Percy Jackson, honored and betrayed savior of Olympus

Chapter 15, Ourea... Part 1

Third Person POV

 The ground literally shook in anticipation. Monsters and demigods alike struggled to stand. Mountains rose all over the battlefield, only one Primalordial could do this...

Ourea.

Hellhounds snarled, saliva foaming in their mouths. Dracanae hissed and drew their bows. Telkhines brandished pots of greek fire. Giants bellowed and readied their clubs.

On the other side, Hephaestus campers readied their catapults. Apollo campers and the hunters of Artemis drew their bows in their varied positions. Soldiers formed up in brigade positions, readying their rifles and swords to repel a charge. Hermes campers readied their knives and swords, being the fastest, ready to enter the fray. Ares campers brandished swords and spears, anticipating the following bloodbath. 

While all this was happening, something rose out of the ground, a regular-sized man. He looked like an old man, but not quite. He had no wrinkles, but wore an expression that showed that he had seen a lot, too much even. White hair that looked like clouds, and shoes that looked like stone.

He roared.

The sound was like thousand mountains had dropped down on the earth, and crushed a million pieces of glass. The sound echoed through the mountains, which seemed to make it louder. The man started the battle...