Tales Of A Demigod {A Collection Of Stories} (PJO & HOO Related)

Old Friends Gone, New Friends Here?

-You find that there are dates skipped, Mel must have forgotten about her journal she started-

3 Years Later, (Flashback)

Oh my gods!

Did I really just find my journal after 3 years! It must have been in my Tree House! Ugh, I can't find anything nowadays. Anyways, while I have found you, my dear journal, I need to catch you up, We had a war with Rome, ended up in a treaty, tensions still high, and John and broke up, well, we were dating, about a year after I lost you, but we broke up because of, complications...

I haven't really looked for anyone new, but I gotta go find Aaron, he and Vada are the only ones left from the old days, Luke went missing, along with a few other friends I dare not name, because that means I will sob, and you don't want my pen leaking all over the pages, heh, anyways, I gotta go meet up with Aaron and Vadz, See you later!

-You find tear stains all over the pages a few of the words are smeared-

NO! This can't be happening! No! Please! Not Aaron! I just said that he and Vada were the only things left! That stupid Hydra, oh my gods. Oh my gods Oh my gods Oh my gods, No! I had only just walked over to Starbucks to meet him and Vada, to find Vada hugging something on the ground, and a pile of monster dust a few feet away and a group of Romans standing beside her and the monster dust, weapons drawn. I kneeled next to Vada, "Wh-What, Happened?" I ask her, looking at her face, I then look down, and my eyes go wide, and tears start to spill out. I'm hyperventilating. My sobs rack my chest making it hard to breath, "No! Not Aaron!" He had a giant tear in his side, it was obvious it had killed him instantly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up, a boy's hand was on my shoulder. He had brownish-black short hair, with chocolate brown eyes and a cold-fierce look in them, like he's seen things, he was about 6 foot,  muscular, with a black hoodie and a SPQR shirt on. "I'm sorry, I assume he was your friend too? We couldn't do anything... By the time we got here he was already.." He stopped, hesitating. Tears were still running down my cheeks, I looked back down at Aaron's body placing my own hand on Vada's shoulder as she hugged his lifeless corpse.

 I stood up, taking my hand off of Vada's shoulder, and turning to the strange new roman boy, I stuck out my hand waiting for him to shake it, like I had done with Aaron on the first day at Camp Half Blood, tears still in my eyes as I say shakily, "Hey, I'm Melissa Flamm, also known as Mel. What is your name?" I smile sadly as he shakes my hand, "I'm Bryan, Bryan Martyr, in the Fourth Cohort of the Twelfth Legion." He glances over at Aaron's body, "Need help carrying him?" I nod looking down at the ground, "Thanks." I grab Vada's arms and drag her off of Aaron, holding her back as Bryan picks him up. She screams profanity at Bryan, as I hold her back, "Vada! He's helping us bring Aaron back to camp to be buried!"

-Some scribbles of notes are on the page, looking like something you'd say at a burial of a family member or great friend-

I stared at the shroud, saying words that sounded like they weren't my own that day, and I cried, and Vada helped me, and we cried together, we only had each other now, everyone else we were friends with were gone. I  guess we had Bryan now too but, from the others from the olden days, the new camp, everything we knew and loved from the olden days were gone, and that was partially my fault, I could have saved Aaron, like I could've saved Serra, or Justin, wait no, Justin was alive, he was just MIA. Stupid Centaur. But seriously If I had been there on time, I could have helped Vada and Aaron fight of that Hydra, Now his death was my fault. And I was going to avenge him, for Vada's sake and for my own. This was my time, to do something in my life.