A/N: I do not own PJO and MHA. They belong to Rick Riordan and Kohei Horikoshi. This is my first fanfiction that I will most likely NOT delete. Please let me know of any spelling, grammar, or technical issues. I accept constructive criticism!
This prologue is a bit rushed, so beware. I will do my best to improve. Someday I might go back and edit this, or write a new and improved version.
"Hazel!" The last the Son of The Dead remembered before a void swallowed him was Hazel's beaten arm, and her scared eyes barely masked with her determination. Her eyes glowed as the Mist produced illusions of the monsters' fears. The hellhounds were cowering away from dog catchers and lions. Which is strange considering they can easily take down a mortal..
Right! Sorry, back on track. A hellhound clawed her back and the cowering monsters regained their bearings.
And I wasn't paying attention. I was too focused on keeping those monsters away from the camp's border, that I didn't know they took a Hermes kid. He must have snuck out of the dorm.
There was just too much going on!
I was caught off guard, and my leg twisted under a hoof, and my side was stabbed by... I don't even know anymore. Things were too blurry.
All I can be sure of is Hazel told me to call for help. It was her voice that snapped me out of my confusion. I conjured one skeleton to defend the less intimidating version of myself. It wouldn't hold them back, but it would buy me some time to reach the closest, non-moving shadow and get help.
As I made my last limp to the shaded area, a shrill scream rang over the sounds of fighting around me. In a panic I desperately looked for the source.
Please be okay, please be okay.
A wave of sickness came over me. No, it's not her. It can't be.
I cleverly punched my injured side. Focus, Nico. You need to find help.
I remembered Camp Jupiter. I began to picture the exact location to Shadow Travel until a branch from above came hurtling toward me. That huge branch decided to let gravity work faster, and nearly crushed my shoulder. I could feel the pain vibrate through my arm, my neck, and my back.
Go, NOW! I thought.
My cry of pain was muffled by overlapping shadows, and I was dragged to (hopefully) Camp Jupiter.
Sadly, the Fates decided to pull their attention away from Percy, and to me.
I was going to make this longer, but I decided to make it a prologue. So, find out what happens next!
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