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Yo, the author here. Hope everyone is doing well in these hard times. This is actually my first story, so please go easy and enjoy yourself. The chapter would be shorter than most since I would like to see people's feedback on this chapter. Once again, this is an element that has been written over so many times by so many different people but at the same time, it would be very different. So please look foward to it!
Chapter 1 - The Winter Solstice
It was a chilly evening of mid-December in New York City. The moon was high upon the night sky, the sky was clear, so clear that thousands of stars could be seen scattered around. Just down below, a kingdom known as Olympus stood tall and proud. Olympus, an ancient kingdom, a place run by the higher beings known as gods. A place that is full of secrets, love, conflict, nature, family.
Olympus was covered in white marbles, gold, other unimaginable material. it was designed to the fullest of the highest degree of perfection. Gardens that bear fruit of the rarest flowers. Mortal wound called it an art piece.
Suddenly a flicker of snow has fallen, then one by one, a gentle snowstorm rain down upon Olympus. A blanket was formed all across Olympus palaces where the gods reside.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
It was almost time for a gathering to take place in the central room of Olympus. A room, where the god who holds meetings to discuss the most interesting of topics, to the ones where it could enchant anyone to sleep. The 14 Olympians would soon be arriving at their annual winter solstice meeting.
A garden closest to the throne room, a trail of crimson in the white snow leading to a crumpled, shivering form.
"Damm, it's going to be a cold winter this year." said a pain and tiring sound voice.
That enticing crimson color that was slowly taking over the snow garden floor was indeed blood. Blood of a dying demigod. One born from an affair of god and mortal. Blood was splattered onto snow cover roses, where they became one, a bloody footprint was seen around the dying demigod. This young demigod has just turned 20 this year, a boy to a man. So young, and yet lucky compared to those who died at an even young age.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
Upon inspection of the shivering body, one would first notice the wild raven black hair that is as wild as the ocean waves crashing against the beach. A skin complexion of a tanned surfer, one that spends hours under the shining sun. Strong arms could be seen visible through the long sleeve sweater. A strong jawline, plump lips where the daughters of Aphrodite are jealous of. And yet the one that attracts everyone was those beautiful sea-green eyes, a mixture of blue mixed in. Not even luxury green jewelry would match such beauty.
Those green eyes were normally filled with love, mischief, respect, and understanding, many would say a reflection of the sea. Now what's left is only, pain, hurt, and betrayal.
Those eyes belong to the one and only Percy Jackson. His accomplishments would what many people say are legendary. His tales were whispered through Olympus and many more, even to the darkest corner of the underworld. A war hero is known for his undying loyalty to those who have earned it, a loveable personality that attracts all kinds of people to him just like fireflies to light.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
"Haha, Apollo never said it was gonna be this cold" Percy spoked with a weak laugh. As soon as those left his mouth, he violently coughed up more blood. It was dripping down the side of his mouth, onto his dark blue sweater "Aphy is gonna kill me. She just got me this too".
Drip, drip, drip. The white snowy garden slowly turns into a pool of crimson. Percy Jackson slowly looked upon the night sky that was full of stars. He was always fond of watching the stars.
"I screwed up" Percy spoke with a sharp gasp for air in between his breath.
These were the last three words he whispered out before darkness claimed over him.