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Percy Jackson/Rise of The Guardians

Percy Jackson died. His soul isn't in the underworld. The death we expected, the missing soul and body we did not. Hades felt it, he said Percy died. So where is he?

Jack Frost had a normal day, until he was telling a kid a story. The kid was afraid of the dark. When that poor kid fell asleep, Sandy's dreams came, but they turned black and shriveled up before they reached the kid. There was only one person who could do that.

Fera Flame was unhappy in this cold, frozen world. She heard of Pitch, the seeping darkness that almost consumed the Guardians. The horrible Guardians that people could see and cherish. But they couldn't see her, only the flames. This Pitch might be able to help her, but he was gone. Fear of the dark was gone and so was he, but that only meant that she needed to spread a little darkness for him.

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN RICK RIORDAN'S WORK OR RISE OF THE GUARDIANS OR GREEK MYTHOLOGY, BUT THAT LAST ONE IS OBVIOUS. I DON'T REALLY EVEN OWN FERA SO.... um yeah thats all.