alternate title - these make humanity
characters - original characters, harpalyce "pallas" jackson, grover underwood, annabeth chase, silena beauregard, lee fletcher
an - this is going to be a remake of my story these make humanity, which is a short, unfinished collection of one-shots in non chronological order. so I'm going to be finishing that collection in this story - which a few changes. everything you recognize belongs to rick riordan.
"do you think i go down willingly?
she pushed, i pulled;
the ocean pulled, too, that savage mother,
and i
pushed–
for the surface,
for my life,
for the light,
the
light.
my mother never told me how strong her kind was, or how
terrifyingly, monstrously beautiful.
(like the sea that spawned her, like the sea, the sea)
and my father, well, he never taught me much,
before the sea swallowed him too.
(son, be careful of the currents, they are
deceitful, he told me, but not much else.
no time for anything else. the sea
devoured him whole, ate him hungrily,
like the whale and the prophet.)
you thought it was love at first sight,
that we were lovers. how terribly poetic of you
and
how
ridiculously
naive.
she dragged me down and i fought for my life,
fought tooth and nail and claw,
but her hunger was stronger than mine.
she was the ocean, unrelenting,
and she broke me into pieces on the shoreline.
i've drowned
in the cathedral of blue,
a sacrifice to the soul of the ocean,
and all you can say was
even
lovers
drown. that
we'll drown
those
we
love (in our selfishness, our hunger).
we were not lovers.
i did not love my murderer.
you misunderstand;
this is not
a
love
story.
she tasted
like foul air
rotting fishes
and unholiness
when she kissed me.
i know
i
was going
to
die.
the ocean takes no prisoners,
know no love.
son, the currents are deceitful,
my dead father has said,
before it took him
like
it
took
me."
- darling dead boy, who had been
swimming before the mermaid
claimed him as her own (s.p.)
Reality, it turns out, is not often what you perceive it to be - sometimes, there really is someone out to get you.
Pallas fights a daily battle to figure out the difference between reality and delusion. Armed with a take-no-prisoners attitude, her camera, a Magic 8-Ball, and her only ally, Pallas wages a war against her schizophrenia, determined to stay sane long enough to get through the new school year. She's pretty optimistic about her chances until classes begin, and she runs into an old imaginary friend.
(Didn't she imagine him?)
Before she knows it, Pallas is making friends, figuring out the truth, and experiencing all the usual rites of passage for demigods. But Pallas is used to being crazy. She's not prepared for normal. Even if it's the sort of "normal" for demigods.
She knows something is going to happen. And soon.
You really aren't all that helpful.
It is decidedly so
Glad we're on the same page.