Percy Jackson And The Fates

A Man With Fire

"You know, why is someone camping in the morning?" Leo asked.

"It's kinda dark, but who knows why?" Frank said.

Annabeth stayed quiet as we quietly walked toward the fire. The sun was slithering up over the mountain, though it remained dark and cloudy.

"Is it just me or is the fire getting farther?" Annabeth said with a tied note.

Every time they took a step the fire got farther one step. They looked at each other.

"Maybe if we walk the other way, it will get closer," Annabeth suggested.

Frank and Leo looked at each other confused, but followed Annabeth. They started walking the other way from the fire. The woods seemed to churn and move forward and shift.

"Stop," Annabeth ordered.

Frank stopped with a sudden halt, he almost tripped. They were right in front of the campfire, the sound of the crackling and unusual silence.

Leo almost fell into the fire, but Annabeth caught him. However, Leo was fireproof so it didn't matter.

"The woods seem different, like..cursed" Frank stated, confused.

They all stared at the woods until there was a rustle behind them.

"You know, I'm right here." Someone said behind them in a familiar voice.

The three of them turned and jumped back, weapons ready. Frank had his bow and arrow locked on, Annabeth had her sword out, and Leo had a wrench.

The man sat on a log near the fire in a black ample cloak with his hood on, short sleeve oxford blue dress shirt that was almost buttoned up, light blue jeans, and black shoes. In the firelight, he had dark skin, a scar slicing his left eye, and another scar near his chin, he had the same bandages around his eyes with the piercing glow as before. His hair, dark black was longer than Frank's, his hair was sticking up like Leo's hair when he accidentally set himself on fire while launching fireworks.

Yes, I've seen it with Percy. Annabeth thought.

The firelight made his expression look dim and dull. He sat in a gangster position with open legs and his arms on his legs. He held a blue cupcake with a candle on it, he had a fake smile different from the last time they met.

"W-What do you want?" Frank knew he did not sound confident, his whole body was shaking.

"You're the one who came to me." He said while munching on the cupcake now.

His voice was very familiar to Frank...We all looked at each other, Frank couldn't believe this guy was like this. He seemed more intimidating than before.

"Okay, so your group of pinecones over there needs help I assume?" He mumbled after finishing the whole cupcake.

Leo got a bit annoyed.

"You tried to kill us," Annabeth said, her voice shaking.

"When?"

"When you attacked us."

"I attacked the monsters."

Annabeth had nothing to say back.

"Uhm so you'll help us?" Frank said.

"Oh, so you do need help."

"Yes," Frank said with irritation in his voice.

"Okay then, let's talk."

That was quick.

He got up slowly and walked toward a white flower.

Frank flinched.

Picking up the flower, he said

"What are you standing there for?"

"What do you mean?" Leo asked.

"We're talking to the whole group"

"We don't trust you," Annabeth growled.

"Says the one with the weapon."

It was true, he showed no hostility or harm towards anyone. He put out the fire with his shoe and smiled.

Something tugged in the bag of Frank's mind, he was familiar. His voice, the way he speaks, his smile, and his aura of power.

"First state your name."

"You know Frank, names are powerful. Someone once told me that." He shrugged.

"How do you know my name?"

A bead of sweat trickled down Frank's forehead.

"Don't sweat it," he smiled. "I do have information."

A moment passed.

"Okay fine, follow us," Annabeth said.

"Oh don't worry, the forest lets us out. Hard to get in though." He said it was an everyday occurrence.

Leo gives Annabeth a worried look, but Annabeth gives him a soft look.

As we headed towards the group outside the forest we chatted a bit.

"So who are you?" Frank said dumbly.

"Just call me Enard, it's not my real name, but just call me that. I'll explain to your group."

Silence.

"Why are you helping us?"

"We're here"

The new bright morning light burned Annabeth's eyes.

"Hey, who's that," Jason said cautiously as the seven had their weapons drawn.

"Guys wai-"

Faster than a blink of an eye Jason aimed for Enard's neck.