The cold wind fluttered softly. He stared out at the ocean with eyes that were empty and cold. His life wasn't easy. Weird things had happened in his life and he was abused by his first step-father. It wasn't really that horrible. As long as the man didn't touch his mother then he didn't care. His mother never found out since he didn't want her to worry.
After the man disappeared, life wasn't really easier. Monsters attacked and things got worse. He was a mere 15 year old. He shouldn't have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew how carrying the sky was. After all, there was a reminder in his hair. That was how it felt like. The weight of the sky times 5. He was being crushed.
It was in his hands to save Olympus and the world. It was in his hands to lead an army.
He was filled with doubt. Who wouldn't? This was a huge change for him. From believing he was a nobody to having that burden- though it's not a burden yet it had the weight one.
He had been betrayed. He had been used. Everyone looked at him with pride yet they never seen him like this.
He felt like he was suffocating.
It was during dinner and he had kept the smile on for gods know how long. He wanted to scream for help. He wanted to leave this for the gods to deal with. He just wanted out.
After dinner, he gave a few brief nods and smiles before coming and sitting on the sand. He watched the dark gray waters as he thought back to the island. There was where he could have stayed for eternity with no worries but he couldn't leave his friends.
Loyalty was his fatal flaw. He was prepared for his fate. If his end of the deal was at the end of a sword, so be it. As long as they had won and he would be in peace. He didn't care anymore.
Just so long as they see his smile and not the pain. As long as they were safe, he would sacrifice himself.
His loyalty lies in his heart.
A heart's a heavy burden.
Loyalty was a heavy burden.
He could show anyone his pain. His grief.
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
He was going to respect that but he could help but feel upset.
He heard a voice call out to him. He took a second as his eyes became filled with life that was just a mask until he pulled himself together.
He sighed and left with a final thought.
His life was a heavy burden on himself.
Well, this is set after BoTL.
Sorry if it's too OOC but I really don't care about it. It's my thoughts on how Percy felt of the Great Prophecy.
It's going to be a one shot since I have stories that I'm working on but I might consider turning it into a story.
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