There was no way.
A throaty chuckle eminated throughout the forest, echoing through the trees. Head hung low, fringe framing his face, Percy stood boneless. His sword. That sword was it. His only memoir. His only keepsake. The only thing he had left from his "-father," Percy whispered breathily, eyes cast downward in respect.
The looming figure proceeded to approach Percy, darkness enveloping his vision. "Did you finally figure it out? I always knew you were the witty one. Now come, we have somewhere to go, child."
Placing a hand on the teen's trembling body, Percy felt immense pressure on himself. His vision dotted white, eyelids droopy and shoulders sagging.
"Sleep."
Sleep he did.
im so sowwy guysssss. today'll be my binge chapter day. i know this is really short but i couldnt end this any other way....thanks dudesss
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Percy Jackson, The Son Of Chaos
FanfictionPercy Jackson has been called a murderer by the person he loves: Annabeth. Percy is ordered to leave camp, and meets the Universal Master, Lord Chaos, who happens to be his actual father. Learning that he is Omega, an all powerful Primordial, Percy...
