The Returning Hero #1: Hatred or Love

Chapt. 5

Annabeth POV

I whacked at the training dummy with my dagger. Straw flew everywhere, and the dummy was mostly piles of scrapes.

"Try to put that together before younger campers come in for their sword training," a voice chuckled.

"Hey Clarisse. Still as bored as usual."

I attempted to put it together. At the end it looked okay.

Hello, Angel the Announcer here. Just to say that this is a time skip. Don't worry at all.

I pulled the covers over me as I sunk into a dream.

A figure wielding a bow and a sword slew like a madman. Then, a man with galaxies as his eyes stepped out of the shadows. 

"Well done, little servant. The conflict at Camp has grown. When our strike force is sufficient, we will massacre Camp!"

The figure bowed and said "Milord, should we take the Camp, as, ah... leverage, you say?"

I gasped. "Milord, you seem to have a special guest here."

"Ah, yes." The dark figure waved a hand. 

I woke in cold sweat. I had to warn Per- Steve. I must remember Percy is gone.

"Steve!" I broke into his throne room. Ever since Percy left, the guy became a jerk.

"Guard-, oh Annabeth it's you. Come in."

"Steve, CAMP WILL BE ATTACKED!"

Steve yawned. "Annabeth, I'm sorry, but I have work to do that day."