Percy's pov
Abigail and I snuck into camp, and headed for the big house, Abigail managed to shadow travel us into the house.
We saw Annabeth, Chiron and Mr. D sitting and talking to someone, probably the dude that took over camp.
I moved closer to hear what they were saying, as I shifted annabeth eyes flickered over to where I was and her eyes widened, I put my finger to my lips, indicating for her to be silent, she nodded.
We don't know where he is, a voice said. And even if we did we wouldn't tell you.
Since you don't want to cooperate with me, you shall die.
I vapor traveled behind the dude and ripped the sword out of his hand and in the process ripped his hood of his head and I was shocked at who I was looking at.
You...you're, before I could saw anything Abigail grabbed me and shadow traveled all of us out of the room.
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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...
