Maybe
Prologue:
Soft crystal tears fell down from the mist. Rain. He never really knew why. Why the rain calmed him. It would seem that getting drenched and freezing in the middle of the night wouldn't appeal to anyone. Freezing to the point of it being almost glacial. But he was different. Don't you hear that everyday? Unfortunately for him, his story couldn't be all unicorns and rainbows from the beginning. Not even in the end. He had chronic bad luck. That's one example. And that happened to be the least of his problems.
He was who he was because of his choices. You could find him on many an afternoon wondering. Wondering what his life would have been if not for his choices. Maybe if he had stayed, for one. Stayed with Sally, stayed with Paul, stayed with Tyson. Stayed with Annabeth. In his younger years, hearing the name would have been a hard lethal blow to the stomach for him. Sleepless nights, filled with the agony of loss. Of fear. Of pain. He used to know how it felt like to be a part of something special. Now it was all gone. You had to be psychotic, you would think, to leave that for something else. Obviously, he made the wrong choice. The wrong choice if he wanted a happier future, a more carefree one. So he must be psychotic, since he didn't want, didn't even consider a future where he would be cheerful, content. Maybe he was.
The years spent after the incident; those were years spent in learning to master the art of emotion. Eight years. Needless to say, he could now rival the skills of a robot. Life was an encumbrance. That was his famous motto. Not a gift, a blessing, or even a curse. It was a burden. One he was forced to carry. At sixteen, this was the way he felt.
As he sat there, he mused. It seemed to be some sort of a lookout point. Millions of lights scattered across the vast black expanse. Like the thousands of rays of sunlight streaming through the layers of murky water. Like the million and one good things that can make someone exultant in a lifetime. But then come the shadows. Of course. The whole horribly clichéd deal. The whole 'There is no light without darkness', 'No happiness without sorrow'.
He used to reflect on it the other way. It seemed more optimistic. It made him think, 'One day, however bad it gets right now, one day, I will have something to live for.' So he would wait. Endlessly he would wait for that something. It never came. He gave up. The same way he gave up every time, for everything, and everyone. It was his last hope, the last fire burning inside of him. But of course, the harsh wind had to come and blow it out. And just like the last time, he didn't see it coming.
Well? How was that for a prologue? You can easily guess who it is, right? The next chapter will be Annabeth's thoughts on everything after Percy left…so don't worry! After that they'll meet again, for the second time….I know it's all confusing right now, but this is just the prologue. You must be wondering what the hell happened, that's coming in the next chapter. ;) REVIEW! Until next time!
~Lyn