Shadow

When darkness comes to light

Part 1 The darkness

Why did I have to wake up, why did I have to die? Why did I have to find out the truth, why did life become so cold, and since when did death get so hot? It is a paradox, hot and cold, dead but conscious, and still having the will to live. My name is Percy Jackson.

Annabeth Chase… Right before I step out of Tartarus she kicks me back in and closes the doors.

The light

I found this witch, Odysseus tried to cross a small island, but she didn't want them to cross. Because she didn't help (to protect the wildlife she worked so hard to preserve, mind you) , when Odysseus rose to power the first thing he did was whine to the gods about her. Guess the storytellers didn't want to get smited by Zeus for calling Odysseus a bitch.

Guess I shouldn't have called her a witch, she is a mage. An apostate. Not some illusionist, conning people. A true follower of the arts, like Circe or Hestia.

Hate. All I can feel now… THREE YEARS I have spent thinking about the different ways I could kill Annabeth. I have taken some hero's who fell down into this pit of evil. Healed them, told them the truth. Told them to keep my secret safe. If I get out of here, I will call upon them in my time of need. 3 people fell into my timeline. I have estimated that it has been three-hundred years in my world. Grover, Nico, Thalia, the three people I can count on. All of them are in the Fields of Punishment. I will take them out. I will train them. If I get out.

I have found a beautiful place here in Tartarus, a place for the good souls who are unjustly put here. I brought the apostate here, she told me her name, Deleástria. Temptress in her language. My language too, I suppose, since it is Greek. Although she is far older than me, she fits her name. A beauty in any eyes. Caring, compassionate, loyal. I had to leave for food, and when I came back bleeding everywhere, she immediately started working on me, healing me.

I have fallen in love with her, and although she herself said it is not unrequited, we cannot be. Me because of my hate for Annabeth, and her because of her fear. Her fear of intimacy. She was a hidden sister of Circe, and when she was captured and raped, well, her pain was too great to say the least.

I can be calm here, but my hatred still lies there, waiting to be unleashed. Finally, I can feel a god coming here, Hades, by the way everything is beginning to wilt. But Deleástria, wait, she died of poisoning three months back, I haven't been keeping up in my journal.