rue standing with them, talking to them about something.
Then of course she had to sneeze and they came after her like the wind.
"Spread out!" Clarisse yelled from behind her. "See if you can catch a glimpse of who it is!"
That really wasn't good.
She ran faster, trying to find a place to hide. At least until they stopped looking where she was.
She looked around and there it was. A fallen tree that was hollowed out.
She ran there as fast as she could and slid into the log. She tried to catch her breath, slowly breathing in and out.
Then she heard it. The slow, but unmistakable sound of footsteps.
She gulped, then tried to burrow into the log even further.
The footsteps stopped. Then a voice spoke. "I know you're there."
Dang.
"Come out and put your hands where I can see them."
She got up, hands raising slowly.
Then came face-to-face with Clarisse La Rue.
She had grown since the last time she had seen her, with longer hair and a thicker frame.
"You," she said, narrowing her eyes at her.
"Yeah."
She looked over her as if she had changed too.
She entered into a defensive position against Clarisse. She could probably take her one-on-one in a fight, but there were others all around them. Clarisse could just call for them.
Oh well. If she was going down, she was going down with a fight.
Clarisse looked at her for a sec. She smiled. Turned around. Then started to walk away.
What?
"C'mon! Let's go."
Was she talking to her?
"But what about the spy?"
"Whoever it was got away. No point in wasting our energy for no reason."
She jumped back into the log as voices grumbled around her.
She heard people walking around and complaining.
Finally, the voices faded and the crunching of the footsteps stopped.
She counted to 10, then took off. Heart pounding, lungs burning, legs aching.
She stopped for a second to breathe, then thought back to what happened.
Why did she let her go?
Annabeth reflected as she raced back to the rendevous point, then realized one thing.
She should take whatever kindness she could because kindness was hard to come by in the midst of war.
Let me know whose side you want each Olympian to be on and if you want the Romans. That is if you care.
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