HULLO PEEPS, AM BAAAAACK! This story is called The Light's Peacekeeper, as you can see just above here, and I fully know that you people aren't blind, you're reading this duh. So this is a sequel to my previous story Assassin of the Dark ;D
Yeah, I think this story will be shorter than the last- NO. I DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. Maybe not, maybe :)
Well, here's your... whatever you call it.
SEQUEL PROLOGUE! WOOOO. Hope you like it~
Warning: !SINGLE CURSE WORD COMING!
Chapter 1
She didn't care if her Mother could here this or not; she'll say this:
F*ck.
She hated her life. She doesn't swear, no- to the Fates, maybe- but she couldn't stop herself. The Fates loved messing with her life. But still, another thought was settled in her mind for as long as she can remember. Her fellow campers who fought in the Field of Mars haven't come back yet, meaning: she has been thinking not too long. But it felt like hours, days, weeks, months. It still lingers.
My fault…
That was her only thought as she wandered aimlessly around the place she once called home.
Her now destroyed; burnt; broken home.
She stared at a picnic bench forlornly, reminiscing their first kiss as a couple. It was badly burnt; a small piece of wood with a nail sticking out of it bluntly was all left of the poor table they once used to eat on with different kinds of delicious food, like bacon, blue waffles, ham sandwiches, blue pancakes, Coca-Cola, blue cherry coke; blue, blue, blue. All of it blue, nothing left but a sharp, glassy piece of broken plate and a goblet with a long crack on the side. It was destroyed by both of their sides in the war.
Just like their relationship. He didn't destroy it alone. She had a part too. Both of them had their faults. But she blamed all of it on herself. She started it. So she blames herself. Hugging herself miserably out of self-pity, she thought back to what he had said.
She liked me; I liked her back. I was going to propose to you. And then you betrayed me. And her. And you made me suffer. This is just payback time, Annabeth. Vengeance.
It did not need a long time to decipher. Easy said, easy meaning. Long meanings behind short sentences. She understood all perfectly: her mother liked him. She did too. And he liked both of them back. He was being fair, but they were not. Then he had vengeance. And all of that depressing things. They wouldn't allow that. But he didn't listen. He continued, and as a result; all of these: destroyed by him.
Well, not literally by him, but still. She couldn't wrap her finger around what he just did- destroyed their relationship, and his home. Where he first discovered that he was one special kid, where he learned to defend himself, where he did quests with her, where he met her…
Her, who caused more pain more than all his friends combined.
She fell to her knees and cried, still staring at the burnt piece of wood. It all started when she did the wrong choice. Believe it or not, daughters of Athena could also make mistakes. She said one small word, but it turned out to be one big mistake.
From one 'yes', she not only caused him so much pain, but also her dear Mother- who she just saw suffering in front of her face, some of her Uncles and Aunts, especially her Grandfather, Granduncle, and some of her Grandaunts. At first, she didn't know where they were taken, or what was happening to them; she told herself that she probably wouldn't want to know.
Before she Iris-messaged her Mother, she didn't know.
It was too painful, knowing that you caused it all. Even if she had no love for her Grand-step-mom, it still hurts.
Because of so much crying, she didn't notice the figure looming over her like a shadow. And speaking of which, it didn't cast one. Although it didn't, it was hard not to notice because of the brightness, but since it was too much she couldn't look. The figure seemed to understand and the light dimmed a little for her to see. There, she saw him.
It was a tall man wearing all white; white suit, white shoes, and has whitish blond hair. His eyes were glowing- just glowing softly, like pure white light. She blinked. This could be a monster, but she didn't care. It's better to die when you lost your loved ones worse than death.
Just like what happened to Luke, she thought bitterly. And Thalia. And- and him.
"Stand up, Annabeth Chase," the man said gently. She obeyed, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. She stood still and patiently, as if waiting, but not really having any intention to move from her place.
The man's expression was grim, like he was also grieving with her. "You need to get over it," he said slowly and carefully, as if Annabeth were fragile and will break down when he said one violent word. "Crying will not do anything."
Annabeth knew that, of course. But she lost her hope to do something. Her inspiration. And with losing those, comes losing her own purpose.
"You're right," she agreed, staring blankly straight ahead. "Just kill me."
The man didn't look surprised at this request; he only regarded her with a look of sympathy and confusion. "Why should I?"
"I have nothing to live for," she answered, not bothering to show any emotions. "I have no Mother, no best friend, no lover, no hope." She looked away to the sea, the sun rising from the horizon into the rufous colored sky. "No purpose."
"No purpose, you say?" He turned to the horizon. "The sun is rising. The rising sun often relays the rise of a new day. A new hope. A new life." He turned back to her, then smiled. "If I would give you a new purpose, would you want to live?"
She stared at the surviving campers in the distance, desperately trying to rebuild their home after the massive damage the recent war had brought upon it. She tried to process the words. Truly, these things shouldn't be in difficulty for a daughter of Athena, like her. But it's not this time. The words were simple- even a child could understand it- but what she was struggling about was the meaning. A simple statement- a simple question, yet very hard to comprehend. She hated that.
A new purpose… A new life. The words kept echoing in her head. That sounded so good, but what to do? She had already made a decision, but due to the past events, she was now pessimistic; a jumping-to-conclusions kind of person; afraid to make a small decision, or utter the single syllable words, afraid that it might hurt her once again, reopening the fresh wound.
She thought of all the possibilities. When you say that word, there's no turning back.
This man might be telling the truth. This man might give her a new purpose. This guy might give her help in order to restore things to their rightful places. But this man could also lie- many people do. Yes, she will get a new life- but this man may mean a new life in the Underworld. This man might also use her, just like what the enemies did to Percy- even if he said it didn't go like that. She sighed in verdict.
Building up all the courage she could muster; mostly built up of hope and determination to get him back- back to her arms; get her mother back- back with her perfectly safe, she decided confidently, her voice never quavering.
"Yes."
AHAHA. Question: Who is this man? Find out next chapter!
Okay. Sorry it's short but... Review! Tell me what you think! Thanks!