worlds colliding (Harry Potter and Percy Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 15: Leo

Hey guys, its been a while, this chapter has been under constrution a very long time, but every time I wrote it I just deleted it all because it didn't fit with the plot. At the end I wrote this one a month ago but today is the first day with internet access in my house, so... sorry. Oh and by the way, we got 10,000 reads in this book. WOOOHOOO! We're almost 11,000, so KEEP READING. Ok that's enough, you may start the chapter

Leo's POV

It all happened so quickly. I was behind them when Ginny died, but something happened. It all went dark just when Hermione and Annabeth started crying. It felt cold, lonely and is if the earth was moving. No, wait, the earth was moving. It all suddenly made sense, Gaia had followed us (by looking, not watching) since we touched ground and sent those monsters to attack us, and then she captured me to make me feel bad and lonely all over again, but I knew her more than anyone and that tactic wasn’t going to work on me anymore. As I thought that, the ground started twisting until it made a perfect circle.

“But it’s true. They don’t need you”

From the blackness inside it, a light came. A flash of hope came with it, thinking that it was a way out, but then I some colors started to sprout from the light. They started mixing until an image was clear in it. It was Percy and the others, and they were laughing next to a fire.

“See, they don’t even care that you’re gone”.

They looked so, happy.

“No”, I told myself  “they can’t be happy. Their friend just died. They should be devastated, not happy and celebrating”.

And as I said it, I knew I was right. The fake vision blurred into another one. It was the same people, but it didn’t look like they were.

Percy looked terribly tired and with a straight face. Annabeth was holding Percy’s hand while hiding her face with a hood, which didn’t hide the tears. Jason looked firm while a sobbing Piper surrounded herself with his arm. Big old Frank wasn’t crying or didn’t have any signs of it, while he held a red eyed Hazel. All the wizards were at the back of the group, being the most affected of all of us. Hermione was still sobbing, trying to hold it in, but letting loud sobs escape her mouth. Ron was emotionless and tired, sad, angry, and mad with the world all at the same time. And Harry was practically dead. His face was white, his eyes were red, his hands were hanging and he looked as if he could drop face down to the floor at any moment. They were all in a narrow, dark corridor lead by a random punk guy. Yep, definitely my group. The vision ‘puffed’ out and I was left alone talking to the floor.