Camp Hermit-Blood: a Hermitcraft fanfiction

Percy

Percy expected something scary.

Airport security was not scary.

Because that was what the judgement area looked like.

A large black banner hung above the gate with Welcome to Erebus written in glowing white letters. There were several stations with long lines of people. On one side, there was a tent with a sign that said EZ Death. That line was moving much faster.

"The fast line goes straight to Asphodel," Annabeth said. "It's for the spirits who don't want to risk Punishment."

A ghost glanced nervously at the Fields of Punishment and then demonstrated what she had said.

"Oh, yeah," Grian said. "He'd go to Punishment." He turned to Ren and Gem. "I think we would, too, just because Hades doesn't seem to get that it isn't our fault."

"That what isn't your fault?" Annabeth whined, but she seemed to be losing some of her determination.

"Do you... know him?" Percy asked, gesturing to the ghost that was now in line.

The three... Hermits, they had called themselves, didn't answer.

Grover glanced at them sympathetically. "Let's take EZ Death," he said. "It's faster."

"Wait, who said we have to go through a line?" Ren said.

"Them," Annabeth said, pointing to some security ghouls who were dragging a spirit put of the EZ Death line.

"That one gets a special punishment," Percy mumbled. "The ones who are really bad get punishments tailored specifically for them."

"Nice," Gem said weakly.

They got into the EZ Death line and waited. It wasn't long before they ran through the metal detector and ran into Asphodel amid flashing lights and blaring alarms.

"Unauthorized magic detected!" A cheerful female voice came from hidden speakers.

Percy pushed through crowds of ghosts with the others right on his heels.

"Guys, stop," Annabeth said suddenly, grabbing Ares' backpack and yanking Percy back.

Percy yelped as he hit the ground and probably got a gigantic bruise on his butt.

"What was that for?" Percy demanded.

Annabeth just stared up at seemingly air.

And then it rippled, and Percy saw it. His jaw dropped.

"He's a Rottweiler," Percy said dumbly.

"He's not a wolf," Ren said, squinting in an attempt to see the giant three-headed dog better.

"Of course he's not a wolf," Annabeth said. "Why would he be a wolf?"

"Because wolves are the only dogs we've seen," Ren said.

Annabeth seemed to get her anger back.

"How is that-" she started.

"Oh, yeah. And also Obi-Wan Kenobi," Ren said. "He's a Chihuahua."

Percy shuddered. "I don't think I like Chihuahuas anymore," he said.

"Me neither," Annabeth agreed. "But we have to get back on track. Remember the plan."

"The plan," Percy said. "Yeah, the plan. The plan's definitely going to work."

Hiding how terrified he was, Percy took a large stick out of his backpack and stepped in front of Cerberus.