.....Big House. 8:23 am......
Silence. Absolute silence.
Everyone is in shock, how could Percy do something so-"Percy! How could you do something so reckless?" The newer son of Poseidon exclaims, slamming his hands on the ping pong table. Jeez, the table sure seems to have and abusive relationship with well, everyone.
Percy looks down, not making a sound.
"Will someone get him a piece of paper? I-I can't translate anymore."
Will Solace nods, and hands a pen and paper over to Percy, "Now tell us, how could you do this?" Percy thinks of the best way to phrase before writing:
I-I'm sorry, I heat of the moment kind of thing. I...just wanted to speak again so badly.
"Bullshit." Annabeth says plainly, "I bet you want your voice back so you can control us."
No! I don't! I truly want to talk again!
"Even if that meant selling your soul?" Connor adds, " that's a pretty lame excuse, I mean how hard is it to not speak? I mean you barely said anything smart when you could so-
"You know nothing! Nothing! Five godsdamn years I haven't been able to speak! To laugh, tell a joke, anything! I never wanted that ability! How was I supposed to know that would happen?! It wasn't my fault!" Percy's wing flairs open in distress, knocking a plate of crackers and Cheese Wiz off a table set to the side, tears slowly start leaking down his face.
Feeling that he can no longer speak for now, he begins to write again:
The man with the red eyes didn't give much details, perfect for loopholes. I also didn't have much of a choice because I wouldn't be able to plead my case about, well, everything. Also, as you know, I broke a deal on the Styx, meaning, we likely have less than three months, maybe a month at most...he pauses to show what he's written down before starting again, over that time, I may act differently, who knows why, nightmares or insanity maybe. All I know is the outcome may be worse than death.
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"Forces! Ready your weapons!" Weapons raise, "Archers, draw your bows!" The sound of a hundred bowstrings being drawn, "ready, aim! Fire!" The snap of the strings, the sound of arrows at top speed, running against the air.
The arrows, crashing through the barrier, of Camp Half-Blood, home and what used to be a safe-heaven, for demigods.
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(UNDER EDITING) The One Who Never Speaks- a Percy Jackson Betrayed Fanfic
FanfictionTwice Savior of Olympus, one everyone loved and confided in, was no more. After the discovery of a power, resulting in the death of a camper, the gods punish him, resulting in a loss of voice. The days pass on and Percy is ostracized from camp, lef...
