#just imagine him with old greek clothes and winged helmet and sandals XD

[istoleapolloscattle]

Fighting To The End || Annabeth || AU || aboulevardofbrokenpromises

Hermes flexed his back, couldn't help but groan from the pain. He didn't like to feel that; hurt, aching all over. And usually, a god couldn't experience such things. But thanks to recent events, and those events being war in every part of the country... The messenger god was tired. Not only delivering messages to basically everyone, he has to fight as well. And as much as he loved his family... His breaking point was near.

Trying to be positive, he sighed deeply then magically made a pole with truce flag appeared out of nowhere. The sign of Olympus was shining up top, beautiful golden 'Omega' on a pristine white background. He hoped this would be enough for him to enter the enemy's camp. And as he teleported himself to that place with all of his glorious attire, he tilted his chin up, trying to be brave though his mind was thinking otherwise. The messenger needed to speak with a key person, one that could change the course of fate or actually make it happen, no matter how bad it would be.

"I came in peace. I need to speak... with Annabeth Chase. Alone."