Assassin of Worlds {Percy Jackson Fanfiction} 🗸

Chapter 31 - We Attack At Dawn

Prophecy

Order rises from its chains,

End cannot be restrained,

Heroes of the past face ancient evil,

The cost of life shall stop upheaval.

Allies will be unmasked,

And Death will be tasked.

Previously

"It doesn't matter," he said, finishing off his bottle with one giant sip. "Just know that...he doesn't blame you. Not anymore.

"Just...try and get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day."

Theron disappeared into the shadows before Max could ask any more questions.

Now

I would like to say something before I start this chapter. I know that some people do not ship Percabeth. If this is the case, then I suggest you find another book. Sorry if this doesn't float your boat.

The Sun rose. The Earth spun. Birds sang. Water ran. Crickets chirped. 

And it drove Max crazy. All of these things are normal. But now? Everything was furthest from normal. In just hours, they would be fighting for their lives. People would die. The person sitting right next to him might die. 

As of now, Max was sitting in a giant school bus, acquired by the Hermes cabin. He was sitting next to a boy with greasy, brown hair and a large build. Most definitely a child of Hephaestus. The bus bounced slightly, only making the knot in Max's stomach grow. He had been the victim of war before, and he had prayed to every god and goddess in existence that it wouldn't happen again. They didn't seem to answer. 

The previous night had flashed in his memories; him breaking down at Thalia's Tree, being approached by THERON, of all people! And lastly, hearing the words that he prayed to hear from him.

"Just know that he doesn't blame you. Not anymore."

Did he really say that? Or was the Commander just trying to console him? Ever since that fateful day Max was introduced to the godly world, he made sure to kill every Empousa he saw. Every. Single. One.

Max had heard the stories about the Camp's legendary hero. The hero who returned Lord Zeus's Master Bolt, and Hades's Helm of Darkness. The warrior who sailed the Sea of Monsters and retrieved the long-lost Golden Fleece, which is still hanging in the tree today. The champion who battled a Titan, who held up the sky. Percy Jackson. That was his name. Everyone had heard of him. It's kind of hard not to. He was the person everyone wanted to be when they grew up. The person you would hear about in fairytales.

The only thing is, in his fairytale, he didn't get a happy ending.

"-ax. Max." a gentle shake pushed Max from his bitter thoughts. He looked up and saw the sad face of Will Solace, the head counselor of his cabin. "We're here. We are going to go rendezvous at Olympus."

Max nodded in thanks and rose from his seat. The bus was already empty. The Immortal Campers decided that it would be best if Cohorts One and Two remain at Camp Half-Blood, seeing as they recently came out of a battle all their own. That left most of Camp Half-Blood, Cohorts Three, Four, and Five, as well as the aliens, the Assassins of Void, and the Commanders of Chaos up against two of the four first beings and who knows how many other evil-doers.