Percy's POV
After fifteen minutes, I got sick of waiting. I rose to my feet, still unsteady, and headed for the door. Fumbling with the doorknob for a second, I turned it and shoved the door open, stepping outside.
"Percy!" I heard someone scream my name before everything went black. All I could think before that was 'Oh shit.'
(Here. Accept this as an update. I'll write more later, I'm just trying to work on updating everything I can, and I have writers block, so I TECHNICALLY still updated this.)
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Mask Of Sorrows
FanfictionWe all know Percy Jackson. The happy, carefree guy. At least that's what he put up on the outside anyway. Inside, Percy was cracking like a bullet to glass. All the war, all the battle. He was forced upon heroics, standing tall for two reasons. ...
