And I found myself looking into the sea-green eyes of Percy Jackson. But… that was impossible! For one, Percy was a horrible sword-fighter… wasn't he? Memories flashed through my mind, of Percy killing hundreds of monsters, and not getting touched by any of them. I gasped and released Percy, staggering back and almost tripping over Connor.
"Drop the spell," Percy quietly.
"Or what?" Connor laughed.
In response, Percy leveled his sword in Connor's face. "Drop the spell," he repeated.
"I'm immortal. You can't kill me," Connor replied, laughing again.
"Yeah? God or not, I bet a sword in the face wouldn't feel too good, Ares."
Campers gasped, but Connor/Ares laughed and snapped his fingers. It was as if a fog disappeared from my head. My thoughts cleared, and I knew. Percy was the hero of Olympus, not Connor. Percy a great fighter and did all the amazing quests, not Connor.
I turned to Ares, who was back in his godly form, ready for blood. He only winked and disappeared. I turned to Percy.
"Whew, I'm hot," he said, pulling off his hoodie. Suddenly, I was angry.
"You disappear for three years, and you come back and saw I'm hot?!" Although, he really was—he hadn't been wearing a shirt underneath his hoodie, and I couldn't get enough of him.
He looked at me, smiled, and pulled me close. Then he kissed me once, gently on the lips. "That's what you want, right?"
I could only smile as he kissed me again. That was exactly what I wanted.
Ok! That is all I wrote, but I have three choices. One, I could rewrite the story form Percy's POV. Two, I could continue the story. Three, I could write a new fanfic. Please vote in the review box to tell me which you'd prefer