So i decided to do a companion to this from Percy's point of view
It was her, burnt into his memories; the only thing left, the sign of who he once was. A sign of her.
Some days he thought that he knew her more than he knew him self. Other times he wondered what sort of person he had been to make her fall in love with him.
He didn't know much about who he had been, but he did know that.
His life was a fill in the blanks. And he only knew one answer. Her.
The wolf pushed him hard. Some times he would falter.
But when he thought about her, his body felt new. Better than new. Better than he had ever felt before, or that he remembered.
Some nights her would remember more about her. He would dream about who he had been, where he had been, what he had been.
But in the morning those late night memories, the ones that had let him breath and hope and wish. The ones that had made him sure about who he was. Those memories those little things that floated around in his head.
Those thoughts were gone.
Some days he tried not to think. Tried just to keep walking, keep fighting, keep training.
Some days that didn't work.
Some days he wondered why it was him, why he was there, why he couldn't remember.
Some days he wondered why she wasn't there. Was it punishment? Was she real? Was she dead?
No! He said to these thoughts. He would find her again.
The wolf pushed him hard but he pushed harder.
Yeah well, Today I can't write happy things. Only sad.
Hope you enjoyed it.
~The Neek.