We emerged from the dark at the top of Half Blood Hill. Seeing the hill after two years was like someone plundging a knife into my heart. "It'll be okay, Storm." Luke said, his blue eyes searching me from beneath his mask. I knew that this was hard for him too. I straitened my back and walked forward. The gods were down to regular size and followed us through the boundaries. I saw the flames at the camp fire burning black and I knew that a shroud was being burned. Golden smoke curled into the sky. I walked down to the Central Hearth and all the campers turned, bleary and red eyed. "Who are you!" came a familiar male voice. I bristled at the sound of Clyde's voice. "We are the army that has been taxed with saving your butt." I said, turning my masked face towards his voice. Next to him sat a blond girl in tight fitting clothes on a layers of makeup. She was practically dripping off of Clyde. It was Annabeth. "And on what authority?" he asked, his eyebrow raised. "On our authority, child." boomed Zeus, he and the other gods coming into view. "Lord Zeus!" said Clyde, his eyes widening. The campers bowed and muttered their thanks. "We will be staying in the Erebos cabin." I said. "We are the army of Erebus and we expect a friendly game of capture the flag." I said, before turning and leaving the campers to say their goodbyes.
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A Hero's Death - The Army of Erebos
FanfictionPercy Jackson is dead. No one knows what happened to him. He thought no one cared. He's the only one who knows what happened. And now, he's back.
