~Welcome to the Masquerade~
Annabeth Chase walked into the enormous throne room that crowned mount Olympus. Months of work and careful planning had made the throne room what it was, after Luke, Kronos, and Percy had battled in there only one year ago. One year, one year since Luke died, one year since Percy had become next to invincible, one year since Kronos had been stopped and the world, saved. One year since Luke sacrificed himself for the world, and he would only ever be known as the traitor who started it all. The ball was a masquerade, she supposed it was supposed to be some kind of metaphor, but it just depressing, not knowing who the people around her were.
She walked slowly to the dance floor; the only good part was that no one knew who everyone else was, so if she embarrassed herself while dancing, no one would know it was her.
She danced alone for what seemed like forever, the room was filled with women in gowns and men in suits everyone had a mask covering their face. And the effect was rather terrifying, she thought to herself. The room itself was beautifully decorated with gold and white steamers hanging loosely from the walls and wrapping like vines around the pillars of the throne room. There was a fountain made of pure white marble, veined with gold in the center of the room and the floor was a soft, warm shade of gold, and Annabeth realized with a start, the colors shifted, changing from gold to gold pink to white and gold.
She had donned a silver dress with a mask, covering only her eyes, of white decorated with intricate silver filigree.
She was standing uncomfortably next to the fountain when a young man in a pale white suit with a light blue full-face mask came over to her and asked her to dance. She accepted not knowing what else to do.
They walked to the middle of the floor together and began to dance, it was a waltz and the music flowed around them in soft, haunting notes.
She looked at the stranger trying to figure out what was so familiar about him, was it the coy smile, partially hidden by the mask, or was it the soft blue eyes that looked at her as if he had known her all her life. Or, maybe she just wanted to believe there was something familiar about him because she felt so alone.
They danced for what felt like a lifetime, but when the song ended the young man bowed low and smiled at her, with that fey smile that made her blush down to the roots of her hair. He leaned in close and she thought he was going to kiss her, but he simply whispered, "let him go," then turned and walked away through the dense crowd of masked figures.
The room blurred around her and she tried to look for him to ask what he meant, but there was no stranger in a blue suit, with a white mask, only hundreds of unfamiliar faces. She sighed softly, she knew what he meant now, and the silent acceptance that filled her heart partially replaced the hole he had once filled.
Luke Castilian looked up at the lord of the dead, silent thanks shone in his sky blue eyes.
~end~
i know it's kind of morbid but i was bored
Please read and reveiw XD