Prologue
It was a dark night, completely quiet except the light rustle of the trees and the low hoot of a lone owl that hid in the mists of the forest. It taunted him, it was just a bird, yes, but it hurt, tearing at already open wounds. For anybody else, walking in the forest at night, let alone without anybody with them, would be a readymade death wish but this was not anybody else, this was Percy Jackson the Hero of Olympus, the destroyer of Gaea (and most of her giants).He made monsters tremble and hide with one look, yet when he wanted to he could calm the biggest of nerves and make everyone around him relax. He was the all powerful, the amazing, the one you could always count on to save you whatever the situation but he was not perfect. He hurt too, he felt, he dreamed, he loved… that’s what had gotten him into this mess. Everyone knew that his fatal flaw was loyalty but those were just words nobody knew what that really meant. If he put his trust into you, he gave you his spirit, binding you to him; if you were to break this bond you would break him too and that’s what happened. Of course she didn’t know what she was doing when she ended all ties with him. He would get over it, that’s what she thought and maybe he would but they all would need him soon and he wouldn’t be there. And so the hero of Olympus crawled on to a branch of a tree and cried, whispering the same word over and over again 'Annabeth'. The tree spirit tried to comfort him, do anything to stop him from crying and put on his normal façade of the happy, care free guy they relied on. They should know though, nobody's perfect. He could go, forget his past. He would leave, he had stayed long enough
It was a dark night, completely quiet except the light rustle of the trees and the low hoot of a lone owl that hid in the mists of the forest. It taunted him, it was just a bird, yes, but it hurt, tearing at already open wounds. For anybody else, walking in the forest at night, let alone without anybody with them, would be a readymade death wish but this was not anybody else, this was Percy Jackson the Hero of Olympus, the destroyer of Gaea (and most of her giants).He made monsters tremble and hide with one look, yet when he wanted to he could calm the biggest of nerves and make everyone around him relax. He was the all powerful, the amazing, the one you could always count on to save you whatever the situation but he was not perfect. He hurt too, he felt, he dreamed, he loved… that’s what had gotten him into this mess. Everyone knew that his fatal flaw was loyalty but those were just words nobody knew what that really meant. If he put his trust into you, he gave you his spirit, binding you to him; if you were to break this bond you would break him too and that’s what happened. Of course she didn’t know what she was doing when she ended all ties with him. He would get over it, that’s what she thought and maybe he would but they all would need him soon and he wouldn’t be there. And so the hero of Olympus crawled on to a branch of a tree and cried, whispering the same word over and over again 'Annabeth'. The tree spirit tried to comfort him, do anything to stop him from crying and put on his normal façade of the happy, care free guy they relied on. They should know though, nobody's perfect. He could go, forget his past. He would leave, he had stayed long enough
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