Hiya! I missed y'all. Here's the next instalment of my story!! Enjoy!
That's Izzy, signing out.
Disclaimer: I ain't a middle-aged man, nor am I a British woman, so I don't own HP or PJO/HOO.
Five months later
Percy POV:
Ever since the seven died, I have been training harder and longer. I don't want to be put in the position of being unable to save someone again. I have even practiced archery and can now shoot fairly well.
A few days after the war, the gods had called me-as I was the last hero alive- to the throne room. I was to be rewarded for my efforts. I did not want immortality, so I asked for Calypso and the peaceful Titans to be released and for Hades and Hestia to get their thrones back.
"Percy?" A voice called, "Chiron wants you in the Big House." I paused in decapitating a dummy. "Okay, thanks Travis," I said. "I'll go see him."
Please don't let it be a quest. Please don't let it be a quest. Please don't let it be a quest. The mantra repeated in my head. I've lost too many, too much. I looked up and saw the Big House looming in front of me. "Percy, my boy," Chiron said as I entered the house. "I am so sorry, but it appears that we have a quest for you." "Who's we , and why do I have to go? I've sacrificed so much for these quests! I have nothing left!" "I'm truly sorry Percy, but a civilization is in danger and only you can save them." Argh! Stupid fatal flaw. I can't just abandon them in their time of need. "Alright, what do I have to do?"
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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...
