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Percy Jackson and the Olympians/ Harry Potter Crossover
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For the rest of the day, Harry had been practicing with Riptide, with little success. It was a heavy thing, which required both of Harry's hands to lift. Not only that, but it was sluggish to swing and it took all of his effort just to lift it.
With everyone else on the Argo II using small close-range weapons or pure fire-power (literally), Harry had no-one to teach him how to hold it properly, let alone use it competently. While trying to attack the air, Harry had almost taken Leo's head off… even though he was at least three metres away.
Leo's arms flung into the air, "How is that even possible?!"
Harry didn't know either, and, to be honest, the whole idea of using a sword baffled him anyway. He gingerly capped Riptide, remembering that next time he would practice without other people on the deck. Actually, anywhere on the ship.
The day soon fell into the darknes
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Percy and Annabeth lock eyes. She smiles weakly. He takes her hand and gives it a light, reassuring squeeze.
They share a quick kiss; a silent exchange of unspoken words, then run off to join the fight.
Everything was going as planned, at least so far. The only problem were the giants, there were no gods around, and they had no idea how to kill them. Maybe the gods will appear later, the demigods hoped.
Annabeth stabs a monster, which disintegrates into a yellow powder. She smiles and turns around quickly, scanning the battlefield for a sign of him.
Annabeth sees Percy. There he is, glorious as always putting up a fight. And he, too, turns around and smiles at her.
His smile quickly becomes an expression of pain and surprise as he looks down and the arrow that had just pierced through his chest.
He falls, gracefully and slowly.
Annabeth feels herself die. She runs to his side. Her lips a
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The resemblance between Percy and the apparent leader of the small group now facing us was really something to behold.
They were all dressed in the black robes everyone else seemed to be warring, the leader had glasses, a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead and a noticeable lack of a Roman tattoo but those were the only real difference I could spot, green eyes, messy jet-black hair, and a certain aura of hardship and leadership
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On the eve of the solstice, the winged messenger of the gods Hermes was flying about the land, delivering messages, packages and tricking the mortals on occations and stealing goods when ever he felt like it. During that critical day Hermes had been asked by Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, to deliver a message to Ares the god of war.He had searched and searched but he had found no sign of the war god. He was passing over a violent battle scene when he saw him.
The Dreaded MorningPrim stood in the cluster of twelve year olds, hardly daring to breathe. Not wanting to draw any attention to herself. Not that it would help. She could be the quietest person at the reaping and get picked. Or the other way around.More Like This
Katniss had assured her that she wouldn't get picked, that the odds were entirely in her favor. She was only twelve. Her name was in only one time. It would be fine. All would be well.
But she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She could hear her name being called, its echo ringing in her ears. She sighed, closed her eyes and counted to five. She opened them, and willed herself to be stronger. Katniss had done this alone. A beyond distant mother and a tiny eight year old girl was all the support she had. She had to be brave.
Then, the frilly-clothed capitol attendant strutted on stage, tapping the mike. Her garish face was hideously scary to Prim. Katniss always made fun of the Capitollites at home, but she knew deep down that those painted faces s