The black flames barely even licked at the air, and the sound of muffled sobbing filled the air. The Greeks and Romans had both sustained heavy losses, but I could not cry. I had to be the leader, and remain strong.
"Percy," Chiron said sympathetically, "I am so sorry, but your mother and stepfather were just found dead in their apartment. They were killed by hell hounds. I am so sorry."
I was in shock. I had now lost everyone. Reyna had been killed in battle, along with everyone in the seven, besides me. Nico and Thalia were the only ones left alive. It was my fault. I was to blame for all the deaths. If only I had been quicker, run faster, they would still be alive. I was broken. The last shroud was burnt. It was Annabeth; my Wise Girl, my soulmate. "I love you Wise Girl." I whispered, "wait for me in Elysium. I then retreated to my cabin.
-🐬-🐳-🐠-🐟-🦀-🐡-🐢-🌊-🐙-🐊-🐋yay! Time skip!------
I kneeled by my bed and finally let go. The waves pounded against the shore, and it started to pour. Deep gut-wrenching sobs came out of my mouth, and tears stained my face. I heard someone hesitantly knocking on my door. "Percy?" They called, "can you try to calm down? You're destroying the camp." I stood up and walked to the door and opened it. Sure enough, the camp looked like a hurricane had gone through it; which, knowing me had probably happened. I looked down, and saw Thalia on the steps. When she saw me, she gasped. "Your eyes," she whispered. I looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection. My eyes were dark with pain and loss, but that was not the strange part. No, what was strange was the broken look in them. If eyes were truly windows to the soul, then I was a broken man.
CZYTASZ
The Sword and the Wand
FanficPercy Jackson, the broken hero. The fates have not been forgiving. He lost everyone in the Giant War. Even Sally and Paul are gone. Percy puts on a brave face for the camps, but Chiron and his few remaining friends can tell that their hero is wasti...
