Disclaimer: Whatever you might think, I don't own Percy Jackson.
I sheathed the bronze knife I had carried for years; it had been my chosen weapon for too long for me to have felt complete without it. It had always been there, like its giver, strong reassuring, with a strange power radiating from it. Now the giver was gone, not yet from the mortal world, but his soul was lost now. He had chosen the wrong side.
It broke my heart to see how easily he forsook me, the girl he had declared his family, for the bane of the gods and evilness personified, Kronos. He had always told me he would be there for me, had given the oath on the Styx, the most powerful river, the keeper of lost dreams and forsaken vows, that always he would be at my side when I needed him.
I wondered how he could have cursed himself forever (for those who break a vow on the Styx must be rightly punished) for a cause that was poison to the gods' ears and that I knew would fail.
As long as I had known him, he had dependable, a reassuring presence in times of mortal danger. He had always been realistic and his ideals were, to me, to be held higher than all others. He had been my idol.
If I was being truthful to myself, these past two years, his behavior had been more than a little disturbing. Only I had noticed the changes that had been wrought him after his fateful quest, only I had seen the slight sneer that marred his handsome face, not unlike the jagged scar he had received from the dragon, when he was forced to honor the gods.
It had made him look less noble, less the man I had adored for the better part of five years.
For was it not he who had defended me on multiple occasions, at great risk to himself? Was it not he who had captured my heart, rumored to be of stone? Yet, it is also he who betrayed all else I hold dear, for his own selfish greed.
My heart ached at cutting off all ties to the boy who meant so much to me. I unsheathed my knife, prepared to toss it into the river, his first gift and my dearest possession. At the end of the swing, my nerve failed me. I could not, would never be able to forsake my first true family.
I promised myself I would force him to come back, and perhaps have him declare his deeply buried attraction for my person while I was at it.
If I could not, it would be my hand that severed the life force from his body.
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I don't know where this came from, but I just felt like writing it. If you don't know who the two people in the fic are, you probably need to refresh your knowledge on Percy Jackson.
Read and Review! I'm not sure if you guys will like it. This is really different from my regular writing.
-Lily
