Percy Jackson : Gods Annihilation

Turning her back on them her wings minutely extended before she dashed off in the direction she'd previously sent Hera, another collision soon coming from the distance.

Lola felt as if she could finally breathe as she sank to her knees, her knuckles almost bone white as they gripped the silver bow in her hands.

...

This was too much. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to serve Artemis, or even be in this war. She didn't want glory or fame. She just wanted to go back home with her family, to see her mother safe and sound before taking her usual year in her mortal home with her father and cousins.

Tears started trail down her eyes as her entire frame shook. Everything simply stared to get tuned out, only the sound of her own sobs reached her as the world became blurry through her tears.

Faintly she heard a scream and orders followed by more screams. Something wet hit the side of her face making her blink and wipe at her face through her sniffles before she turned to look.

All she saw was the bloody tiara of the lieutenant before muffled steps drew her gaze forward. Leather boots were what she saw first before she looked up. Black jeans transitioned to a dark blue shirt and a black leather jacket that seemed to radiate darkness until finally her grey eyes met a pair of writhing black flames and icy blue pupils.

Percy stood before her, the Viking short-sword drawn in his left hand as he looked down at her without a trace of emotion. She started to cry right then and there, nothing but dread filling her as the legendary hero stood before her, knowing that her nine, nearly ten short years were up. Her bow dropped and forgotten, she waited for the end even as she wished she had gotten to say goodbye. However instead of feeling the cold sting of a blade, she felt something grab onto the back of her parka and lifting her.

In a moment she was dropped onto something furry. Her cries stopped in surprise as she looked down to see she was sitting on a pony-sized wolf.

Looking to the side she was met with the back of the dark god, seeing him glance back with softened eyes before he looked away. She didn't get to utter a sound as the wolf suddenly leapt, making her squeal slightly as she gripped the thick fur while darkness surrounded them. She closed her eyes in reflex, hunkering down against the wolf.

Second passed with absolutely no sound, not even her own breathing as a cold stillness surrounded them before it abruptly ended. Where once was silence and darkness was now vibrant light and a chorus of voices.

She blinked her eyes as she tried to adjust, slowly getting a clearer picture as she looked around. It was a camp of some sort with several large bonfires lit around, all manner of nymphs, satyrs, and mortals if she had to guess running around with blankets, medical supplies, and other such items.

Getting a better look she realized they were tending to numerous demigods of all sizes in various states, some looking shaken to the core and covered in dirt, blood, and grime while others merely looked merely surprised to the point of shock. She was shaken from her observations though as a pretty woman with auburn hair in a bun and cream chiton sped up to her.

"Oh dear, another of Athena's," the woman said as she quickly picked Lola up and off the wolf which soon disappeared into a shadow.

In a flurry of motion Lola found herself divested of the parka and small breastplate leaving her in a simple shirt and her stained jeans before a warm blanket was wrapped around her and a clean cloth was trailed over her cheeks. A cloth that she absently noted came off caked with blood and dirt.

"Lady Leto," a nymph said as she ran up to Lola and the woman currently cleaning her up. "Another one just arrived but she's unresponsive. Total shock."

The now named Leto clicked her teeth as she pulled back from Lola. "Really, needing to go this far just to keep the Olympians and anyone watching unsuspecting." The goddess looked at the demigoddess with a sad smile before she gently took Lola's shoulders and turned her away. "I think there's someone that would be happy to see you," she said as Lola's gaze zeroed in on a familiar head of blonde hair.

She gasped and before she knew it she was running, tears of sheer relief spilling down her cheeks as she covered the distance in seconds.

"Mama!" she cried as she threw herself at the goddess who'd been tending to what appeared to be one of her siblings judging by another head of blonde … not that Lola could really focus on that at the moment.

The blonde goddess caught her, engulfing her in a hug out of simple reflex as Lola held on tight. She didn't hear what her mother said at the next second, didn't care for how they drew attention with how loud she'd been, or even that she had just been on a battlefield. All she cared about at the moment was that she was with her mother…

...

( Annabeth POV )

The goddess raised her shield before shoving it aside, slamming an oncoming wolf back into the darkness. She huffed as she shifted around, her sword arm swinging as she sliced through several assaulting branches.

Demigods milled around her, back to back and moving in tandem to fend of the onslaught, her presence creating a pillar of control and efficiency within the storm. Her eyes scanned every demigod, their position, and predicted oncoming attacks within minute seconds, her training and experience naturally falling into play.

With a twitch her wrist flicked and she barely looked as a smaller wolf was lopped in half as it had tried to make a go at her blind spot. She glanced at her bloodied sword before passing over the dead wolf, scrunching her nose in distaste of the action even if she wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

She understood the intention of the attack within moments, watching as the morale of the entire army was systematically dismantled while dealing crippling blows to the leadership, especially those heading more aggressive stances against the new protogenoi.

The separation and scare tactics, using hit-and-run at key points, and making a gory show of certain kills. It was all guerilla tactics, the very aspect of her domain and something she'd naturally mastered.

She'd already picked out who their targets would most likely be, understood where and how they would attack … and she let them be. She'd already decided to turn against Olympus and now was doing nothing more than going through the motions, keeping her own safe and watching as certain individuals were picked off like that praetor that got pulled apart.

She grimaced at the sight and dearly wished many of the demigods didn't needed to see this but there was no avoiding it.

Percy and co didn't want to fight this army in the first place and what better way to stop an army that take away the very will to fight? Although, it was guaranteed that when this was all said and done, plenty of demigods would be terrified of them and want nothing to do with them but they were willing to bare it. Better alive and living somewhere away from the primordial gods then fighting a losing battle and dying pointlessly.

Intentions and consequences regardless Annabeth rolled to the side as she avoiding getting impaled by a branch of a low tree, silently cursing that Rhea seemed to be a little eager to mess her up along with this attack.

At least Hestia wasn't part of the attack, otherwise Annabeth was sure she would have been charcoal by this point. She glimpsed a few moments of combat and was actually surprised to see Rhea actually present and combating Hera, the pair moving from collision to collision with anyone trying to help Hera being turned into red stains.

Most of the minor gods were still trying to retain their control of the chariots but were being shot out of the sky even with Zeus intercepting so many shots. She'd also barely noticed the appearances of Medusa and Lupa as the pair picked off demigods through the shadows, the black arrows tipping her off that Lamia was supporting from within the trees as well.

The rapport of a rifle fire made her look off to the southern direction nearest the camp, probably being one of the newest gunman taking a shot from a higher vantage point. Green sparks within the darkness also meant that some demigods, of those supplied anyways, had resorted to using their improved Desert Eagles to kill off attacking wolves.

"My lady!" called one of the roman demigods as he ran to her from the east direction.

Her gaze shifted to him even as she blocked a large tree branch, grunting slightly as she shoved it back. Just her look alone already got him talking, sparing her the energy and focus.

"The Hunters, over half are gone!" the demigod shouted before cursing as another shift in the soil tripped him up.

===================

Don't forget to throw some power Stones, to keep the story going.

...

if you want to support me or just to read ahead of the public release, you can join my p@treon :

p atreon/Moonhorse