Pretty Little Fool [PJO x TVD] (ON HOLD)

01: I'm sick of apologies

SONG- What A Shame [Leyla Blue] 
P.O.V. Third Person

Taking a deep breath Percy calmed his breathing. He had to be rational about this, charging in blindly would certainly get him killed.

But the attack she's least expecting is a direct one.

Shaking his head Percy quelled the near suicidal thoughts. He had promised his mom he would come home to her and he'd be damned if some pissy primordial took that away from him.

Loosing sight of things wouldn't do anyone good. He had to think faster then he was reacting. But it was hard when the blood pumping though his veins was flickering more rapidly then he could formulate a plan. No, he had to stay calm, whoever lost their cool first lost the war. 

Single-mindedly Percy hacked and slashed at the monsters methodically. Be more efficient, not faster- his personal moto rang in his head. He'd rather do it right with the first strike then have to waste more of his energy on another blow, risking that the monster could turn on a less powerful demigod and kill them. 

He would fight hard to survive, but in order to do that he needed to not over extend himself so early in the fight. 

First blows would be crucial to his survival.

Duck. Slash. Parry. Behind! He was a deadly hurricane of unmatched skills, taking two to three hellhounds out at a time before more crowded around him, itching to taste his blood. He was fighting by instinct, briefly struggling to remain in control over his body before it went into autopilot and got him killed. 

He wouldn't let them taste his blood.

He couldn't let them.

If they had a taste they wouldn't stop until he was dead.

The wave of monsters seemed endless, no matter how many he cut down they just kept coming. If he wanted to end this fight, he would have to go for the source drawing them all into the same place. 

Gaea. 

She stood on a platform of earth, vines encircling her area and stabbing anyone who dared to get too close. Percy would have to go through the minefield of vines before he could even touch her. Power exuded off of her very figure, she was truly the mother of the earth. 

But Percy was a desperate demigod, and those were just as terrifying as the earth itself. 

Percy's breathing picked up as he spotted his opening, yelling back to Clarise to cover for him. She gave a nearly imperceptible nod and let out a battle cry, drawing the monsters to her as Percy ran through the battlefield. 

It was moments like these that reminded those from Camp-Half-blood why Percy was the one of prophecies, it was moments like these with the wind at his back that Percy was truly as malevolent as the ocean. It was both intriguing and terrifying to witness. 

It was as if some deep, ancient rage boiled under his skin until his eyes lit with a fire they had never seen from the demigod before.

Well, it had happened once before, deep in the depths of Tartarus but no one quite knew about that one. When he had choked the goddess of misery with her own poison, her first mistake had been trying to poison the son of the sea. 

Gaea's first mistake would be assuming she was immune connected to the earth. Her second mistake? Underestimating a demigod hellbent on something. 

Percy let out a yell as he catapulted himself over a vine that crashed upwards from the ground, aiming to restrict him, aiming to kill him. He slashed and weaved through the vines, water gathering around him. Adrenaline pumped through his veins