Perseus's POV
"Percy, watch out!"
I narrowly missed a bomb by jumping into the trench. I could never get used to the constant danger out in the battle field.
"Thanks Grover. That was a close one," I stated, but close encounters with death didn't scar me as much as they used to. It was the year 1864, and I was fighting for my country. My home. And now I was fighting for the hope to go home soon.
Gun in hand, I ran through the trenches. It wasn't the time to get distracted. This is what we were training for. We needed to win the war.
I was probably the worst soldier ever because I didn't want to kill anyone. Confederate or not, these were still people. With families. And homes. Therefore I always aimed at the leg or arm, never fatal shots. However, my aim was always dead accurate, thanks to training. I looked over the top of the trench, and steadied my gun on the ground in front of me. I didn't want to, but I pulled the trigger. Men across the field fell to their knees, and I felt a stab of guilt.
This wasn't home anymore, with pranks with Grover and fun with family. This was the real world. And I wasn't going home anytime soon. Not until the war ended.
Maybe when the war is over, I'd finally settle down. Relax a bit. Get married and have a family. We could live in a big house in the nicer part of town and-
"Percy! Look out!"
Dang, I got distracted. I looked back and saw a grenade drop near me in the trench. Curses. I jumped as far away from it as I could as an explosion rang throughout the trenches.
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See You Again
RomansaPercabeth Civil War AU! When Percy gets wounded, Annabeth has to look after him. They eventually catch feelings for one another, but what happens when Percy has to go back and fight?
