Percy Jackson/1D And The Creators Horn

I woke up, my head pounding. What the in Hades happened? Dam my head hurt. I frowned and stumbled upwards, looking up, all that met my eyes was darkness. A slight hint of panick, dizziness and a strange sence of daja vu swim into my mind as I look around.

It was like a underground cave, with no top, or I could describe it as some sort of giant whole or pit. Nothing was hear apart from walls of rock that surrounded me. Completly black rocks surrounded me. Where the Hades was I?

After some hesitation, I called out "Hello?"

My voice echoed of the walls but afterwards there was complete silence, after a while my feet seemed to work on their own accord and walk straight forward, as I move forwards an odd sensation in my gut told me to go walk forward.

Like you know when you get those feelings to go somewhere, to walk in a certain direction? Because of curiousity and something inside is telling you to do it? Thats what was going on with me, as I walked on I thought how strange that some of these rocks had strange markings on some of them looked so familer but for the life of me I couldn't work out why.

I stopped walking as soon as I was about to hit a wall but as I looked up, I realised with wonder that it was as far away from a wall than you could get. I gaped in shock. I didn't know how to describe it, well I did but it didn't give the sense of how massive and intimidating they looked.

A massive door, which looked like it had been made out of the rock in the very walls around me, loomed in front of me, towering over me.

A name came to my mind, an impossible name because I knew these doors couldn't be what we had been searching for all along could it? But it seemed all to fit, it had been two months and I was at doors that looked like they held something powerful and sinister behind it, the Doors Of Death and I had a idea at what I was going to find behind the doors.

As I looked at the doors my vision became slightly blurred and my mind hazy, my eyes glazing over as if I was in some kind of dream, what was behind the doors seemed to call to me and I had a strange feeling of being hypnotised, like I was reacting on pure instinct as my body moved on its own accord.

I watched my hand rise and touch the doors, as soon as my skin made contact, a strange white light came from the part of the door I had touched and it spread like a Ivey or viens as it seemed to throb with mythical energy as it consumed the door.

As soon as it was wrapped, its strips of white light running through it like the rock had veins, throbbing against its skin. The Doors Of Death made an earth shattering noise as they started to open...

They opened slowly, though my mind registered no suprise, or shock. A eerie calmness had overulled my senses. I knew what to do. There was a huge area of rocks and dead skelotons littered the floor but my eyes didn't focus on that.

A gold and silver box, sat on top of a silver table at the back of the area behind the Doors Of Death. There was a odd pull coming from the box or what was inside. I wanted to have it and open it, to see the tresure inside, no... I didn't want to open it, I needed to.

Feeling like I was some sort of puppet, unable to access the strings controlling my body. Or any other emotion other than calmness and a determination.

My feet crunching on the human bones that layered the entrance, I started to walk towards the box in a trance like state.

Time went by very, very quickly. Soon I was inches near the box, a thought registered in me finally. I knew I shouldn't have been given such easy acess to the box, there was skelotons littering the floor I walked on for a definite reason.

There was a symbal, ectched into the gold on each side. A symbol I reconised easily and a shiver dripped down my spine, goose bumps on my arms. Everything we'd gone through, all lead up to this moment...

Hesitantly my arms reached out and my hands touched the silver and gold box, a shiver of exitement and intisipation overwhelmed me for a few seconds before, I clicked open the lock, again as the locks were quite easy to undo. Pressuring the idea that demigods, and all people that had ever come here to take this tresure never had gotten far to even touching the box.

It clicked open and I held my breath as I stared at it. It was a master piece, calved so delicately and beautifully.

The Creators Horn.

I slowly, reached out and took it from its gold box, it seemed to shine in my hands.

How could something this beautiful start a war? The end of the gods no less.

The same familer symbols were calved into the Horn, then I finally accepted what or who the symbols represented...

The same symbol that had floated above my head when I had been claimed.

I suppose my illusion was right, I hadn't wanted to admit who my father was, though I'd known who it was deep in side and I guess I was scared of what it would mean for everyone, me most of all.

My father...

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