Eretherals

Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were turning.

It was a sunny, bright day in camp when people began falling to the ground, screaming in agony.

None more than Percy Jackson.

Waves taller than the mountains crashed into the shoreline. Lighting shone and Thunder boomed.

The children of the Gods were sprouting wings. But that's not all they were sprouting.

A new legacy of powerful Heathen gods was made into existence on August 18, 2011.

With feathered wings, incredible powers and newfound immortality, they were the most powerful beings in the universe. As if made by Khaos itself.

But none of them was anywhere near as powerful as their King and Queen.

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.

The Roman camp and Greek camps now merged to form a newer, stronger base.

Eretherals they called themselves.

The Gods, in fear of their position in the universe, will do anything to find a way to rid their children of their power.

But they would need to study one of them before they could take any action.

So they struck when the camp was in its weakest state. When it was sleeping.

They took Annabeth out of her bed and had Hypnos put her into a deep and powerful sleep, storing her in an unbreakable glass chamber Hephaestus himself made.

When the camp realised their Queen had been taken, threats of War arose on the plumes of smoke rising from the burning wreckage that was once a pile of gifts given to the demigods by the Gods.

They never saw the green-eyed and Raven-haired Eretheral leave camp.

They never saw him coming.

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚