Hey what's going on? It's KeeponReadin'! Chapter 7 whoop whoop! Let's get this disclaimer party started!
1) Me and Rick Riordan are two totally different people... I don't own PJO or HoO!
2) This chapter basically lets you get to know the enemy just a little bit more so its not very long.
3) Chapter 8 will probably be a lot longer and more dramatic and crazy so bare with me!
4) Story time!
Chapter 7:
"Master, the deed is done." A man in a dark cloak bowed before a tall figure sitting upon a throne.
"Both heroes are dead?" The figure leaned forward on his throne in excitement. The man with the cloak nodded his head. "Finally, I will reach my proper place in this world! Stupid Camp Half-Blood will fall to its knees begging for my mercy; with their precious heroes gone this world is now mine for the taking!"
"Hah! Ignorant Son of Hermes you would still be rotting in the Fields of Punishment if not for me!" A thunderous voice soaked in evil shook the entire room.
"I have not forgotten your kindness, Gaea." The figure on the throne stood and bowed to an invisible but very real force. He stood again and regained his composure, "Nakamura!"
"What is it, Master?" The one called Nakamura replied and saluted in the direction of his "Master".
"I want you to make sure Percy and Annabeth are dead! I don't care what you have to do to get the job done, just make sure they won't be around to cause problems later!" The man walked toward a small candle near the stairs to his throne. The candlelight illuminated his sickly pale skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, and fiendish grin that was almost always spread across his scarred face. He was the enemy that would never die; the one who still haunted both Thalia's and Annabeth's thoughts to this very day. He was Luke Castellan.
The darkness began to fade into a mist around her and carried her down to look upon a fire scarred battlefield. She could see two figures sparring near the edge of the battlefield. As the vision focused she could see a familiar mop of jet black hair and a girl that she vaguely remembered being called Reyna. She knew that both Percy and Reyna were leaders and were forced to work together but she still felt pain forming in her chest. They laughed and blocked each other's attacks. Reyna was talking non-stop about something and Annabeth could tell that Percy was only barely listening. Then, Percy stopped and with one swooping motion he deflected her sword and sent it clattering to the ground 10 feet away. He tilted his head slightly in thought. Annabeth could tell he was about to have what she liked to call a "Percy Moment". Reyna looked at him with surprise. "Reyna, what does your shampoo smell like?" Wow, she thought, Percy hasn't changed at all.
Reyna looked taken aback but answered anyway, "Um… Oranges… Why?"
"Don't know, just curious I guess." He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm more of a Lemon guy personally." He got a faraway look in his eyes and it didn't take Annabeth long to figure out what he was thinking about. Just as Annabeth had realized that Percy had been missing her just as much as she had been missing him; the scene changed.
She saw what was kind of like a slideshow of images and memories: Luke falling off Mount Othrys, Luke finding her in the alley when she was seven, Luke holding the sky up, and so on. She felt an odd assortment of feelings: shame, hurt, disgust, loneliness, and fear. The emotion of fear was heavier and more intense than the others. Why? He's dead. He can't hurt anyone anymore. But Annabeth was wrong, dead wrong.
Gosh, why can't people just stay dead? Review please!