A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Percy POV "This fight isn't over," I said, turning away from my father.
He didn't follow me.
Tartarus's death should've made it all better. I thought avenging Raven would make me feel better, but it left me hollower. Now that I couldn't focus on my anger, other emotions were starting to bubble to the surface.
I couldn't let what happened to Raven and Sally go to waste. Both times I made mistakes, and this time I had to get things right for Annabeth and my child. To keep my family and friends safe, all threats had to be eliminated.
Tartarus was dead. He is destined to spend the rest of his days in an enchanted jar now.
I saw this as a victory, like a weight being lifted from my shoulders.
It just wasn't enough.
It wasn't done.
I turned my gaze to Zeus, the god who murdered my mother in cold blood because of a prophecy. I couldn't imagine what he would do to Annabeth or the baby. As long as he was alive, the two people I loved the most would suffer.
He needed to be eliminated.
I started over to Leo, who still seemed to be recovering. His clothes smoked while soot painted his face.
"We did it, Perce," he sighed, with an expression of relief.
"Leo, could you do me a small favor?" I asked.
He frowned at first, before seeing the expression on my face. I didn't know what it entailed, but he seemed to gain an understanding.
"Of course."
************************** More and more bodies were being carried into the infirmary. I didn't look to see who they were or if I knew any of them. There would be a time for that later, once my deed was done.
I gripped Nightmare from it's place in my back pocket. The new bullets inside were exactly what I needed to make sure Annabeth and the child could come back safely.
Leo held up his favor in a few short hours, surprisingly quiet and non-questioning for the most part.
Tartarus's sword and it's whereabouts were unimportant to the many after the battle. It was assumed a god took it away and put it somewhere safe. Not saying they weren't right, because Poseidon did take the responsibility of ridding it.
Not completely, though.
Leo used his abilities to take tiny pieces of the sword away, before replacing them with remains from another sword. Being who he was, this took him less than five minutes. The gods had been meeting up in that time, while campers worried about the injured and dead.
Now one could tell a difference, not even Hephaestus without hours of inspection.
"You can turn these fragments into bullets?" I asked.
