Octavian stumbled away from the massive, steaming crater, coughing violently. Half-running, half-falling away from the disastrous scene, he gasped for clean air, only to inhale more dusty smoke. He rushed away from it, away from everything. He kept moving, down the steep hill to a grassy forest, then past the forest to a quaint little town. And when he felt he'd outstayed his welcome there, he hitched a cab to the big city. Little did he know what awaited him. *~*~* This is an Octavian-Surviving-and-Gaea-Still-Alive-Because-there's-no-way-she'd-be-defeated-that-easily fan-fiction. It's like a continuation of the series, but in (a less crazy, more loveable) Octavian's point of view. Enjoy!
2 parts