I do not own PJO. All credit goes to the genius Rick Riordan.
The Warning:
Leo and the others continued their search, until they came across a clearing splattered with blood. In the center were two motionless figures lying on the ground. Both were covered in each other's blood. One was obviously Porphyrion; his body smelled like ozone. It was the other figure that caught Leo's attention.
The tall boy lay in a pool of his own blood. His mouth was covered in more of it, as if he had spit up blood. The boy was definitely dead. But for some reason, Leo couldn't shake this sense of pain and loss. He didn't understand why his chest felt so heavy.
It was when Annabeth screamed and ran to the motionless body that Leo figured it out.
Through the wet stains of blood in the boy's long, unruly hair that hung down over his closed eyelids, Leo could just barely make out raven-colored strands of thick hair. The aura of power that had once radiated off of the boy was gone, and Leo watched as Annabeth gathered the body up in her arms and sobbed into his unmoving chest.
Leo realized that the loss was from the knowledge that they would never be able to see that cheerful twinkle, or hear the sarcastic remarks that always seemed to make facing dead seem better.
Leo didn't have to think to know what color the sightless eyes would be if they were open. He already knew.
Because the dead body lying in front of them belonged to Percy Jackson.
A crash sounded outside of the author's bedroom. He looked up, but noticed nothing, and turned back to his laptop. He reached for the enter key that would send his work to the publisher, and another crash sounded. He glanced out the window, just in time to see a shadow pass through the darkness.
The author understood immediately what the shadow was here for, and turned back to his laptop. But, instead of hitting the enter key, he began to frantically press the backspace key. The last seven paragraphs of the story vanished, and the shadow disappeared. The author breathed a sigh of relief.
You have been warned, Rick Riordan. Don't even think about doing this.
Just so you all know… I'm not threatening him seriously. But… if he dares to kill the hero known as Percy Jackson… I won't be too happy.
P.S. I just thought of a way to kill Percy Jackson, and since I thought that the actual description was pretty good, I just turned it into a don't-do-it story.
Sorry Rick.
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