They say a soldier's eyes hold the truth behind their smile. That by looking in their eyes, you can see the lives they've taken, the lives they've seen lost. It is in their eyes that you can see how broken they are. As the Gods and campers looked into Percy's eyes with fear, their hearts shattered. His sea green eyes had lost their light. It would have been better if they were drowning in tears of sadness. It would have been better if they flashed and stormed with unquenchable rage. Any emotion would have been better than the haunted, broken look his eyes held. There was nothing. No sign of life, emotion, or sight. They were lifeless. Dead. Hey guys, Estelle here, just to let you know this is my first ever fanfiction. Hope you enjoy it!
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