Percy Jackson's Last Breath

H I S  R E T U R N
P A R T 2

Once the light toned down, an unrecognizable man appeared. The man stood silently as people stared at him in shock. They examined his masculine body, taking in everything. There were many who grew hot just staring at him and others who were frozen in shock. They watched as the man towering above them glided down until he touched the floor.

The man's appearance alone was very intimidating and seductive with his rugged features that were alluring. His long, raven black hair glistened in its combed back hairstyle. The man's head hung and his shoulders were slumped but there was this aura around him that screamed absolute power.

He then raised his head and stared blankly ahead of him. The campers gasped. The man's face was carefully structured just like the rest of him. The striking sea green eyes of the man were cold and full of intensity, framed by graceful brows. His skin was tanned. He had prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose. Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He was obviously capable of breaking someone in half. His tight jaw was an angular shape that was filled with little stubbles. His tan skin looked so soft and smooth. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. His lips had drawn into a hard line across his face. His body was very lean and toned, muscles and veins popping everywhere.

Annabeth crumbled to the floor, unable to handle so much. What is going on? What just happened?

The confused campers and gods stared at him, not quite sure what to do.

Nico pops up from the large crowd of people and stalks toward the man. His face looked paler than usual and his mouth was open from breathing so harshly. He swallows the lump in his throat, "Who are you?"

The man never looked at him and simply continued to stare forward. Nico rubs his sweaty palms against his jeans anxiously, "Wh- what are you doing here? What is happening?"

Without moving his body, the man turned his head toward Nico. His gaze gave Nico chills and goosebumps. He also had a churning feeling deep in his stomach; one he hadn't felt in a long time —fear. "You ask too many questions." His penetrating gaze on Nico never wavered as he spoke coldly.

The man's hard stare is enough to make everyone feel uneasy as they subconsciously edge out of harms way. Nico couldn't handle his gaze and stared down at his feet in fear.

The man takes his time to look at his surroundings as Nico continues to shuffle his feet. "Ok... um, so..." Nico clears his throat, "Who are you?" He lifts his head back up again and stares his face with determination.

"Perseus Jackson."

The crowd grows even more confused. Yes, Percy had transformed into this unrecognizable man, but he hated his name. It was always Percy or seaweed brain which only Annabeth was ever allowed to say. So for him to say Perseus is very weird.

Nico's face wrinkled as he frowned at him, "But why are you like this? What caused Percy to change into this?"

The man, or as he had called himself—Perseus, looked down at Nico and told him, "Tartarus. What else?" Nico gulped and stayed silent as he tried to fathom the situation.

"What did they do to you?" The voice was soft and small, but the silence was so deafening, everybody heard it.

With trembling legs, Annabeth walked cautiously toward Perseus, her mind a mess with jumbled questions. Nico shuffled to the side as Annabeth approached Perseus.