Hey, guys! I wanna get all this mushy stuff out of the way and say that I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to read this, blah blah blah. This is my second story, and I would love if you'd take some time to review, even if it's a flamer. I appreciate all feedback I receive. Thanks, hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. As much as I would love to, my hopes have been dashed on the rocks at the bottom of a cliff overlooking a lake. Split into many miniscule pieces.
The water tumbled with a calming sound through the filter as the three small fish inside swam around, chasing each other. All of the fish were oblivious to the young girl with her nose pressed to their tank.
The girl's father came into her room a few minutes later. He smiled softly as his daughter moved her face across the glass, making faces at the little aquatic creatures. But the fish were used to this kind of behavior from their princess and didn't pay much attention to her.
"Alessandra," the girl's father whispered. She didn't look up from her game with a little brown and gray sucker fish. "Alli," he tried again. She looked up with an annoyed expression.
"Dad, you ruined my staring contest with Smooch! He's beaten me seven times already." At this, the small sucker fish let out a string of bubbles, as if it was laughing at her.
It said, cheekily, "Ha! Take that, Alli! I beat you again!"
In retaliation, she tapped the glass of the aquarium, sending Smooch into a frenzy. Snickering, Alessandra turned to her father. "Tell me more stories of you and Mom. Of how you fought Kronos, how Hera took your memories, and of how you and Mom fell in love."
Her father swept a hand through his ebony hair, making it look more windswept than usual. Sighing, he sat on her bed, and she sat next to him, curling her arms around his muscular torso and resting her blonde head of hair on his shoulder. He put his right arm around her small and slight frame, pulling her closer to him, and used his left hand to talk.
He told her magnificent stories, stories that should not have been real, but he had long since proven that they were very real indeed. He told stories of his quests, Luke, Poseidon's kingdom under the sea, bringing down Kronos, and Alessandra's favorite stories: the ones about them as a family.
As he talked, he re-lived his life; the sad parts brought him close to tears, while the good parts made his face light up.
Many hours later, a woman walked into the room, only to find the love of her life and her daughter asleep against the headboard, holding each other tightly. She quietly drew a blanket up to their chins and turned out the light.
Alessandra's mother reflected upon her past. The Fates had given her a good life, she realized with a smile.
A very good life, indeed.