I don't own PJO. Or, on second thought, the Book Thief. For some reason, Death felt an impulse to travel from Markus Zusak's incomparably awesome writing to my own crappy writing and take his narration style with him.
Those of you who have read The Book Thief will know what I mean. Please, just bear with me here — it's a totally new writing style for me so it won't be as good as you might expect. A lot of the chapters will be shorter than you expect, but I'll try to update frequently.
Though there may be some similarities in Thanatos's style and personality, this is not a crossover.
The sky was blue when I saw her first.
The sky was black when I saw her last.
I must be honest — it was not the first time I had cried.
* * * A REASSURANCE * * *
Please, trust me.
I am not a liar.
I am not usually deceptive.
I do not exaggerate — much.
I do not break promises unless I absolutely cannot help it.
So please, just take my word for it.
After all, this is my story.
Diane Javensen was a mortal unlike any I have ever seen.
She saw me. She stood before me without fear. But not only could she see me, she fought me and defeated me more times than I can remember. She made many promises in her short mortal life but there were two in particular I found interesting: the promise that I would grow to hate her, and the promise that when she died, I would get at the very least her fist in my face.
I will not hide anything — I got the fight she promised.
As you can probably guess, she also gave me a lot more.
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