The elevator door dinged open and I was horrified by what I saw; Olympus had fallen. The once glorious home to the gods, the architectural wonder of the world had been laid to waste. The statues turned to rubble, entire mountain lit on fire and the streams flowing with golden ichor; the blood of gods. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground; tears running down my face. Even though this was not the first time I had seen this, it hit harder everytime. But I had to be stronger, they needed me, my family needed me. Maybe I could save them this time. So I ran towards the throne room, holding back tears and hoping that I won't be late this time, but fate it seemed liked playing with me. I reached the throne room, panting, already exhausted and pushed the door open. I immediately regretted not closing my eyes in time, as I was momentarily blinded by the light and just as my vision returned to me, I hoped I would go blind again. Sprawled out in the throne room were the bodies of the gods or what they must have been, because they had been cut into pieces, golden ichor spiralled on the floor as if it was alive. And standing at the center of this melancholic site was a dark, hooded figure, Percy Jackson, with his sword in one hand, dripping ichor and in his other hand the head of Poseidon. He had a smug look on his face and smirked as he looked at me and said,"Oh! What a wonderful world! Isn't it?" And my vision went dark.
Author's Note
This is my first proper work and I will update it as quick as possible so please add this to your reading list cause it sure as hell is gonna blow your minds.
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Percy Jackson: The Fall of Olympus
Fanfiction"Your fatal flaw is personal loyalty. To save a friend, you would sacrifice the world" ~ Athena What happens when Olympus esteemed hero Percy Jackson thinks it's high time that the gods leave them?
