Chapter 24

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Scott's pov.
Percy woke up the next morning screaming something about a dream and death. He looked pale and sickly. Annabeth was rubbing his back and trying to calm him down to little avail. As he was calming down Liam went out to get the mail. On the door step was a note:
If you want to finish the battle.. Go to the beacon from before your antenatal...
On this fortnight
Come face the bite 
Face me
Let what will be be
One final battle for life
Or to death with a final strife
                              ~Your Nightmare
As Lydia read it aloud we all looked at each other. Percy's face hardened and Annabeth hand dropped to her blade. And with that we began to prepare.
             ~Time skip~
It was time for the final battle and everyone seemed to be holding their breath. We all drove to the edge of the wood, then got out of our respective cars and began to walk. We had to trust the woods to lead us to the old oak. We walked for what seemed for like days, but was only really hours. Each with different thoughts in our minds. Each with different fears. Each hoping for the best and fearing the worst. Each having that taunting poem in our heads. All of uswith one single purpose to finish this tonight.

At last the finally came to the great tree, the great Beaton, and what we all saw was a thing for nightmares. Someone dig a swirl leading to the middle of the tree. In the middle was a deeper dip in in. In the dip was a cup. Around the stump was a great many candles.

On the sides of the stump came up the posts the stood over the trunk so the fall of anything would go into the swirls that were dug into the stump and in the middle of it all was a man in a dark cloak. In the woods around, the brave heroes of our story, chatting began. It was in deep and all voices melted into one solid chanting voice with a dark menacing sound from it. Soon people and dark cloaks marched forward and if you looked under there hoods you would see white eyes vacant of any form of life.
But what drew all their eyes was the man in the middle, the villain story if you will, was standing chanting in a pure evil voice with a snake like voices. What was probably the most frightening is the color of his glowing eyes. The were a pure black. Every last part of his eye was black.... He finally looked up at the young heroes and said in a cruel voice, "Looks like our funs about to begin."
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Sorry about the wait. Sorry about how short this is... and anyway hope you like it bro lol
Love you guyz
~Cj out

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