The Betrayed Hero (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

3.

All rights go to Rick Riordan. :) Don't steal this book though! :P

∙☆∙

Chorís Nóima/ Percy POV:

I guess you could say I was in a bad mood, but the now partly crushed training area already announced it. Due to my eventful morning I was not able to eat my breakfast of blue pancakes with blueberry syrup. I don't know about the others but I enjoy my breakfast, it is very important to me.

When I entered, everyone in my team froze and looked at me questionably. They knew that I have the power to cause more than this much damage but, it has been a long time since I've caused so much here. Looking up I saw that my best friend and my second command, Íroas, was coming over to me.

"Dude, what's gotten into you? Yeah I know you missed breakfast but that does not mean that you get to destroy the obstacle course. Like seriously, I was about to beat a record!" To be honest, it was a sucky obstacle course. Who decided to add rampaging butterflies to it? Let's be honest, there's never going to be a job that's going to require me to run from rampaging butterflies.

"I'm just having a bad day. It's fine, don't worry about me." I replied, trying to get him off my back. Which completely failed, Íroas is pretty good at reading my emotions. The blonde hair guy stepped back and studied me.

"Did you get one? I mean a flashback. Did you get one?" I didn't answer to that question, my face already held the answer.

"Oh, was it about you know um her?" He scratched his head nervously.

"Yeah and drop it. We have other things to do." That might've been a bit too harsh but it was needed around him. Íroas was there in my old life, he knew her. Except he died before all the bad things happened to me. According to him, everything that happened at the camp was more than it seemed on the surface. Also, that she didn't do anything wrong and that maybe I judged too quickly.

As if.

You see, he was part of my old life. He knew the people at that camp and he believes that they weren't at fault.

How does he know so many people at camp?

Well, formerly he was know as Luke. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, my once biggest enemy. A lot changed since then, we are pretty much best friends now and we sorta do normal things with each other. Like throwing a ball, not challenging each other to death.

Ever since I ran from that camp I have taken refuge here, on this land that is below Tartarus but is everywhere in the Universe. I try everyday to right my wrongs. One of the things that I have done was to create an elite team of heroes that could help the world. (Chaos helped me.) Due to the jobs we do, we had to create nicknames for ourselves.

Everyone on my team came from my past life, excluding Ouránia. It consisted of eleven members. First, Luke Castellan as Íroas which is Greek for hero. At first he didn't want that name because he thought that he wasn't one; he thought he was a coward. I told him that he always was a hero, even if it took the last five minutes of his life to figure it out. Then there is Silena Beauregard and Charles Beckendorf as Beauty and Forge. I'm glad that I was able to reunite them in this life.

Looking over I saw a brown hair, blue-eyed guy who was running from Beauty and Forge because he just did a prank. It was no other than Travis Stoll as Thief. Unfortunately, Travis died heroically during the battle with Gaea. I remembered the weeks after, his twin, Connor, wouldn't eat due to grief. Turning to my right I saw Michael Yew and Lee Fletcher shooting with their bow and arrows. That is why their nicknamed them as Bow and Arrow. They're sons of Apollo, god of archery, and their skill is pretty dang good unlike me.