PJO Winter One Shot Stories

3. Kiss You

By: Ap987i

Ship: Octachel
Timeline: 6 months before One Direction: Family Forever (my fanfic) [or 5 ½ years after Blood of Olympus]

Octavian's POV

Emptiness. That's all I felt. An emptiness that used to be filled with hatred, with vengeance. Why? I honestly don't know. I hated the Greeks with all my heart before I even knew them. I sat on the hill and watched the scenes below me. They were just like all those people in New Rome, wanting to survive, to live to see another day, to try and be normal. Sure, they were a mess, but I could see that we honestly would have lost against Kronos himself without them.

Why did that red-haired mortal bring me back?! What have I done to deserve it?!, I wondered to myself. I spotted her by her fiery mane of hair, standing on the porch of the huge house, which was quite creatively called 'The Big House'. I remembered the day I had come back.

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I was among the countless millions roaming the Fields of Asphodel. But, unlike them, I remembered everything that happened in my life. I sat in a spot on the ground, counting all my mistakes and there was only one, standing out from the list of the things I'd done. All the rest of my crimes don't come close to the look on her face when I said no. Yeah, I quoted One Direction, I'm a fanboy, #prouddirectioner, sue me. Suddenly, I felt a tug in my gut. Before I knew it, I was whisked away into the unknown.

I found myself in Lord Pluto's palace, in his throne room, standing right in front of him. Then I took in the whole scene. Nico di Angelo, the ambassador to Pluto, was standing off to the side with amusement on his face, along with confusion. I swear I've never seen him smile, so it was kinda creepy. Lord Pluto himself was there on his throne with a look of total shock and annoyance. Meanwhile, Lady Proserpina was trying to hold back her laughter, and I honestly wondered why. A few paces behind me, standing there with slightly narrowed eyes, was the Oracle of Delphi herself. I noticed that she had a blue plastic hairbrush in her hand, for some odd reason. I then saw that there was one more on the ground near Lord Pluto's foot.

"Very well, I accept your terms Ms. Dare. But remember, you only have until the end of this month to prove me wrong", the Lord of the Underworld said. I was beyond confused. What terms, why was I here?!?!

Lady Proserpina spotted me and smiled. "Mr. Hamilton, you finally joined", she said. Her husband turned his gaze to me, while his son knitted his eyebrows in confusion. A main reason why people don't know my full name. They ask if I'm related to Alexander Hamilton, and coincidently, my middle name is Alexander. No idea what my parents were thinking. I had had enough, so I just went mononymous, like Zayn, or Beyoncé, or Rihanna, or Sia,or Adele, well you get the picture.

"Octavian Alexander Hamilton", Lord Pluto boomed. "You've got to be kidding me!", exclaimed the person behind me, in shock mostly, and possibly slight frustration. I thought she was going to reach Lord Apollo in an urn with the glare she received, but she simply rolled her eyes and gestured to carry on. "Where was I? Yes", the god on the throne muttered, then to me, "Mr. Hamilton." "Lord Pluto", I greeted, kneeling, "Lady Proserpina." "It's actually Hades and Persephone", the Lady corrected. "My apologies", I said. Yes, I do have manners, and these gods control my life here. I had thought about all my life choices while I was here. Apparently I could have been nicer.

"Do you know why you're here?", asked Lord Plu-sorry, Hades. "No, my Lord", I answered, with my gaze on the obsidian floor, still kneeling. "If you're not gonna say it, then I might as well", grumbled the goddess of spring, "Rise Octavian, I believe that's enough kneeling." I rose and made eye contact with the PiTcH bLaCk OrBs of the god who made up half the DNA of the girl I enjoyed bullying. Speaking of which, I wondered where Hazel Levesque was.