Bianca di Angelo didn't know. She didn't know putting herself in this dangerous world of mythology could lead to this.
How could one know, that so shortly after joining a new life, death could meet you so quickly?
Or perhaps everyone saw it. Maybe everyone had foretold it except Bianca herself. Was it so obvious that it could deem her foolish?
No. No, it was not. They would have told her, wouldn't they? Because they were her friends. Right? Phoebe, Zoe, Percy...they would have told me if they foresaw it.
Yet Bianca nearly always felt regretful down in Hades' realm, wandering among the dead. A twinge of longing pierced her heart, where she longed to be above. In the world of the living.
Occasionally she would watch her friends, her former companions from the quest. She watched them rejoice as the war at last drew to an end. She contemplated their feelings as emotions shot up high. She gazed wistfully at their fortune. Their fortune of being a living demigod.
Indeed it was a fortune, Bianca thought. Of course, she individually had such a minimum experience of it, so she could easily be mistaken. But really, it was quite an honor to be so close to gods people admired, who normal beings didn't know still existed. And one has to admit, if you had it, it wouldn't be given up as easily as some would think.
It's a metaphor for the key to friendship. Even if she was mad, infuriated, oh so frustrated, she knew she could never, ever, be dissatisfied, nor hate, any of her friends. At least, anybody who she believed to hold her trust and friendship in. Sincerely...just true. Not someone who reigned her for dominance, not one who is practically deficient, and most definitely someone who simply befriends her for their own benefit. A friend, a friend is someone who cares for you, and you return their concerns for them as well.
Maybe one wouldn't die for them, though extremely close friends, like Bianca and her own, might. Because they were just like that. Many demigods possessed the loyalty...yet many didn't.
Those who did, however, were rewarded. Not literally (though, for some, it may happen), but internally, figuratively. Care, happiness, love. Some would die for that. The main conflict is they do not know how to obtain it. And Bianca had utmost pity for them, for building friendship can be more difficult than the intricate steps of life itself. Because friendship, just like trust and love, is so complicated to retrieve, and so simple to lose.
So how could a being mantain confidence in knowing if someone was trustworthy?
How could one know they were making the correct choice?
How could they know what path to choose?
Bianca sighed, the scrap of wistfulness growing, expanding, like a balloon being inflated. But this time, it was mixed with hunger as well. Hunger, not directed to being alive, but a yearning for an answer. A real answer that may help the world be a more convenient place. A place, where someone wouldn't be torn from loyalties, where one wouldn't be separated from others by death, where pain, internal and external, was non-existent.
But if all was simply a shining utopia, it wouldn't be the haven many knew and loved, now would it?
A/N: ...
That wan't exactly...completely coherent.
Oh well. Extremely short, yes. I was bored, and this was a "right-on-the-spot" idea.
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~Dove's Wing