They were all transported to a theatre. In the theatre was a huge screen in the center of a large wall. The room was big enough to fit two Camp Half-Bloods comfortably.
"Where are we?" asked Octavian, scowling.
"No clue..." Reyna crossed her arms.
Many confused looks graced the faces of campers. Mixed replies could be heard all throughout the theatre. Most included the classic:
"What?!" s
"Huh?!" s
as well as many,
"Where the heck are we?!" s.
Funnier ones included:
"Are we in Narnia?"
"Do we at least get snacks?"
"Are we getting the talk already?"
"I DON'T WANT TO SIT THROUGH THE TALK AGAIN!!"
and, of course:
"So Santa Claus not only sees you when you're sleeping (and knows when you're awake) but he records you too?!"
(Moving on...)
Of course I know the answers to all your questions, but if I told you everything, where's the fun in that?
A voice said. It seemed to come from all around them.
"Why are we here?" Clarisse growled.
To watch the seven's past of course.
The voice laughed.
"Why should we care?!" Reyna called out.
Why, to understand the future we have to go back in time.
The voice was obviously amused at their confusion.
First we shall see the man of skills that could rival the gods.. Perseus Jackson.
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Into the Past |Percy Jackson|
FanfictionIMAGINE: The seven are the unpopular, mysterious kids at CHB. One day, the populars decide to bully them- their mistake. Now they're stuck watching the seven's pasts! How will this end?
