Of Worlds and Meetings
In a world where there was only one sun and countless moons, a young boy about seven years old turned to the pretty girl next to him. She wasn't as pretty as his mum, but he had to admit that she was cute. So with an innocent grin that only a child could manage, he excitedly said, " Hi! My name is Percy. Want to be my friend?"
The girl in question jumped slightly in her seat, her blonde ponytail swaying at the sudden movement. She studied him for a few moments before a tentative smile made its way onto her face. "M-My name is A-Annabeth."
Percy beamed and leaned closer to his new friend. "Can we be best friends?"
She let out a soft giggle at his enthusiasm and nodded, "Best friends."
In a world condemned to eternity to rain, a university student sat in a comfortable chair in the cosy café. There he was, innocently sipping his warm (no longer hot) coffee and typing away at his thesis when he decided to let his eyes wonder around the shop.
Next to him, there was a couple, whispering some sort of love poem while feeding each other pieces of chocolate cake. Percy tried not to shiver at the creepy sight and turned his attention to the other side, when his eyes fell onto the lone woman sitting in the corner. He had to rub his eyes to make sure that it wasn't some kind of hallucination from staring at a bright screen all day.
He felt himself blush at the sight of her. She was pretty, like a model. He couldn't lie about that. Her blonde hair tumbled down her back while she leaned on her arms as she read the thickest book that Percy had ever seen.
He shook his head and forced himself to tear his gaze from her and focus on his work. But he knew it was a lost cause since all he could think about was the beautiful girl who sat three seats away from him. He groaned loudly and his head fell into his hands. Behind him, the rain continued to pour.
Dimensions away, a world was in flames. With raging fires destroying the buildings and the thick, black smoke blanketing the sky, one could barely notice the agonised screams of the dying people. Amongst the debris, a man with rugged hair crawled towards the sprawled figure, who was dressed in different colours. He clutched at his chest, where blood was slowly seeping from, and collapsed next to the woman.
Her blonde hair was soaked in a sickening red colour, and her pale face was smeared in grime. Her gray eyes flickered open and she gave him a half-hearted glare.
"I hate you…" she croaked. Her breath caught in her throat, as her insides threatened to make an appearance.
He gave her a humourless laugh, "I know." But even as he said so, he reached out and brought her closer to him. "I'm sorry."
Her eyes closed and she let out a shuddering sigh, her head in his shoulder, "Don't be."
The pair knew that neither of them would live to see the sunrise tomorrow. But somehow, they felt content.
Meanwhile in a different timeline, the magnificent ship, Argo II, sailed through the dark and dangerous waters. Nobody on the ship wanted to think about the legends and myths about the churning waters they were currently navigating. But down below the creaking floorboards, the Captain peered in through the bars of the prison cell. A young woman glared back, her frail hands gripping at the cold iron bars.
"You have to let me go." She begged, her voice shook as tears threatened to fall from those gray eyes. "I want to go back to my family."
The captain sighed and lowered his head to avoid her piercing gaze, "I cannot do that, ma'am. I'm afraid that it is impossible." His long fingers brushed locks of black hair from his face and gave an apologetic smile, "But I can see what can be done." With that, he turned and strode off with a slight limp. He bit the inside of his cheek as the desperate pleas from the girl turned to screaming and crying.
In a world where the sky seemed to be permanently painted in gray and black, and the city was covered in dark, twisting streets, a young woman was roughly pulled from around the corner. Before she could cry out for help, a hand quickly covered her mouth. She struggled in the hold, kicking wildly.
"Quiet! They might hear you!" the man hissed in her ear. She fought harder. Her yells came out muffled. "Please be quiet! They were stalking you."
It was that last sentence which caught her attention. She froze and attempted to turn her head to face him. When he noticed that she had stopped moving, he slowly removed his hand.
"What?" She shot at him quietly. He ignored her and stuck his head around the corner, searching for something.
"You were being followed. By them." He emphasised. Her heart skipped a beat and stepped slightly closer to the stranger. "No one should be out at this time of night, love." He murmured.
"Oh gods… I could have died tonight…" She breathed.
"Is it all right if I walk you home?" he asked.
She glared at him, but she knew he was right. It was unsafe for anyone to be by themselves. She hated to admit that she would rather be in his company than walk alone. "Fine." She muttered, "But don't even think about touching me."
A breathy laugh escaped his chapped lips and he brought his hands up in surrender, "I wasn't planning on it. My name is Percy, by the way."
They made their way down the narrow street, sticking close together, and staying well away from the shadows.
In another dimension, Annabeth hid in the darkness, her eyes trained on her target. The target could not have been much older than her, but orders were orders. If only he hadn't seen it. If only he hadn't been there to witness it. But he had seen it. And he had to be eliminated. With a heavy heart, she raised her rifle and rested her finger on the trigger.
The boy had thrown his head back in laughter, most likely at a joke that was said by his mother. But unfortunately for him, that was the last thing he was ever going to do.
Her finger pulled the trigger and she closed her eyes. She didn't need to look to know that she had hit her target. The anguished screams from the mother was enough to know that the boy was dead.
Galaxies away, where bright stars were the only thing that one saw in the sky, an 18 year-old Annabeth danced. Her golden hair fell out from the elaborate bun, spilling over her shoulder and down her back. Her arms, adorned in silver bracelets, were held above her, fingers reaching for the pale moon in the sky.
A lone drum sounded and her left foot moved forward, each movement precise and calculated. She twirled, her silk pants flaring, the slit in the side exposing the skin. She stepped backwards, her arms shaking slightly. Another step backwards and then three to the side. She moved with such elegance, that everyone watching was silent, too scared to disturb the dancer. The drummer tapped faster. Not too fast but the audience could feel the energy grow. She spun and jumped and kicked and arched backwards, never seeming to lose confidence or spirit.
With a final leap into the air, she collapsed to the ground, her red scarf floating down besides her. Her audience clapped, a few shouts of approval. A few moments later, she gracefully stood up and bowed. As she looked up again, she caught sight of a man leaning against a pole with an impressed expression. He flashed her a smile, and for some reason, she felt her cheeks heat up. The man with the black hair and green eyes laughed softly and looked away. Annabeth fought off a smile as she walked off, draping the silk over her shoulders.
In a land where hot red sand was all that one could see, a teenage boy trudged up the steps to the villa. His bare feet, so used to the rough grounds, did not complain as he climbed the scorching staircase.
Percy wiped the remains of his tears, having already bid farewell to his mother, and reached the top. He marvelled at the beautiful marble structure, every slab decorated intricately. The white marble floor was so clean, so pure, and it made him self-conscious, just by standing on it. He could see a distorted reflection of himself, standing there with wild black hair, a rough cotton shirt with dark pants and an unreadable expression on his face.
His thoughts were interrupted when someone crashed into his side, causing him to almost lose balance. However, previous experiences had allowed him to quickly regain balance and catch the falling figure.
"Oh my gods. I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! I'm so sorry!" she apologised, bowing quickly.
"Hey it's fine." He murmured. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and her head jerked upwards. For a moment, he was taken aback at the beauty she possessed. Her blonde hair was tied back with a scarf and her wide gray eyes darted back and forth, trying to figure out who he was.
"Um, I'm new here… do you think you can show me to the master?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. She blushed and nodded, muttering out another apology.
As Percy followed the blonde headed girl, he realised that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Just maybe, he could live his destined life as a slave, with that girl around. For the first time that day, he put on a small smile.
In a small world where the stars fell from the sky in a shower of gold dust, a well known thief pouted in the chair. She sat on the small armchair with her arms crossed, glaring dejectedly at the officer in front of her.
"This is all your fault." Officer Jackson groaned. His tone indicated that this was the last place he wanted to be. He pounded his head repeatedly against the metal door, which happened to be the sole reason as to why they were in this predicament.
"No it was yours. You forgot to leave the door open. Not my fault you let it lock behind you." She said with a huff, "We just have to wait for the men to come and find us, and then we can get out." She toyed with the priceless diamond in her gloved hands while she observed the tired man.
"You know they'll catch you one day." He murmured after a while. He had stopped damaging his head and turned around. He leaned against the door and raised an eyebrow at the infamous thief.
"No they won't. You and I both know that." She answered softly. The mask covered her face and her body was shrouded in the shadows, making her almost invisible in the room. When she flashed him a smile, her white teeth glowed in the moonlight, causing him to shudder. The thief smirked.
And in a world where the sky was darkening, a sure sign of a storm, a boy who had gone through a traumatic experience stumbled onto the wooden porch in a daze. His friend slumped across his stomach and Percy stared up at the ceiling fans. His head spinning and aching, he felt footsteps thudding closer to where he lay.
Through his blurred vision, he saw a familiar looking bearded man and a pretty girl with blonde hair which curled like a princess. All he heard before his eyes fluttered close was the sound of her sweet voice saying, "He's the one. He must be."
And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Yes.
The beginning.
AN – Hello Everyone. This is just a series of scenarios that popped into my head. I hope you liked it. I also plan to write longer one shots, so please bear with me. Please tell me if you liked this and comment if you would like one of these scenarios made into a full one shot.
1. "New Student" Scenario
2. "Coffee shop meeting" Scenario
3."Enemies on the battlefield" Scenario
4. "Pirates" Scenario
5. "Stranger, the Saviour" Scenario
6. "Assassin and her Target" Scenario
7. "Dancer" Scenario
8. "Slaves" Scenario
9. "The Thief and the Officer" Scenario
10 "The Perfect World" Scenario