Escapism
Chapter I: Ice Cold
He had every right to change his own life, but that freedom was gone. His chains were always there, set in stone.
Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip!
"GAH!" a voice boomed out sonorously, echoing off the cold walls of a rather spacious and grandiose room.
A beam of turquoise energy shot out of the blue. It sailed menacingly across the colorless, lightless, lifeless room at breakneck speeds. Miniature ice crystals danced around the powerful ray of light. An aura of despair enveloped the room as the blast hit a slowly melting icicle hanging from the ceiling. The energy effectively shattered the icicle from which water was dripping from and effectively put a halt to the noise.
The dripping stopped, and so followed the deafening silence that enveloped the room. Shards of ice were on the immaculately white floor. The entire room may have seemed extremely dull and lackluster for others who had no taste, but the elegance and craftsmanship manifested by the room was breathtaking. Everything was just white here, and white there. The niveous floor, walls, and ceiling were all covered in delicate patterns of hoarfrost and deadly sharp icicles occasionally jutting out from certain places.
At the focal point of the opulent room was a pristine throne that was as large as it was intimidating. On the throne sat a handsome man with dark grey hair. He had his right hand stretched out and pointing at the now empty spot where the dripping icicle was. Dark smoke rose up from his fingertips from the sheer energy. His eyes were empty, broken pools of captivating azure. He bit his chapped lips and sighed heavily. It was much too dark to see clearly, but he still managed to get a perfect shot of the dripping icicle.
The mood was becoming more sullen. The golden radio beside the throne did not contribute to cheering up the room. A melancholy and introspective song was on. The calm tune, accompanied by soft strums of the guitar, was literally and figuratively music to his ears. The man embraced the sadness.
A beautiful voice from the radio sang beautiful lyrics that amplified his depressed state.
"I guess I've got to face
that in this awful craze,
I shouldn't have a trace of doubt."
He buried his head into his calloused hands, bitter thoughts dancing across his imagination.
"But forced against the grain,
I feel a lot of pain
that I would rather live without."
Tears welled at the corners of eyes, his emotions taking over his body, his heart overriding his mind. He cried rivers, not bothering to hold them back. He was much too used to these little episodes of dismalness.
"I want to be
free-ee-ee,
free-ee-ee,
free…!"
He yearned to be free of a life he never chose for himself, to start anew.
I need to be
free-ee-ee,
free-ee-ee,
free…!"
He had every right to change his own life, but that freedom was gone. His chains were always there, set in stone.
"Free-ee-ee,
free-ee-ee,
free
from here."
He could not be free.
Percy was forced to live a life not his own.
I do not own "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" and "Heroes of Olympus" as they are both owned by Rick Riordan. I also do not own the original lyrics of the ones featured in this chapter. The "lyrics" featured in this chapter are based on that of Rebecca Sugar's "Escapism". They used to enhance the story and do not fall under the republishing of previously published material as they are revised and merely derivative of the aforementioned song. Any references to real-life entities, without explicitly shown intent, are purely coincidental.
[A|N]
Hello! Thank you for giving this story a chance. After all, this is a rewrite. I am experimenting with shorter chapters (as in SHORT; 500-1500).
My hypothesis is that with shorter chapters, comes three advantages: any grammatical and technical mistakes can be seen easily when I am proofreading; chapter updates are quick and easy to do; one single concept can be limited to one chapter so as to be as clear and concise as possible.
Tell me what you think. I appreciate everything you say. As I have said before, this is experimental, so your feedback is crucial. Feel free to tell me your predictions. Thank you again.