Yes! I am finally ridden of this evil Type two error! I hope it stays like that! Anyway, I decided on a new story to celebrate!
The wind holds secrets. It always has, and it always will. You must never trust it though, for once you have told your secret to it, it echos it onto others, and then it carries yourself to ruin. (Inspired by "Secret" by the Pierces.)
Silena POV:
Oh my gods! This traitor thing is killing me! It's one of the worst things I ever had to do. I have to lie to my friends daily and I believe I'm becoming suspicious. Everyone looks at me funny whenever I stutter or mess up and say something that's not usually said like, Lord Cronos or mention Luke.
I need to let out some of this pressure and tell someone. But Who?
Definitely Not any of my cabin mates. I mean, they're great and all, but they can't keep a secret over their dead bodies. Perhaps a non-living object. Perhaps somethings with no mouth yet ears. Perhaps...
The wind.
I walked deep into the woods, being sure to make sure no one followed. A half a hour later, I came across a wild field with no naiads, dryads, or people nearby.
I sat down on the soft, flower covered, ground and closed my eyes. I felt the breeze blow my hair around and focused on it. "Wind," I whispered, "I have a secret I must tell you. Can you swear on the River Styx you'll keep it?"
She listened for several minutes, and pretended the wind answered back to her. "Okay," she began, "You see, years ago, I met Luke. He said he was on a quest for a golden apple. I questioned him about that and he told me to keep my eyes open for crippled friends. I soon learned about the whole greek gods concept and that saytrs pretend to be crippled. Then, 2 years later, Luke told me that a new camper would soon stumble upon camp and the young half-blood would be very powerful. That half-blood was Percy, the brave, young, amazing hero."
I started tearing up. It was hard to tell about this topic, but it did feel good.
"Luke, before his treachery was revealed, came to me one night, and brought me to the top of Half-Blood Hill. He gave me this locket." Out of her pocket, she produced a golden locket with a curved scythe printed onto the front. On the back, it said, 'A forever servant of the Lord of Time.' The locket itself was beautiful, but the meaning was uglier than Medusa herself.
"He said together, we could save more lives!" she was now weeping, "and now that I have allowed this evil Lord to use me, I'm putting myself, and everyone I love at risk!"
she composed herself, and then said, "I'm a traitor. A secret keeper. An enemy to those I love. I can't just keep living a lie like this forever. I may even kill poor Charlie with my actions!" she wiped the tears from her face and stood up, happy that she was able to let some of her feelings out, even though it didn't help the problem at hand one bit.
"Keep my secret." she spoke to the wind once more and turned her back on it. She walked quietly through the trees the way back to camp, yet she could almost hear the wind speaking to her, telling her how foolish she was.
But the one thing that worried her the most was the fact that she could have sworn she had heard the wind chant a mysterious rhyme, and that it did.
Got a secret
Can you keep it
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it
In your pocket
taking this one to the grave
If I show you what I know you won't tell what I said
Cause two can't keep a secret if
One of them is dead
Soooooooooooo, did you like it? Hate it? Let me knowif there is anything about it that doesn't please you. My only hope is for you to enjoy it.
- braveryx11 ;)
