Terrorhoodie does not own PJO or HoO,Rick Riordan does! Terrorhoodie owns only the plot and things she made up.
Do I really have to do the disclaimer everytime? *whines like a kid*
Third Person POV
Travis was not expecting this.
He was just doing his quest to find one part of the ancient weapon and asked Steven (his chosen beast) to lead him,it's been pretty crazy ride.
First he had to navigate all over Tokyo in some tunnels that were really ancient.
Then got chased by some weird spirits he didn't know but were mystical and old.
Then had to fight some ancient monsters who looked like a mix between bats,hellounds and spiders.
He was still healing from that last battle,who knew those things had poison,thankfuly Steven had some medicine for him to cure him.
Now he was facing a cliff.
And was orderd to jump off.
"Your kidding right?" he asked the fox on his staff Steven
"Nope" he said plainly "It's the only way my Lord"
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked
"You know I wouldn't do that" Steven said "Trust me,it's how we used to do it in the ancient days"
Travis stared into the long dark abyss under the cliff,he wasn't sure what the Ha-- oh wait he wasn't sure what the Di Angelo was down there.
*Where Nico is*
"A-choo!" Nico sneezed.
"Seriously,am I getting some cold?" he asked confused.
*Back*
"I'm not too sure Steven" he said "Are you sure this'll work?"
"My Lord you're immortal remember? no fear of dying" Steven chuckled
"There still is pain" Travis mutterd.
"Ah,but will you take the pain for the weapon to help save the world?" Steven asked
He stared dow,for the world...
He gulped.
"Okay..." he mumbled,he got ready to jump.
"Okay on the count of three" Steven said
"On or before three?" he asked
"On" Steven repeated "1.....2......3!!!"
He gatherd all his wits and courage and jumped off.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" he screamed ashe fell down deep into the darkness.
Soon,he saw nothing as he enterd the cold darkness.
***
"Brother!" a familiar voice called him.
He whirled around quickly when he heard that voice and when he saw who the voice was,his eyes widened and tears sprang from them "Connor!" he screamed as he saw his little brother just a few meters infront of him looking perfectly fine and very much alive,he looked his usual energetic mischevious self.
He ran to him tears of joy falling off his face from seeing his dead brother.
His younger brother had his arms open,as if waitting for a hug and wore his orange camp half-blood T-shirt.
