When broken people collide,
Stars are born.
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After the events of The Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter is more than ready to kick back and enjoy life without the knife of a prophecy over his head. But, of course, when h...
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•June 3rd, 1998, House of Hades •
The doors opened slowly. The five greatest heroes of the age were waiting anxiously. For whom?
It was none other than Perseus 'Percy' Jackson and Annabeth Chase. They had fallen into Tartarus, the greek hell which had left the team devastated. Each one blamed themselves for their state. They were too stubborn to believe that the odds were not in the favor of the demigods.
That's why they found themselves in the House of Hades now. The only sound in the corridor was the opening of the doors. They held their breath. Their faces split into smiles as they were able to see Percy through the doors but quickly morphed into worry as they took her in.
Percy's clothes were mere rags which showed several wounds, new and old. She was covered in blood and dust from head to toe. Her braid was messed up and several strands of hair covered her face. It was her face that worried them.
She had tear stains on her face. The doors opened wider but there was no sign of their other friend. Everything became clear to them. Hazel sobbed as Frank held her, who seemed to holding back tears himself. The others hung their heads.
Percy stumbled out of the elevator, too sore to walk. She threw Riptide, which was tightly clutched in her hand, to the wall furiously. Jason rushed forward and caught his cousin in a tight hug, ignoring her bloody back and her wince.
She did not do anything, just stood there while the others mourned for their friend. She just felt numb. Her tears had run out in eleven minutes. Eleven minutes to mourn for her best friend, her everything. She was angry at the gods for letting us face this, at Tartarus and the monsters for they were the ones who killed her friend. Mostly, she was angry at herself, for letting down her friends, for getting everyone killed. She clenched her fist.
