Hey kids! It's Abby! I'm doing a rereading marathon before BOO, and I'm going through and writing down drabble ideas. Here's the first one...Remember that all of these have a possibility of being continued. I'm not quite sure of the meaning of drabble, but I think it's under 1,000 words, so I'll try and stick to that. I love you guys!
-Abby
Dedicated to 8EternallyMortal8, because I have yet to read the new 9,000 word story that popped up in my inbox yesterday! I'm working on it, love! Promise!
Riptide Remembers
"I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword." (Riordan, 2005, p. 13)
Remembering blue light. Not a blue blue, but a green blue. Water. Hands, calloused, rough, constantly working, moving, using. Then darkness. Years and years of darkness. Different hands. Not right.
And a pull. So strong, so constant. Wanted to go back. Back to the blue green light and the water, the golden skin and green eyes, and ink hair.
More years. Hundreds, thousands. 2,316 years (remembered greengreengreen complaining about wrong years) 2, 316 years, 8 months, seven days.
Monotony ceases. Sudden changes. Stronger pull. Double, tripple. greengreengreen.
Struggling, changing again. Handles and bronze. greengreengreengreen everywhere.
More months, more pull. Clearing darkness. Golden skin and ink hair and sad greengreengreen. Different, somehow. Mortal.
Protect the green.
Moving again. Yellow and black and red hair and breaking green. Angry green and red hair. Wait-Monster.
Protectthegreenprotectthegreenprotectthegreen.
Moving. Faster, faster, hurry. Hands that held, hurry. Faster.
"What ho, Percy!" In the air, dangling, falling.
And the pull was gone. greengrenngreengreen. Morphing, bronze again. Right, smooth, perfect, green.
Moving, alive for the first time in years. Slicing, naturally, so naturally. Yes. This is the one.
Leaving again. Like breaking a promise. Breaking again. Breaking green.
But not for long.