Legends of Olympus: Awakening

Chapter 13 Beginning of the END

Chapter 13

Everyone's eyes were now on Elliott, he could feel their eyes digging into him like daggers. Rachel went to speak again but suddenly doubled over, collapsing to the floor, her hands breaking her fall.

"Rachel! Are you ok" Annabeth rushed over to her to help, but stopped as she was about to reach her.

"Rachel?" she muttered

Out of nowhere eerie purple smoke had started to form around Rachel, slowly seeping around the pavilion.

"Umm is that supposed to happen?" Archie squeaked

Annabeth shook her head "something's wrong, purple smoke isn't normal"

"Oh and what is?" Archie mocked with a slight touch of worry in his voice

"Green, green smoke, it happens when the spirit of Delphi takes over"

Archie gulped "Great"

Annabeth knelt closer to Rachel "Rachel, are you there?"

Suddenly Rachel's head shot up at a deadly speed, purple smoke flowing from her eyes and mouth, Annabeth backed up slightly, not as if she was scared, but more like weary.

A huge sudden gust of wind flew through the camp, Rachel's body going stiff, and then beginning to float, every one gasping.

"Let me guess, that's new too?" Archie mumbled, no one replied

Rachel's head snapped towards Elliott, her eyes stabbing into his empty soul then she began to speak. The voice was like sand paper, forced and raspy, as if she hadn't had a drink for a thousand years.

"All will perish by his hand, a God of Olympus's final stand, the son of the sea, a child of time, shall battle to the death one final time. Friends and foes must join as one, to defeat the evil old dark one and when all is lost the world will fall, creating hell on earth for us all"

Rachel's body become limp, the smoke vanishing then her body tumbled to the ground; luckily Annabeth was there to catch her. She was the first to move, everyone else was still deadly still, frozen in place. The only sound came from the trees, the wind whistling through them.

Elliott's voice broke the silence "What was that?" he asked no one in particular

The boy with sea green eyes sighed as if he was getting used to bad news, but his face told a different story, it seemed tired and fed up. Elliott sensed he had been through a lot.

"That..." the boy sighed again "That was a prophecy my friend"

He then looked at Elliott sympathetically and added "and I think you're a part of it"

Elliott ran his hand through is hair nervously

All of a sudden a young girl aged between 12 and 13 came sprinting into the pavilion, she wore the same orange T-shirt as everyone else, but had a bronze helmet on and her sword drawn, Elliott found this unnerving.

she screamed "WE'RE UNDER A..." the girl never got to finish her sentence, as an arrow sunk directly into her back, her body thudding lifelessly into the dirt and the swords clatter echoing through the deadly silence.

An older girl shot up from one of the tables, her face red, and eyes flowing like waterfall's, her screams loud enough for the gods to hear "Noooo" she sobbed as she ran to her sisters body, then all hell broke loose.

Arrows began whizzing past them, one narrowly missing Elliott's face, campers ran around franticly and unprepared, screams coming from all around him.

The green eyed boy and Annabeth were shouting orders but no one could hear them, it was all too hectic. Elliott looked around for Pearl and the others, his instant reaction to protect them, but they were nowhere to be seen. Campers ran in all directions, making it impossible for him to find them.

"Pearl" he yelled, but no use

Elliott saw the boy pull out a ball point pen, he then clickied it and a bronze sword sprung to life.

Then things got even worse. Around the pavilion, large purple fiery orbs appeared, with soldiers materialising from the flames. They had long dark blades like the night, thier armour a mix of Greek and Roman, pure black, with a purple hour glass on their Roman shields and chest plates.

Elliott ran over to the Green eyed boy "you got any idea who these guys are?" Elliott yelled over the sound of screams and war cries.

The boy shook his head angrily.

Elliott then pulled out his black coin, flipping it, his sword appearing instantly.

"Nice sword" the boy said

"You too" Elliott replied

The two boys were now back to back, their swords ready for battle, as the enemy inevitably approached.

"Hey" Elliott called to the boy "if I'm about to die, I'd like to know the person's name I'm fighting beside?"

The boy grinned "The names Percy, Percy Jackson"

"Nice to meat you Percy"

"You too Kid, now let's kick these guys asses"

Percy and Elliott raised their swords, charged... and that's when everything exploded.

To be continued.....

THE END