No Matter Where You Go [PJO Oneshot]
He hasn't seen his father in years, but as he stretches, bends to pick up a shell with the seasound near his feet, surrounding him, the oceanic green eyes crinkle slightly, the smile and the calm before the storm in the way the past hero holds himself. I could've been a god, once, he tells himself. For a girl I fell into and out of, throughout and beside for love with, grey eyes and rivalry of temper that made it all the more irresistible. The woman who waits in Elysium forever, or perhaps she has chosen herself into another soul in this world of mortals and monsters.
He is alone, they think, they tell him.
He knows better though. The sea-son absently kicks at shale and crisped edges of a long-forgotten time his father probably knew. Not even gods, though, know everything. The smooth of glossed-over ocean is an old friend, longer than he has lived, in his auburn-cursed blood. When he had been young and naive, he'd thought we all bled red, equal and metallic. No, now he knows, much more and even that a sliver of a covered museum's eclipse. Black and blue, chartreused red, golden-shining ichorous echoes of evergreen youth, and his own auburn-cursed.
Looking at the sea, a half-smile at forever, because water is universally unchanging, the savior of the ornate palace that now frequents over Hong Kong looks at his father incarnate in the elements.
Slowly and with the calm surety of a master, he lifts the bronzed sword fashioned from a mother's power, given by a star in the myriad array above him, and sinks it into the small of his back.
The figure crumples to the wet sand.
'Goodbye.'
The true slayer of Kronos is no more.
...I don't even know what this is O.O It popped into my head when I was randomly in the car, and I typed it up in my phone's Notes, and am just uploading it now xD