A Bad Moon on the Rise

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[ DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the PJO + HoO characters (nor the gods and goddesses) all rights go to their rightful owners :) Though I do own the plot of this story as I came up with it but that isn't the point of the disclaimer ]

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Camp Half-Blood was asleep.

It was to be expected, at three o'clock in the morning, though what wasn't expected was the gloomy presence that had nestled itself into the once safe haven.

And although no one had realised it yet, Camp Half-Blood was no safe haven.

The presence would just have to be patient, and wait until sunrise, for the campers to rise and sense what was about to begin.

Because, inevitably, the campers will realise that something was happening, the presence could not stop that, he did not want to stop that.

After all, The End had begun.


( it even rhymes ) 

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( it even rhymes ) 

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