Percy Jackson, Cousin of Black

~VIII~

Denestra, a creature older then Tartarus and Vainer then Aphrodite

Cyelle couldn't hold it anymore. The campers were strange and some were mean. Her brothers and sisters were all tired after the war and nobody wanted to play with her and the only person who wanted to, was gone.
She needed her brother, he saved her from her mean stepdad.
He would make silly faces and he promised to always stay with her.

She pushed forward through the croud where she saw Thalia and Nico talking to a lady. Cyelle cried out, she knew that lady. It was the nice mother of her brother.
"Sall! Sall!" She always shortened names when she shouted.
"Where is big brother?" Sally turned her eyes towards the little girl. Her eyes softened and she smiled at the little girl.
The other campers echoed the request. They looked at the woman, expecting a good answer.
The woman sighted and she seemed to grow older.

"As Thalia and Nico may have told you, I have a brother. This brother has a godson, and an evil man wants to kill said godson. Percy..." Sally sighed, slightly smiling at the mention of her son, "You know how he is, he went to protect the godson. He wrote in his last letter that he would contact you today. I'm sorry but I can't say more."

The campers were disappointed but understood. Percy was being a Hero and a good friend again. Thalia and Nico slowly brought everyone back to camp. Clarisse turned to Sally.
"Can you tell him that he always has friends at home? Lots of us didn't betray him." It may seem like Clarisse went soft but even she understood how painful a betrayal was, and with his fatal flaw? Sally nodded and assured her she will. They said their goodbyes and Sally waved her hand through the connection.
Clarisse turned to Nico and Thalia.
"One word about this and you'll be dead!" She threatened. Nico and Thalia shared a smile and agreed.
They Shadow traveled back to camp and the spot became deserted.

The wind blew through the leaves and the moon lightened the view. A dark presence appeared. Ice froze the flowers and the grass became Dorr. The weather was kill and a feeling of dispair and dead spread through the air. A empty, hollow laugh broke the silence. Malicious eyes stared at the spot the demigods disappeared.

"Soon."

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Apollo ran through Olympus. Nymphs, Satyrs and other mythical beings stated after him and turned when he flew past. They never saw their lord looking so frightened. They looked worried at each other and began whispering. What ever makes the god of profecy so white and pale couldn't be good.
Apollo ran through the halls, the dignity he usually carried himself with was and his robes fladered behind him. He called for Zeus in his mind. The king of Gods sounded irritated and complained like a child, but Apollo had no time to laugh or joke about that. He asked for a meeting with all gods, minor and major.

Not late after the throne room was full of gods wondering why they were called, and why with so many. Apollo flashed in, he looked distraught. The gods and goddesses quieted down, they had never seen the joyous and childish god so down. Apollo began talking, he talked so fast that nobody understood a word of what he was saying. Only one name was clear, and it returned quite often.
Zeus thundered. Apollo halted his speech, he looked surprised.

"Apollo, you wanted to tell us something, and it better be important. We didn't understand a word of your story. Calm yourself and speak with grace, you're a God!"

Apollo looked slightly hurt but his face became like steel and his eyes hardened.
"A new evil has risen. An evil never seen before."
The room was quiet. You could hear a needle drop.

"Nonsense Apollo, you made that up. We just defeated Gaea and Kronos, there have been no other evils." Zeus brushed it off. More gods and goddesses seemed to accept Zeus' words. After all, he was the king was he not? He knew when there was something wrong in his realm, right?