The Dark Truth.

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Random note:
I mixed the TV series and book designs for Percabeth because I do actually sorta like their TV designs(shocking, I know) along with the Book ones! So if their description in this story sounds different, that's why!

Another note, some of this chapter is inspired by the wonderful thing that is the Carnage episode(not Carnage queen, but when Carnage was made) of The Spectacular Spider-Man! For those who don't know it, trust me, it's great-

Also, anyone else here love descendants? Like, I'll listen to the songs on loop for basically no reason-

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Harry stared as he wondered whether he'd completely lost his mind, or he was looking a person with the bottom half of a horse.

"Yes, that's a person with the bottom half of a horse." Venom hissed in his ear, almost inaudible. "Why are you doubting that?"

"Maybe because it's not scientifically possible?" Harry whispered angrily, trying not to glare. "Now shut up, they might hear you!"

"You good man?" Simon asked, as if he totally didn't hear that whole thing. "You're kinda glaring at me."

Harry turned to Simon. He wasn't quite sure what to think of him, he looked like the type of person to go around stealing things for fun, but that could Harry getting judgemental.

"I'm good, just thinking." Harry decided to say. "So who's this?"

"You can call me Chiron, I run this summer camp," He said. He had that tone Harry had only heard from teachers, not particularly the ones from Oscorp, more like Pete's teacher. Harry had only met him once or twice, but he was pretty nice to Harry. "And you are?"

"Harry Osborn." He introduced himself. "And don't worry about my Father, I told him I went to a friend's house."

"Thank you." Chiron said, giving him a warm smile. Harry smiled back.

He heard the door open, and two other people walked into the building, one female, one male.

The male has a mop of black and blonde hair, sort of like a mix of both, with a grey streak and a white complexion, along with sea green eyes. He was wearing an orange shirt -- the words Camp Half-Blood written in black writing -- and a pair of ripped jeans. He sorta looked like those biker kids Harry would see around Manhattan.

The girl had longer hair, tied back into a bun -- a mix of brown and a golden blonde -- with a grey streak identical to the boys, along with the exact same orange Camp tee. Her complexion was much darker, with peach patches similar covering her body, with stormy gray eyes.

He heard Peter's text ring tone, and went into his pocket. The phone wasn't there, and he turned to the sound.

"Yo, isn't this Peter guy the person who got kidnapped with our resident fire boy?" Simon asked, tapping a phone screen -- Harry's.

Harry grabbed his phone quickly. "How did you manage to grab that?" He asked, unlocking the phone to check his messages.

"Child of Hermes," The girl said, walking over. "Simon, now's not the time."

"Aw come on!" Simon groaned. "Take a joke!"

Harry ignores the conversation, in favor of reading the new message. He couldn't help but smile as he read it.

"Pete, you smart son of a bitch." Harry chuckled. "He turned his phone tracker on, which is connected to his watch. He never takes that thing off."

"Meaning we know where they are?" The black-blonde haired guy asked. "I'm Percy, by the way."