Hey so it's like one in the morning and I was like, 'Freakin' Hades I'm bored…fanfiction!' …good times good times. So I thought 'write a one-shot Rou, see what comes out'…sorry if it is rubbish once again and I repeat its one in the morning.
Don't own PJO...obvious?
Sometimes I wonder why I bothered. The pain I have felt through my whole life…was it worth it? I don't think so. Everyone I loved left me. My only hope I thought I had was my mother; but even she let me die.
Could it be fate?
Fate…no. The Fates? I know it was.
They have always known. My mother has always known.
She left me to my fate. It was probably the worst thing she had ever done to me…
But also the best.
She had let me figure it out for myself. I hope…I think I made the right choice.
How was I meant to know?
I would never know.
Pain continued to course through my body, but it would stop soon. It always stops.
No matter what the pain always goes away.
One shard was all it took.
One weight to tip the balance.
An eye for an eye as it is said.
I prayed silently in my head while I waited.
'Nemesis, goddess of justice, balance…mom. I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for my opportunity to tip the scales. Be the one who made a difference. I hope I made a choice you can be proud of.'
My mom's smiling face came into my sight, I wanted to cry.
'You did well my child,' she said, 'no matter what anyone may say, you were never a traitor. True to your heart till the end. This was always your journey, your job. You were…are the weight. The one. You always were…I love you. I am sorry for any harshness you may have felt. Percy and Annabeth were right. Chaos is not balance. Love and hope are needed to function.' She started crying, 'You are a hero. You always will be. You will go to Elysium. If I have to kill Hades myself to get you there, I will.'
That was my mother. The balance, justice. She holds the scales. She brings the people just what they deserve.
'Thank you mother.' I thought.
When I next awoke I was on a ferry in a dark abyss that I recognise from one of my journeys as the underworld.
Charon's ferry.
I felt queasy, my clothes turned to grey robes.
Strangely I didn't feel alone. I had my mother.
I stood before the judges.
I could hear the screams of tortured souls far away. My mother was still with me.
Judgement was passed.
"Elysium!" One of the souls announced and stamped an envelope and I was escorted out of the judges pavilion into a small que into Elysium.
'Enjoy, my darling.' My mother whispered in my mind.
I looked around.
I saw the fields of punishment. All the troubled souls.
The fields of asphodel, all the sad depressed faces.
Then Elysium. The people that were happy. Glad. Smiling.
This was were my mother wanted me to be.
Of all the names my mother has, I would call her Karma.
She will give the balance and if you tip it she will kick you back in line.
I heard a small chuckle behind me.
I turned to see my mother smiling happily at me.
She had heard my thoughts.
Karma…amazing.
SOOOOOOOO waddya think? Reviews please. Flamers welcome. Diddya guess who it was? NO? Silly people! SOOOOO OBVIOUS! Lol, you guys are too smart for that. :-DDD WELL…to bed.
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