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Mortals and Demigods

John Constantino

My name is John Constantino and I am 95 years old. I've done everthing not all men can do. I have fought a war, a war so deadly. World War II one of the most bloody wars in history. I fought for the US and survived the chaos. Now I'm here, November 11 2015, here in a special cemetery only for the soldiers in wars. My arms are locked with my grandson's arms, Diego Constantino. The air was cold and fresh. Thick fog flew over the graves. I walked around the graveyard for a few minutes, trying to find my good ol' friend. The dead grass beneath my feet cracked as I stepped on them. I stopped in front of a grave.
Todd Linkend. Born: 1920 Death: 1940.
Brother, Father and Friend
“Here is fine.” I told Diego. He nodded his head and left me alone. I miss my dear friend, dearly. I knelt down slowly, my hands gripping my cane. I placed the flowers I was holding on his grave and stood up, silently staring at the tomb-stone.
“It's been 73 years, Toddy,” I say my voice cracking. I lifted my arms up crarefully, saluting my fellow soldier. I stood there for a good three minutes, saluting, respecting my partner.
“Annabeth, maybe we should-”
“Hush, Percy. This is my brother we're talking about.” Two voices bickered, loud enough for me to hear. I ignored them and rested both my hands on my cane. Two young people, maybe in their early twenties, suddenly came from behind me. They stared down at the grave behind Todd's. The young woman placed bright flowers beside the tomb-stone and stood up quickly, holding the man's hand. Her head then rested on his shoulder and she was silently crying.
“Don't worry Wise-Girl. Malcolm will definitely earn Elysium.” Hearing that, I walked slowly towards the two.
“Excuse me.” I say, making them both turn to me.
“I can't help but over hear your silent crying. And who is Malcolm?” The woman had pink puffy cheeks and her eyes were red, filled with tears.
“Malcolm is my brother. Was. H-he died in a war.” I nod understanding her.
“I understand you completely. I lost my best friend in a war back in 1900's. We were both pilots in World War II.” The woman wiped her tears with a small tissue.
“I'm sorry for your loss, Mr..”
“Constantino. John Constantino.” I tell her, smiling warmly, “But crying and mourning for your brother won't make him alive again. I'm sure he would want you to be happy.”
The young woman nodded, still holding the man's hand.
“Thank you sir,” The man says comforting the woman, “By the way my name is Percy Jackson. This is my wife Annabeth. And it's an honour seeing a living and breathing veteran of the World War.”
I smiled at the couple.
“It's my pleasure. Now if you'll excuse me. I have to get back to my Grandson.” I walked away from the couple, walking towards the exit of the cemetery.
“Pa!” Diego yelled, calling after me. “You ready to go?”
I smiled, nodding at him. He walked me towards his car, climbing on to the back seat. He turned on the engine and started to drive.
“Diego?”
“Yes, Pa?”
“Promise that you will take care of your father and mother for me.”
“Course' I will Pa.”
“And your siblings. Make me proud, son.”
He chuckled. “What's with all this mushy talk?” I smiled, my eyes droopy.
“I'm ready to join my best friend.” I saw his eyes widen at the mirror.
“No. PA! You can't!” I slowly closed my eyes, my breathing started to harden. And then suddenly, everything turned black.

Notes

I do not own PJO/HoO

Comments

Inspiring chapter(ch 4)

Fandomsarelife Fandomsarelife
3/19/17

pls update

Protaokper Protaokper
4/11/16

Please update

Please update I love it

that happened to me once or twice