Tick, tock, Luke Castellan.
It's one o'clock,
And the clock sounds the first strike of rebellion.
The string has been cut,
and the hourglass is flipped.
Tickity, tock.
Kronos is calling you and
you're falling into the trap.
What about Annabeth? And Thalia's sacrifice?
Do they mean nothing to you?
Your rebellion and pride is growing,
but you take the quest that seals your decision
and guess what, Luke?
The clock strikes two.
Three, Luke.
First Thalia, then Percy?
The gods break they're promises, don't they?
And while your listening to that new whisper in your head
that belongs to a certain titan of time,
you forget one promise that you made.
Family, Luke. You promised.
Ding, dong, Hermes boy.
It's now three.
(You don't pay attention, though, because you have a lightning bolt to plant, and someone to frame.)
The bells are tolling
one, two, three, four,
And when you saw Annabeth's face when she dragged perfect Perseus back to camp,
your heart broke.
She was betrayed, Luke.
By someone who meant more than a parent,
more than a brother,
and that someone is you.
You poisoned her tree, Luke.
You poisoned her.
Why Luke? Why?
She's not your enemy,
and now Annabeth's in danger and you remember
that it's been five years since Thalia died.
(The clock's chiming five in the distance,
why aren't you turning back while you have the chance?)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
You found two more demigods, Luke.
Two very powerful ones.
You sent the manticore after them,
but they won't feel that whole in your heart.
The girl won't be a Thalia
and the boy is definitely not Annabeth.
Turn back the clock
while you still have the chance.
Because even though your mother is insane,
Thalia hates you,
Annabeth's broken,
Percy's an obstacle,
Bianca is raw,
and Nico's too innocent,
you've still the opportunity chance to say 'I'm sorry'.
But you don't.
That's 5 people you've harmed.
And if you add your name to the list and that makes six.
You've found a crazy, prophesses Morpheus girl named Cassandra
but you ditch her, even though you desperately need recruits because
she dreamt and told you the prophesy of the 7.
That means that your -sorry, Kronos's- army is going to fall
and the Olympians are going to win.
Nothing last forever, Luke.
Annabeth taught you that.
It's seven o'clock.
Get ready for bed, 'cause it's the last time you're going to sleep.
You've got no hope, Luke
and Annabeth's in the maze.
You hope you don't see her
or that she'll join you with Thalia,
but she stays with that Perseus.
Ethan's joined though,
which is one more demigod to his army,
but your 'family' still hates you.
And when Kronos says he needs your body
you know your now too deep.
And now everything is starting to fall apart at 8.
Everything is falling back in place Luke.
You're possessed, though,
and it's getting hard to fight back.
Your shoulder deep in sand
and it's getting hard to breath.
It's 9, Luke.
Bedtime soon.
He taps his scythe on your waist
while you and an escort are slowly climbing up the elevator
and there's only 10 more levels 'til Olympus
but you're still fighting.
You know that Olympus will be your coffin
and that battle armor will be your shroud,
'but you don't tell that to Kronos
'cause the titan will fight harder and you will be diminished.
Eleven, almost 12.
The world is ending, Luke,
at your hand.
And in Annabeth's tears she reminds you of that
promise.
The wind's whispering 11
because that's the number of thrones you saw while the world was spinning
and when everything turned black.
Your now standing at River Lethe and wondering if you want to
lose your life.
You take a deep breath, and then dive.
Your mind is now like a newborn babe's,
but you still remember that
1 stands for rebellion,
2's for lies,
3 represents heroes,
4 stands for betrayal,
5 is for harm,
6 stands lost,
7 is for fate,
8 with mind,
9's golden sand
10's a menace,
and your memory of 11 is just black.
12 stand for many things, though.
12 stands for forgiveness and peace and rebellion against evil.
But you don't remember why.
Just like how you don't know why your memory of eleven is just black.
. . .
Fin.
Happy birthday, Sky!
Was this a bit of a surprise?