Author's Note: The soundtrack of life is the sweet silent melody playing in the background every step you take.
Ahh, I love that line.
If you're wondering, yes, I made it up myself. In fact, I liked it so much that I decided to use it as inspiration for writing a whole new series. This is a series of oneshots (bittersweet, angst-y, fluffy, all that jazz...) with multiple pairings (Percabeth, Thuke...). Each oneshot is inspired by a song, hence the title: The Soundtrack of Life.
Explantation: Since every oneshot is inspired by a song, I will have a quote or line from that particular song at the beginning of the story. Some of the lyrics are what inspired me in the first place, some just relate to the topic of the oneshot really well, and some are kind of random, but relate to the particular character I'm writing about.
Confused yet?
Okay, well along with that, I was so excited about this that I started to get creative. Haha, so every chapter/oneshot is listed as a "track", since this is The Sound"track"of Life. And the "artist" is the main character in the oneshot. You with me?
Okay, that's all for now! Happy Reading!
The Soundtrack of Life
by: dancechick307
Track 1: Let There Be Light
Artist: Percy Jackson
When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.
-It Ends Tonight, All-American Rejects
He's restless.
His heart. It's pounding, threatening to burst out of his chest any moment, beating out it's own rhythmic pattern, drowning in a heavy tone, and sending an ache that reaches his toes.
His legs. They're trembling, unable to hold his weight up anymore, quivering violently, ready to give out as soon as a hard enough gust of wind is thrown against them.
His mind. It's wandering, swimming in memories, never settling on a specific thought for too long, racing ahead quickly, determined not to let a dooming truth catch up to it, and trying to find an ounce of peace somewhere to stay.
He looks up at the sky. It's covered in a thick blanket of big black clouds threatening to pour down rain. Flashes of lightning spark through the clouds so quickly that you'd miss them in the blink of an eye. The loud booming thunder seems to be sending a warning – or is it a signal?
The sea violently thrashes against the sand. The once-bright-blue water now has turned into a deadly gray as though it's been poisoned.
The wind lashes out. It whips at the bark of trees, ready to tear them from their roots. It strikes against his face sending a series of chills down his back. It makes an audible hiss as it twirls itself around buildings and houses and stirs up the ocean.
The world is at war.
There is trouble brewing.
And he is the one destined to stop it.
His hand comes down onto the sand hard. He curls it into a fist, squeezing the sand in between his fingers. He shuts his eyes and his heart swells up in sadness. At times like these, the only thing he feels like doing is walking into the water and letting the depths of the ocean swallow him whole, so he could not resurface and the fate of the world would no longer be at his fingertips.
He didn't ask for this.
Wouldn't it be easier - so much easier - to just give up? To raise that white flag. To allow the bad to stain the white until it completely transformed, leaving nothing but darkness behind.
Yes, it would be. But, no, he couldn't. He couldn't just give up.
Not for his mother who is waiting on the sidelines for him, cheering him on, chanting his name louder than anyone else.
Not for a special satyr he knows, who is willing to travel to the Underworld, run into a twisting twining maze, and put up with a big scary one-eyed monster if it means being there for his best friend.
Not for Chiron, his teacher, the advice-giver, the one who seems to have all the answers, the one who has taught him everything and told him countless times that he will be the hero everyone expects him to.
Not for his brother, his blood-kin, the big, loving and very strong Cyclops, Tyson.
Not even for his father, who claimed him, who truly cares, who watches carefully from the shadows every single step along the way.
Not for his friends at camp. Not for humankind.
Not for the fair-haired girl who means the world to him.
No, he will not give up. He will stand strong. He will stand against all odds. He will rise up, tall and mighty, and give this battle his best hit. He will stand til the end on the good side, the light side, the side that represents the world.
And he will win. He will strike like no one has ever seen. His strength will put Hercules to shame and his bravery will make Achilles fear. And he would do this for Olympia, for the world, for – for her.
For her, who makes his world spin round.
For her, who makes his heart skip a beat.
For her, who makes his mind cloudy with one smile.
For her, he will defeat the ones who threaten to destroy their world and stand in between her and harm's way.
And when the time comes, when the darkness takes its final strike, when the entire state of the world is rocking on edge, when many have already died in battle, he will conquer the dark and bring back the light and allow peace to ring from every corner, if only for a moment.
Author's Note: Ta-da! What do you think? It was kind of short, I know, but I'm pretty happy with it...
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