the guardians of the gods(Percy Jackson)*on Hold*

chapter 15

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As we stood ready for battle, a hunting horn was heard, the gods looked confused, glancing over at the monsters, but even their forces were confused. I smiled, finally, they have arrived. And that when the first two lines of the monsters legion fell, silver arrows piercing their hearts. Murmurs were coming from the back of the army, making their way forward as a mass of silver split the army, until Percy stood beside me, the hunters behind him. He didn't say anything to me, all he did was grab me by the waist and kiss me. It wasn't a long kiss, it was a good bye kiss, and yet, I could not understand why. He pulled away and charged the monsters, heading towards the giants, the hunters following, and after a second, the demigods and the gods themselves followed. Screams and roars filled the battle field. I fired arrow after arrow, and once I was out, I used my hunting knifes.
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Days pass as we fight, both sides having to retreat and since neither side has enough soldiers, following wasnt an option. Every night Percy sleeps with his arm around my waist, holding me tight, and every morning hes the first soldier on the field, and always the last one off. Today, as we face off once again, I realize, some of the guardians are missing. And no, not dead, they were there for breakfast, and Percy is one of the ones missing. I look for him but can't find him, until a line of the prophecy runs through my head, six shall leave to kill. I look at the ring on my finger, fear crawling from the depths of my stomach. That's when I hear it, I run to the edge of camp, a commotion in the enemy forces has them scrambling for weapons. It must have set off a signal for our side, as the gods and demigods rush to battle. It was a massacre, with the monsters in disarray it left them open to attack, and the giants were soon faced with the gods and their guardians, and the ones with no guardian had the help if their children. Id already killed my giant with Percy the first battle, so now I go around and offer help wherever. But, that changed when I came to a group of five guardians huddled around a body, offering it protection. I ran, fear gripping my heart. It was Percy, his hood was down, showing his raven black hair and a gash on his forehead. I pushed past the other guardians, the last if them. The prophecy was coming true, but, wait, hes breathing!"Percy can you hear me?" I whisper in his ear.
"Im not dying arty, its just a surface wound." he chuckled, opening his eyes, "I might have a concussion though."
I smacked his arm, he had me worried. I helped him up and he went to fight the twin giants, I went to help hecate fight her opponent she had no guardian or demigod child to help her. And as we wounded the giant long enough go get a demigod to stab it, I turned to see Otis crack the ground, the smell telling me that his mother just helped him make a hole to tarturas, and I watched as Percy fell backwards into it, his gaze, meeting mine for a second before all the was left was a crack, one that was already sealing. I felt complete sorrow, which soon turned to rage, and I made my way to the giant, whose back was to me. I signaled a hunters to shoot his head and as she did, I stabbed him in the heart, through the back. I continued killing the giants until none were left, and my anger washed away, leaving only pain.
3rd person ·····
The gods flashed everyone to Olympus, and, the hand full of demigods were turned into minor gods. The last five guardians stood in the middle of the room.
"What shall we do now?" athena asked.
"There is no reason to train more guardians, what must we do with the last five?" Zeus asked the council.
"Six, Percy is still alive." artemis says quietly.
"Hes in tartarus, itd be best if he was dead." Dionysus replies.
"And whose fault is that? Where were u when he was fighting your banes? Were we not ordered to help fight the giants born to kill us? Or were you to drunk to remember?" artemis asked hotly, her face red with leashed anger.
Dionysus cowered in his throne. Should he not return from that pit, every thousand years, you are banned from alcohol for 100 years, and should he return during your 100 year ban, you will still suffer it." she told him, flashing to an empty land, not yet discovered by the humans and let out her anger, craters forming from the energy she was releasing. Soon the once green field was all but craterous desert.