This is the first chapter of the final heroes of olympus book. Hope you guys like it, please leave a comment and tell me what you liked and what I could inprove on. Thanks for reading!
THE DARKNESS ENVELOPED PERCY. He plunged down the gullet of the never-ending pit. He longed for daylight. Below him a familiar voice bellowed a curse.
“I will hunt you down, you cannot hide from me and you cannot kill me! I am the pit itself! I will chase you till the ends of the earth if I have to. But mark my word puny mortal you shall die at my hands!”
Percy woke up, dripping with sweat, his nose bleeding. His ears rang and claustrophobia shrouded him. The walls distorted and another panic attack started. He screwed his eyes shut knowing that the only remedy was the sea. He ripped off the covers and let his powers guide him to water. He walked blind until the ground disappeared from beneath him, sinking into the depth of the Mediterranean. He stayed there, lying on the seabed, steadying his breathing. It was six in the morning by the time Percy returned to the Argo II. He summoned a geyser and landed on the deck. He slumped against the main mast and watched the sun set over the city of Parga.
Percy tore through his pizza like one of Jason and his' hurricanes, only stopping to down his blue cola. Being in tartarus really worked up an appetite. The rest of the seven sat around him either eating of engrossed in conversation. Jason was the first to speak.
"We'll none of us died in the Epirius."
"That's unusual." Leo muttered. Piper shot him a look and he fell quite.
"But we can't rest on our laurels," Jason continued, "we must journey to Athens. Our next stop is Levkas, but before we reach there we have to make some calls...Percy if you don't mind"
Percy reluctantly stopped eating and waved his hand. A spray of water sailed through the window of the mess hall and sliced the sunlight in half. A rainbow emerged from its centre. Annabeth stepped forward, flicking a Drachma into the rainbow.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me Camp half blood."
The rainbow distorted and then refocused to show camp Half-blood. At first glance it seemed to be empty. Then campers ran into view, sprinting up and down the hill carrying weapons, armour and in some cases burning branches. Near Thalia's tree Clarisse was strapping armour onto Peleus. Around the border stretched a ten foot wall, on the top wall the Apollo cabin were reading there bows. Suddenly Chiron shouted.
"Eagles, bring them down!!!"
Three dozen eagles of Rome were diving towards the camp, depositing Romans on the ground, at their forefront was Octavian, wielding the Standard. The Romans screamed a battle cry. The Apollo cabin finally organised themselves and fired a hailstorm of arrows into the sky. More than a dozen eagles were hit, disintegrating at once. The rest were chased away by Peleus. With their only escape route gone the Roman soldiers retreated rapidly only to find there exit blocked by the Apollo cabin and the wall that surrounded the camp. The Romans were trapped.
"PAX ROMANUS!" Octavian screamed and Hannibal ploughed through the wall.
The image flickered and died.
“That back stabbing, teddy bear killing, traitor!” Frank yelled.
“He went against Reyna’s orders…he’ll be exiled.” Hazel said.
“Reyna forfeited her Praetorship when she journeyed through the Mare Nostrum, you saw him wielding the standard, the Legion must have elected him.” Jason announced
“We have to tell her,” Percy chimed in.
“No it’ll destroy her, being Praetor is her whole life,” Jason answered. “Annabeth can you try the acropolis?”
Annabeth flicked another drachma into the rainbow.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me the Acropolis."
The rainbow once more distorted and showed the Acropolis. Annabeth gave a cry of rage. The statue of Athena had been pulled down, it was scattered across the floor in a thousand pieces. In its place stood a red marble throne, its arms decorated with skulls of humans and monsters. Sat on the throne was Porphyrion, talking with a huge armoured Cyclops.
“Tyson is a formidable opponent even if he is still young,” The Cyclops murmured. “He will not join our cause because he is the general of Olympus. Without him are numbers are still limited-”
“Be silent,” Porphyrion hissed, “We are not alone…”
He sliced his hand through the air and the image flickered and died. Jason stood up.
“Set course for Athens.”
