I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Nor do I wish to considering the fact that I might have screwed it up. Rick Riordan is doing a wonderful job all his own.
Alright, hey guys! I may not be a big fan of Percy Jackson and the Olympians like the rest of you guys, but I recently saw the Sea of Monsters and loved it enough to make this fic. Hope you enjoy it!
Blonde hair flowing
Long and gold
Grey eyes shining
With wisdom of old
Dark hair falling
Over skin of white
With the body of a warrior
To win the fight
Love lost long ago
Torn apart by fury
To be together again
Hatred they will bury
A flash of lightning cut across the blackness and was washed away by a tidal wave
One mission as always
Shall change their fate
The warrior to confess
Before it is too late
Death is on the doorstep
The knock is loud
Do not attempt to be strong
Or make someone proud
Confess to emotion before she is gone
Or the cycle will continue to go on
A sword's slash cut through the darkness this time to be clashed against a shield.
The children of the warriors
Reunited at last
Coming together for the first time
Since a long bloody past
Peace between the pair
Arms entwined
And the two children will be together
Until the end of time
Percy shot up in his bed at Camp Half-Blood. Glancing around the cabin, he saw Tyson snoozing peacefully across the aisle. Riptide's wielder huffed and ran a hand through his hair. Why do I have to fulfill so many prophecies? He wondered, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Standing up and stretching, Percy slid into a shirt and made his way out into the camp, glancing all around. Making his way to the lake, the demigod settled onto the wood of the pier and thought over the poem that had played within his head.
Blonde hair… grey eyes… well, that is obvious. Must be Annabeth. Dark hair and white skin is obviously me. But what are the two of us supposed to do? And why do the prophecies never mention Grover? Whatever, back on track. Body of a warrior… to win what fight, though? And I know I've bulked up, but I wouldn't exactly say I'm a warrior. Maybe it's further in the future so I'll have beaten Clarisse by then? 'Love lost long ago', but what love? I don't understand that. And how could fury have torn it apart? Maybe it's referring to the gods? They seem to have no quarrels with expressing their hatred of each other, so maybe we're going to make peace among them?
Percy sighed in agitation, hating it when the gods sent him a prophecy or the Fates sent it or whoever. They were always so cryptic for no apparent reason. Deciding to put this aside for right now, he continued on toward the next stanza of the poem.
We're going to have a quest, like we always somehow manage to do. But change our fate? What fate? And warrior to confess what? What do I need to tell Annabeth? Or maybe, since she's more of a warrior than I am, she needs to confess something to me? But what's up with that death on the doorstep part? I don't like the sound of that. If one of us is going to die, I'm going to fight this quest every step of the way until I figure out which one of us. Wait… 'Confess the emotion before she is gone…' That must mean it's going to Annabeth who's dying. Which means I'm not going on this quest at all. I'm not going to lead my best friend to her death.
The son of Poseidon shook his head to try clearing it and sighed. Even though I'm touching the water, figuring this stuff out is still tricky. Setting his jaw in concentration, Percy went on to the last and shortest stanza, wondering what it could mean.
Children of the warriors… well, I didn't know my dad was the warrior type, but I suppose that works. He is one of the Big Three after all. But coming together makes no sense. We've known each other for a long time already, it couldn't possibly mean that we're together for the first time unless… dating, maybe? Percy grinned at this prospect before getting his mind back on track. Everything after that is pretty much cleared up. Arms entwined, peace, together forever… pretty standard stuff. Alright, sounds easy enough, but I have to figure out what I need to confess before I go on this stupid quest.
Heading back to his cabin, Percy slid underneath of the blanket and stared up at the wooden ceiling, wondering if this quest would really be worth it since the world wasn't at stake. Or at least the prophect didn't mention the world being at stake again. Either way, he would have to think it over in the morning. Rolling onto his side, the son of Poseidon closed his eyes and drifted back into slumber, his dreams not plagued by the prophecy again that night.
Yes, I wrote the poem myself. Any poetry in my writing, I wrote myself... I kinda cheated in Heroine's Sadie Hawkins Dance though. I used one half of my poem and one half of someone else's but I still wrote it. Anyway, drop me a review and tell me what you think. Tell me if you like it and all that jazz. Thanks!