Adele Black: The Sequel (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover)

A Holiday Special

ADELE BLACK: THE SEQUEL

A HOLIDAY SPECIAL

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My least favorite Christmas had to be when I was around six or so.

That year, it seemed as if everything was boring. My best friend in my cabin at the time had just passed away.

My best friend was named Éowyn, and she was only about twelve years old when she died.

Like me, her eyes were a stormy grey but her hair was naturally curled into ringlets and it was a light brown color.

Éowyn was good with a sword and she would read to me. I loved it when she read me the story about a hobbit named Frodo and his adventures with his friend Sam.

In fact, her father apparently loved those books so much that he named her after his favorite female character in the trilogy.

"Can you read to me the chapter when Boromir gets angry at Frodo in The Fellowship of the Ring? It's the last chapter- The Breaking of the Fellowship?"

"Sure! I will as soon as we finish playing capture the flag."

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Like usual, I followed Éowyn around in the snowy forest. We were currently right by Zeus' fist.

I wore heavy armor on my body but it didn't stop me from charging at the red team as they raced at Éowyn and I.

I noticed that Éowyn was outnumbered, five to one. It wasn't very fair.

Bringing out my very own sword, I sprinted towards the older campers, a scowl most likely etched on my six-year old face.

Cries of pain came from Éowyn, and my heart was beating as quick as The Flash; I couldn't let my half-sister die.

"Hey! Hey you guys! Yeah, you too Porkchop!" I screamed, my voice wavering.

"Is little itty baby Adele going to go crying to her father? Oh wait! He's in prison!"

The camper who said that suddenly had his helmet disappear.

The camper was the one and only Josh Swanson, the fifteen-year old son of Ares. He was the one that I often called Porkchop.

I never knew why his helmet disappeared, but now that I glance back, it was probably some accidental magic.

Unluckily, his half-brother, Joe Collins who was fifteen as well, pulled off Éowyn's helmet.

"Éowyn!" I called.

"Adele...."

Josh brought down his spear and threw it down at her throat, and impaled it in her neck.

"ÉOWYN! NO!"

The familiar sound of Chiron's hooves galloped into my hearing range and I managed to see him in his centaur form, even though my eyes were blistering with salty tears. My vision was blurry.

"She's dead," he said, his face paler than snow and his face grave, "who did this!?"

Not even terrified of the two sons of Ares because I had Chiron here with me, and everybody else in the camp who was a year-rounder, I pointed at Josh and Joe.

"You two. Come with me," Mr. D growled, a fire in his eyes.

I couldn't process it.

I never got over it.

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Since then, I haven't read or watched The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings.

That's why I broke down into sobs when I unwrapped my present from my dad this Christmas.

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Happy Holidays!!!!!