Still Running (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Paintings Of My Past

Percy followed them like a puppet on strings.

I know it seemed stupid to follow complete strangers into a very odd and creepy town but what did he have to lose?

Just his life...

But at this moment in time he didn't give dam about where he lived or died.

Percy didn't think he would do again.

He followed them into a type of office but his eyes widened as he got inside.

Paintings etched the walls.

It wasn't just how many paintings it was what was on them...

He saw a painting of a war between...

An Army of teenagers with strange glowing lights surrounding them and an Army of monsters and a few other glowing teenagers though there was a guy in front...that wasn't what was unimportant though...his eyes were a bright gold.

There were other paintings to a war between some Greek looking people and Roman people, again their body's seem to shine strangely. The ground had wicked cracks through and I swore if I looked hard enough I could see a strange evil looking face calved from the ground, laughing as it watched the fight...

There were other paintings that seemed familer to him, there was a painting of a camp which looked suspiosly like camp half blood, there was a painting of a haunting dark labrinth, a painting of the sea with a silver monster glittering in the sea, a painting of a lightning bolt held in Zeus's hand and a painting of a lady that had no head but a head with snake hair rolled along the ground.

Every painting just looked so familer, it was like someone had painted most of his past on these paintings then stuck them randomly in the Sheriffs office.

But he knew one thing for sure, this was not an ordinary town.