The broken hero

Coach Hedge was happy.Sure he wasn't kicking giant butt or swinging his club at a nemean lion anymore but he had a family.It had been long since the war with Gaia had ended and the seven had long kept in contact but remained on different sides of the globe,living out the remainder of their life .As the coach walked around the borders kf camp half blood that evening ,recalling the battles of his past ,he heard the rapids of a river .He heard a rustling and picked up his old baseball bat and turned around yelling "DIE TARTARUS SCUM". What happened next happened too fast for him to comprehend. A hooded figure had shipped out his sword and sliced the satyrs bat in half,whirled around and in turn sweeping the coach of his feet,his head landiing feet from the river .He felt the cold celestial bronze blade on his neck.He took in the appearence of the hooded figure .His robe was black but in the shining ligjt faint patterns of what looked like waves and water tributaries made of a blue fabric decorated the apparel.It seemed as if the fabric was water itself the way it shifted and changed color. They all "flowed" to the base of the hood and as if the water noticed the water like design it calmed and relaxed.The blade was one that seemd familiar to the coach but he could not recognize it .In a desperate attempt the gain the upperhand Coach hedge spit in his attackers face and jumped on him.He was simply thrown off but now the hood was down and coach hedge stared in shock ,not being able to control the tear being brought to his eye as the blade swept down on him,ending his life.The last thing he saw was a mass of black hair with sea green eyes that were always filled with laughter.The laughter no longer existed ,instead they were filled with anger and pain .

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