♡ A Percabeth AU ♡
In this life time Percy is a prince that wants people to see him more than just a prince. He wants people to see him as himself. The guy that is charming by personality, the guy that is rich by hard work. Not because he is born a...
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I woke up to the bright sun as it slid through the cracks of my wall. The rooster crowed as light shined on its feathers.
My plain day is about to begin, same as usual. I got in my dress in my faded grey dress on put on my cape. It was long and the dark blue tips brushed against the dirty ground.
I sneaked down the stairs and slowly creaked down the rickety ladder that was connecting my little attic to the main floor. I lit the fire on the fireplace as it crackled flames flickering. It was getting warmer and warmer as the days pass but, not warm enough without heat.
I put my hands by the unsteady fire as it warmed, my fingertips tingle as the fire got closer.
The big clock in the center square let out a big cry:
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding.
As the rings went by I already knew what time it was. Mornings, where my favorite time, with the soft rays of the sun and the flowing breeze, what else could you ask for? Oh, I know maybe a roof that can keep you dry in the pouring rain or maybe a job that you don't get mistreated in.
I wish father was still here.
I rushed out of the house onto the cobblestone roads sprinting down the alleyways, knowing that I was already late for my job. Again. I don't like to be late but I happen to be late anyways.
I fly down the uneven hills as I race against time to Madame Aphrodite's dress shop.
When I got there I was huffing and puffing {And I will blow your house down... Oops the wrong story}
On the doors as I looked around was a big piece of parchment:
Wanted: Perseus Jackson
For disappearing for a whole day /night
If found please return to the castle
Reward: 10 Grand
On the bottom was a photo of Percy. His messy dark hair, even if this picture was black and white I could already tell that his eyes were shining with color.
What I found most distasteful about the poster is that it seems like people think of Percy as a "Thing", not a person.
I push open the creaky wooden door then leads down to the cold stone basement where we hand make all the dresses.
I see Hazel sitting on the very back of the room, flowing violet fabric glides through her hands as she sews quietly.
She looks up at me and gives me a gentle smile and a wave of her hand and gets back to work.
I take a seat next to her and gets started on my project; a long black, turtle collared dress, with sleeves that stop around the elbow.
Right, when I get started to work we heard a soft knock on the door. Hazel and I both smile, we know that it is piper on the other side of the moldy wooden door.
