There is no way to describe the hurt that foods my being. It's like a red-hot poker thrust into my already broken heart. I want to run, to leave my 'home'. It's more prison than paradise now. The trees, the aquamarine ocean, and even the deep blue sky are my jailers now.
The birds crow, my former lovers offering me their condolences. They cannot stand to see me this way. With each passing day, I slowly lose my will to live.
But, that doesn't mean I can't tell all is changing. The earth shakes in anticipation while the ocean seems to be battling with itself. The grey, gloomy clouds crowd up the once cheerful sky. Even I can hardly make out Apollo's sun chariot. Everyone, even the most idiotic fool, would know the truth. Cronos is rising.
The Titans are coming.
The world is at war with itself.
Civilization may end, bringing the gods with it.
A shudder runs through my body. My deep russet eyes blink slowly. I'm in a complete and total daze. The poker embeds itself even deeper into my heart, smoking, burning, and flaming. If he cannot save the gods, he will die.
A shiver goes through my now frail body. I have lost my will to live and am slowly fading. If He dies, I will surely follow.
Even in my mind's eye I can see him his raven black hair, drink in his emerald eyes, and grin at his laugh. I breathe I these tantalizing images, seeing him and him only. He hasn't left my my mind, even if he sailed far away on that ship.
He left me!
That though still chills me during long, hot nights in this hell-like 'paradise'. Without him, this is anything but gorgeous. I simply cannot live here.
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Some days I sense golden eyes upon me, watching, looking, staring without a word said. They are stunning and I have formed a hunch about who watches me. Although it is not a wise choice, I utter his name aloud.
"Cronos." I murmur. Names have power.
The golden eyes disappear, leaving nothing behind. My heart is heavier than the weight my father carries. The one thing that keeps him out of my troubled mind is gone.
I can see green eyes now, full of exuberance on a handsome face. To some, he wouldn't be considered good looking. Those people are blind.
He swirls through my aching head, just like a hero and a demon all at once. Laughing, frowning, arguing, sleeping, a million shots of Percy.
His name hurts to think. While I am lost, deep in thought, a flash of gold appears and then a small POP! I turn in hopeful anticipation. My face falls, but I try not to show it. Names have power and he has come for me.
I do not bow; that would be weak and disgusting, like a human servant. He gives a cold smile, staring at me without a word.
"I suppose you want me to join you." I say, standing up straighter. I look haughty and proud, a Titaness not to be reckoned with. To my surprise, he laughs, cold and sharp like the blade of a sword.
"You always were intelligent." He said simply, drily. He turns to me. "You could change the world, you know."
I frown and turn away from him. He laughs once more, scary and evil. It's like icy wind on a winter day.
"You want to have your hero, don't you? You can get him; take him to the right side." He persuades. I stop, too entranced to move. "You need only convince him to join us. You can be his and he yours, living happily into eternity."
This is too tempting.
"I will." I announce.