The Survivors

Chapter 1

Hazel's POV

It had been years since Gaia's defeat. A now 24 year old Hazel Levesque ran through Central Park, the cold wind hitting her skin through her torn jeans. Her white t shirt turned into a crop top exposing her cut up stomach. Was it dismissed in her mind that New York had been turned into a waste land. No. Did it still hurt to think about Annabeth's death. A lot. But did she still believe that some of the seven was still alive. Yes. "Crap!" She exhaled as she ducked behind a dumpster. Two emposai and a hellhound had just barely missed her. She steadied her breathing and sat down, touching the tattoo on her wrist of the Roman numeral VII. Seven. Everyone of them had the tattoo on different parts of their bodies. Not to far away she noticed a male about her age, with chocolate brown curly hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a white button down dress shirt and black jeans with black converse. She had her suspicions about who it could be but waited a little longer for clarification. The boy next to the wall turned his head to his the opposite direction of where Hazel was sitting when she noticed the writing on his neck.VII. She got up and ran over to him. His eyes locked with her golden ones as they stared intensely at each other. She was staring into the eyes of the only person she had ever truly loved....Leo Valdez. A tear trickled down her cheek as she jumped into his arms. "Hola Mi amor ." He said softly " Bonjour mon amour." She replied. He looked at her with a look of relief and happiness. Before either of them could understand what had happened they were kissing in an alleyway in Central Park completely blocking out the outside world.

Sorry it's short I'll make sure to update very soon. Bye!