it was the moon who told me lies,
beautiful lies intertwined
with the false sense of hope.
it was the moon who told me lies,
delicate lies that danced and swayed in the wind
to the music of love.
it was the moon who told me lies,
gentle lies that lu...
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' well, we tried to talk to the dead guy but he was dead so... '
—CELENA WILSON WAS SURE HER LIFE WAS RIGGED. Like those arcade games at fairs and shit and you want to win the big, pink teddy bear but you just can't shoot the basket. The person at the booth is usually standing off to the side, making you think they're just backing away from the net so you can have a clear shot. That's bullshit. Why? Because off to their little side wall, there's a little switch that moves the net subtly. You have three basketballs to shoot and you miss each one.
Celena's life was like that.
After the second titan war in Manhattan, Celena wanted this to be over. She wanted everything to be over. Titans, giants, monsters, her life. She was tired of running, both away from and to the problem. Celena wanted to be somewhere where she wasn't involved in this mess. Where she can live her life in serenity.
But life wasn't fair. She watched people—children—die at the hands of monsters. She watched them die at the hands of their own friends. She held them in her arms when they smiled sadly at her, like they fucking knew their fates beforehand.
Celena remembers the screams of fear and anger merging together, a battle cry that ended up playing on repeat inside of her head. She remembers the cries of their loved one's names. Each and everyone of them who died.
Ethan Nakamura.
Charles Beckendorf.
Silena Beauregard.
Micheal Yew.
Natalie Bishop.
Luke Castellan.
And she remembers the pain. Physical and mental. The pain of being stabbed somehow, in Celena's opinion, hurt less than the pain of watching her friends fall. She was so close to death. She could feel Thanatos' icy breath on her neck. She was ready to embrace the afterlife. Ready to meet her parents, if they were dead. Ready to be with her friends she lost along the way.
But her mother asked Hades to call off Thanatos. Her mother asked Apollo to heal her. Her mother, who barely paid attention to Celena growing up, other than the fact to "claim" her, asked Celena to live.
Then the sweet relief of death was gone. When she opened her eyes, Annabeth, her closest friend, her sister, pulled Celena into her arms and wept into her shoulder with Percy sobbing into her neck. She heard Grover rush forward, sinking down to the floor to hug her. And for a moment, Celena closed her eyes, breathing in Percy's ocean smell, Annabeth's smell of books, and Grover's smell of nature.
