Wanted: The Dark Kingdom (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter 5-The Race of Good and Evil Begins

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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It had been one of those nights. The nights where I would keep tossing and turning until the break of dawn. Or until exhaustion won over my nightmares and fears and I would drift into sleep. But tonight was different. It had been four months since Percy took the throne. Four months since I lost all I held dear to my heart and only the chains around my wrists had become my companion. Tonight, was a celebration. In Olympus. For the villains. I can hear the music blasting through the palace and even though my cell was underground, in the palace's dungeons, I could still hear it. Loud and clear. The music and air of celebration reminded me of a time before. Another life I had. It felt like another life, but not so long ago. It reminded me of how truly alone I was and that I would always be. As long as I lived. And knowing Percy, he would make sure that I lived for a really long time. 

Annabeth Chase's Diary Page 102 

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He had been searching for her for almost an hour. Wherever Annabeth was, Percy expected her to have a good excuse as in why she wasn't where she needed him. Either standing outside her office or where he wanted her to be at any moment. He stopped in front of a small narrow staircase that led to the servants' quarters, but then he remembered, she wouldn't be there. Thats because even though Annabeth was technically a servant in the palace, Percy had made sure that wouldn't be where she spent her entirety.  

               He made his way down to the dungeons where she might be. In her cell, one that he had specifically assigned for her. Once he finished descending the stairs he found himself in a dark, barely lit path with cells lining the left wall and guards posted against the right wall. The guards saluted him as he walked forward, pounding their spears on the cold hard ground. 

               Percy ignored the death stares he received from every occupied cell. He didn't care how dangerous or lethal the prisoner behind it was. Percy was more dangerous and lethal. It wasn't his fault they broke his laws. It was their choice, therefore, they suffer the consequences. Screams of pain filled the dungeons. Screams of those who were suffering the cruelest of punishments Percy had chosen for them to be met with. The dungeons were below the ground, but Annabeth's cell, it was at the lowest point in the palace.