a Fucked Up Camp for Fucked Up Kids [ pjo fanfic ]

" You died for an innocent new kid here, when you were thirteen, and had just become Praetor. She was nine, she was also your trainee. The monster was a hellhound, and you distracted it. It was in the dead of night, and I was your only witness. "

" You were there? " I asked.

" Well, I'm the son of Styx. I get a tingling feeling when someone I know is about to die, so I sprinted over to the forest, which is where I knew you'd be, and I only found a sobbing nine year old kneeling in from of my friends corpse. It was pretty scary, two years later, I bargained a deal with my mother, Styx, so she would bargain a deal with Hades. " TK explains. " We're kinda the Spooky Ghost with weird eyes Duo, now, huh? "