Re-opened: A FemPercy and DC crossover Fanfic Sequel to Old Wounds

Finally

Okay, I'm so very sorry guys for the SUPER long wait. I would like to thank all of you so much for your support on Old Wounds and it's incredibly sucky sequel (I'm so sorry about that). And since I can't delay it any longer, I'm just skipping to the final battle. I know you probably hate me right now, and plz don't murder me by the end of this.

WitchingHour89

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2 weeks later

Battle cries roared from every corner of the field. This was it. The final battle between friends. Between enemies. Between the human and nature races. A civil war per say.

Swords clanged against swords. Bloods; green and red spilling over the haunted field.

Percy fought viciously. Her pitch black hair framing her dirtied face. Teeth clenched and conflicted sea green eyes swirling.

Her eyes scanned the battlefield. So many dead. Demigods and nature spirits alike. How had it all come to this?

Percy quickly cut down three more Karpoi. She knew the answer. This was her fault. It's because of her that Grover turned evil. It's because of her that so many have already lost their lives. Even before she was cast into Tartarus. Zoe, Bianca, Luke, Bob, Bob Junior, Damesen, Dick.

Percy pushed those thoughts from her mind. She needed to end this. Shirt stained with blood. And celestial bronze iron severely dented. It started with a girl and a satyr. Two
friends. Two best friends. That's how it started. Now, it would end two enemies. Two tortured souls. The girl and the satyr.

"GROVER!" Percy yelled.

She slashed her way through the nature spirits, not paying any attention to them as they fell to the ground.

Her sea green eyes were hard and unwavering. But on the inside, they were terrified. Guilty. Hurting.

"GROVER!" She yelled again, this time using her powers to instantly explode 3 dozen nature spirits into dust.

She looked around, no sight of.............. Oh Gods.

His brown hair was pitch black. Previously olive skin turned sickly pale. Friendly eyes turned monsterous in all shape and form. Bloodied hands wielding Anthony's Drakon Bone dagger.

My stomach dropped. I hated Anthony. I even had wanted him dead. But not like this. Even he didn't deserve this.

"GROVER" I yelled again.

This time, I got his attention. His bloodthirsty eyes met mine. He smiled. Not in a happy way, but more like murderous. Like how a predator has seen their prey.

He ran to me, jumping on top of the heads of many demigods, efficiently knocking them out. Gracefully, he landed right in front of me. Him and I only 2 feet apart. We made no move to attack each other.

"Percy Jackson. So kind of you to join us on this delightful day." Grover said, in a mock bow.

His venomous voice made me feel as though my heart had already been ripped out. This. This being. This monster; was my fault.

"Grover, stop this slaughter. Can't you see. This isn't just a war between us. Even if you win, or even if we win, the Earth will suffer either way. Please Grover. Stop this madness." I begged.

I was desperate at this point.

"Oh Percy. The fun has only just begun. And you and I both know the only way to stop it. But are you really willing to do it?" Grover sneered.

I didn't think. I just reacted. The world can't die because of me. This was my mess. My problem. The nature spirits follow and are bound to Grover. How it began, was how it had to end. In a quick stroke, I plunged my sword through his chest, just as he plunged Anthony's dagger into mine.

I gasped. It was painful. Tears rode down my face. In sync, Grover and I fell to the ground. The nature spirits started to disappear. The demigods started celebrating and cheering. Medics rushed to help the injured. I smirked. Demigods. They will adapt. They will survive. That's what they do. My eyesight darkens. A sort of light consumes my vision. I honestly don't know what awaits me in the afterlife. Endless oblivion? Maybe. I stopped believing in the gods a long time ago. Now, I have a new adventure. A new quest.

I take my last breathe as my heart stops beating.

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I gasp. My hand immediately goes to my chest. I quickly look around. I'm in a sort of room. It's................beautiful. The cosmos are all around me.

"Hey Percy. What did I say about dying?" Dick joked quietly.

"Dick?" I whisper.

My eyes start to tear. He looks exactly like I remembered. It's unbelievable. I rush to get up. I run into his warm embrace. Finally, I got to see him again.
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Now you want to murder me. I know and I'm very sorry. It's been a pleasure writing this fanfiction and I'm so very sorry for the sucky sequel.  I promise I'll write more fanfictions like this, well Olds Wounds soon.  Thank you everyone.  Stay safe, and stay healthy.

WitchingHour89