I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. So I pretended it didn't happen. But it did. In saving me from Medusa, the love of my life, Percy Jackson, was turned into gold. Yep, you heard right. Gold. The legend goes that there is a hero renown throughout the worlds. A hero that would sacrifice himself to save...
Just a 'nice and friendly' game of truth or dare with our favorite Percy Jackson characters! (A/N I was 12 when I wrote this. People with high level brains and a respect for well written works, leave now. Everyone else: Come in for a laugh, cause were grammar and embelishment was lacking, humor is abuntant. )
I took one last, longing glance at my former home over my shoulder. I wished I could stay, but what was there to stay for? Annabeth deserted me, my father hated me and the campers no longer knew me as the hero who saved Olympus twice. This is the end, I thought. Taking a deep breath and blinking back tears in my eyes...