Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. Might be kind of sad.
Summary: Years into the future, when the mortals worship gods once again, there is a mistake. One of the Olympians has been forgotten, she has been left alone to fend herself. The mortals no longer know her. Why? She has not faded. She has not died. She was simply forgotten. You could it was a mistake, but she didn't think so. People thought of her as cold, and distant. She was neither, she had been afraid. Afraid of being hurt. You did not know her true self when you judged her. That had never been her true self. Her true self was locked away. She had left thinking that no one knew who she was. A free-verse poem about her.
Athena's POV:
You will not know me,
Search online I am not there.
Deep inside your mind I will be there,
Alive, waiting for you to see me.
Years ago I was powerful, much more powerful.
But now, I am reduced to only my titles.
I have left my throne, being trapped by Kronos for years,
No one ever knew.
Now I know why, when I'm finally free;
Kronos had shown them a hologram of someone cold and distant.
I had spent days crying.
Why had they always thought that I was cold,
Or distant?
I tried to block all,
My life had been complicated,
I didn't want anymore drama in my life.
No one had known, up to the day I left.
The closest were Artemis and Persephone.
Underneath all my masks,
I hated,
I loved,
I lived.
Now, no one has remembered me.
I may have loved Poseidon,
I may have hated my father,
I may have died from emotion when Pan,
The first god to know who I truly was,
Died.
No one knew.
Pan had died, taking all of our secrets with him.
Now I roam the cities,
With the same personality,
Except with my true self.
In a way it was like Percy.
He had lived, and died,
Along with Annabeth,
They lived a long life,
Full of ups and downs.
But they had each other,
I had no one.
Not one god had tried to get to know me,
They thought they knew me,
Though, they didn't.
The mortals take no notice of me.
It's like I'm one of them.
I still have the mist,
The mortals might be clear-sighted,
But I have never changed.
I heard that Olympus has left,
Off to Greece,
While I'm left, roaming NYC,
You never knew me.
I never lived to you.
You have heard my opinion,
That will hopefully change within the next few years.
I have seen mortals moving on when others die,
Your heart can be mended.
But my heart, my immortal heart,
Will live on, never seeing my loved ones again,
Same body or not.
I can not go back to Olympus,
They have most likely forgotten me,
I am probably nothing but a memory they can never catch.
Maybe in this city,
I will change,
For better or worse,
I must try to forget and move on,
Hopefully to think of myself as mortal,
Like milliena ago, with Pallas.
Thinking back, I had been foolish to kill her,
I was jealous when I turned Medusa into a monster,
Now, I will try and fit in.
You can forget me and this poem,
I have left it online,
Inspiring an author to write this down,
Years before this happens.
In my dimension of the world,
The world will never change,
But I can.
For better or worse.
A few years later,
I will head back to my old life,
What ever it was,
I have forgotten,
I have watched people die,
Watched my friends die,
Yet I am still young.
What has happened?
You have forgotten. A voice tells me,
But what?,
I cry out.
I have left something out,
There are thirteen gods back in Greece,
Where they first lived.
I feel like I missed someone,
But who?,
I wonder.
Once again, I have learned,
Who I am,
And what I wish to do.
I will head back home,
They can forget me,
But if they remember me,
I hope to not make that mistake once again.
Remind me,
Mortals,
I am not one.
Reading this again,
Maybe if I'm down,
I can learn from you,
I was twice among you,
I hope not thrice.
I hope that one day,
You will all know me.
Goodbye, mortals,
It is time to return to Olympus.
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