Wanted: The Dark Kingdom (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter 4- The Wind From The North

A wind from the North blows,

bringing with it those who lie below.

With them, spreads the infection,

to what may be the darkest connection.

A crown forged from the tears of good and bad,

will choose the king whose army stands

The light leads and the dark follows,

to the first jewel of the girl who borrowed.

Then, the dark leads and the light follows,

to the second jewel of a man's true horror.

A king shall be crowned where the first king stepped,

putting an end to their world's unrest.

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Sometimes, I would glimpse the good in him. Sometimes, when time seemed to slow down around me, causing the fabrics that hold the world tear an inch, I would see through the tear. I would see someone else, someone at peace with themselves. I had always wondered about what caused that side of him to show. What caused the kindness and warmth to surface? But most importantly, what caused it to bury itself deep within him and hide from even the purest of sights. Once, not a long time ago, I used to think that I was the trigger. I thought that I was the one who triggered the worst and scariest parts of him to surface. I concluded that, because every time he looked at me, I could sense the darkness rise around him and I could sense it resisting the urge to suffocate me. I never knew someone could hold such hatred towards another. I knew this world was cruel and merciless. But nothing compared to the look of rage that brewed like a storm in his sea-green eyes. A storm brewing in the ocean, where waves crashed against one another, wanting to take me down with them. There had to be a reason why that hatred rooted itself so deep within him. It scared me. Actually, it terrified me to the point where I was willing to take my own life before he would take it. I didn't want to face him. But the true reason it terrified me because it was slowly growing inside of him. That hatred had planted itself within him, and kept growing, spreading inside of him until it would burst. I can't avoid it forever, but I can try to delay it.

Annabeth Chase's Diary, Page 142

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All night, she couldn't sleep. She had tossed and turned over a thousand times in her sleeping bag but no matter how hard she tried, sleep had abandoned Piper. After all, how could she possible fall asleep when an innocent young camper was just dragged away by the guards, only to face the king tomorrow. The young demigod, barely only fourteen, was a camper from the Apollo cabin. And only five hours ago, she had blurted out a whole prophecy. One that spoke of good and evil. Some part of Piper was secretly reviled because it only meant one thing: this wasn't the end. Something was coming. Things were about to change. However, she didn't expect to take part in any of it. The camper was probably already in Olympus, probably being tortured.

It would be Percy who would take care of the prophecy and whatever came along with it, while she lived in this camp serving him, slowly rotting away and fading from existence. She hated this. She hated the state she was living in. She wanted to kill Percy and she wanted to take her time with it. She would make him suffer, exactly like he made her suffer. She lost everything, her friends, camp, boyfriend and her father. She hadn't seen him in the past five years. Sometimes, if not all the times, she would let her mind wander. She would let tears and pain takeover her. She wondered how her father was doing, how did he react when he realised that his only daughter was gone, for good? Her father didn't take loss so well. He had lost her mother and it had hurt him, but also losing her? Piper couldn't put all the blame on Percy. She had acted reckless. Careless. Weak. Dumb. Naive. She had failed to see the bigger picture. She had played right into Percy's trap, not caring about the consequences that it brought along.