Percy's pov
Abigail and I landed in a dark room with a candle, that looked like it had been burning for ages.
Instinctively Abigail and I drew our swords and stood on guard
"Perseus, Abigail", we heard a voice call our names and the three fates walked into view.
We relaxed but still held our swords. You never know what the fates are up to.
"Perseus, Abigail, we are here to warn you".
"About the attack on the camp", I said. It's already happened, "and the others are still at camp, we have to get back to help them".
I grabbed Abigail's hand and teleported us to the camp.
When we got there we were in for a big surprise.
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The Fiery Tide
FanfictionOnce a hero of Olympus and holder of the sky, Percy finds himself reliving his past after being betrayed by the gods, his own father, and his closest friends. As he faces the threat of being cast into tartarus, the Fates intervene. What happens when...
