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This is: Solitude

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Luke

Summary preview: You are capable of so much more.

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In the beginning, you didn't actually understand. Didn't understand why they were locking you away, keeping you from reaching the potential that you knew you had.

You were quickly becoming one of the better campers when it came to training, and you were even pretty good at creating a strategy.

So when you got your first quest, you were thrilled. Well, mostly. It was, after all, a quest that had already been completed once. But then again, you could always turn the tables in your favor. Maybe you could finally show your father just how amazing you had gotten.

Coming back to camp after your pathetic 'success' and not allowed a second chance was infuriating.

Maybe that's when you started resenting the gods.

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The clashing sound of swords rang through your head. Everywhere Kronos led your eyes, you saw blood, Celestial Bronze, and children fighting a war for parents that cared nothing for them.

They were truly idiots.

Kronos laughter filled the air at the thought, and it was harsh with the promise of cruelty. Enemy fighters flinched at the sound, and many even backed away.

It didn't matter. Kronos still made sure that any enemy fighter that crossed his line of sight was sent straight to Hades.

As you passed by a few of your fallen soldiers, you wondered if the gods mourned the children that had turned against them.

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Then came the time when you wanted nothing more than to show the world just how different you were. Just how wrong they were. Camp Half-Blood was nothing more than a delusional prison the gods created to keep their mistakes in one place. It was nothing more than a place for the gods to force their opinions on their children.

You apologized for inadvertently insulting Annabeth only once. The rest of the time the topic was brought up, you just smiled and pretended to have the opinions of someone you weren't. You watched as everyone went on about their lives, never seeing what was so obvious to you.

You couldn't wait to leave this place behind and wake the Titan that promised you honor and glory and the chance to prove yourself.

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"In all honesty, I think you would hate the person I've become. Gods, I don't even know what I'm doing out here talking to you. It's just... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for letting you down, Thalia."

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The war raged on around you, as Kronos made use of how well trained your body was. Backbiter flash through the air, a gleam of light foretelling death. Dozens of demigods fell as it swiped a clear path through the field.

You occasionally recognized the face below the exhaustion, blood, and dirt.

A hilarious prank you had accomplished with him, a night spent awake counseling this kid, a victorious Capture-the-Flag game shared with her.

Forget about them. Without them you've accomplished so much more than you ever would have with them. Stop hesitating. Is this not what you awoke me for?

Kronos dryly mocked me, easily cutting them down, despite my hesitation.

Remember why you're during this, Luke. You wanted war? Well you got it. Now stop fighting me.

Your mind scrambled for anything you could use to refuse him. And then you remembered who you were and what your reasoning was.

Kronos was completely right. There was no way around that. So you pushed away thoughts of treason and resumed your indifferent guard over Kronos. After all, when it came down to it, Kronos was the only one standing in the way of bitter solitude and redemption.

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They had called you terrible, hurtful things on the path to becoming greater. You had lost almost everything and everyone that had once been the only things you needed. You had taken on horrifying trials, nearly been turned on multiple times, given up your values, and almost had your sanity lost more than once.

But looking up at the grieving face of the girl you had promised yourself to protect, bleeding to death from only a wound you could have inflicted, you realized that in the end, maybe you had proved just how great your potential was.

And that's really all you ever wanted.

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Me: This drabble was based solely on Wasteland by EarlyRise. I do not own the band or people associated with them. But I do own the right to my opinion and I can say that I love them.

I know, I know. It's not a very good chapter to make up for the missing one. But it's here and I worked pretty hard on it. So whatever. For right now, I'm going to keep this at chapter 99. Once I finish the story I'll go back and put everything in order.

Next Chapter: Puzzle

Two chapters left!

Thoughts?

~ Anna/ Booklover98