Not Your Hero ✔

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Percy stared at the figure before him. It was a young man who looked to be elfish, due to the pointed ears, and he wore a trench coat over what looked like a suit. He had long hair. He sort of looked like a fantasy character except with pointed ears. Yeah. His name was Sephiroth. Percy then decided he didn't care what this guy's name was, Percy was going to call him Sephie.

It was dark, and Percy's vision turned to that of what it would be like as colorblind. This is how it looks when he sees in the dark. Percy saw black and white, so this person looks like Sephiroth. But that means this person probably can't see him at all.

Cover yourself. A little voice says in his head. Almost instinctively, a large shadow covered him. "Yes. I'm fine." Percy says, his voice carrying an underlying accent of elfish that he didn't remember having. "I you're an elf?" The guy says, sounding surprised. "Why do you ask?" Percy asks, not answering the question. "I'm looking for someone. Maybe you can help me." He says. "What is the description of the one that you are looking for?" Percy asked. "Well, the description is very vague. I don't know much about him. He wore a cloak, and he was dangerous. He killed a king." Percy would hardly call himself dangerous. In the dark, he switched up his face, back to his disguise that had slipped away when he had hit the ground. He changed a little of his body stature, making him a bit chubbier, any visible muscles were less defined. His slouched as he got off the ground.

"I'm sure I'd remember if someone were to be walking around in a cloak," Percy says. "True, but what if he changed clothes, copied the accent, and managed to find someone to show him around?" Sephie says. "I'd say he's quite resourceful." Percy automatically knew that 'Sephie' knew that he had found the person he was looking for. "Is that so? If that's it, why would he kill a king?" "Maybe the same reason the king killed all those kids. Because he can." Percy says. "I've never met any assassin with such posture." "You met me," Percy says. His hand was inching towards his pocket, getting ready to grab riptide. "Maybe you should drop the accent. I already know you're not elfish." Percy laughed. "Do you?"

Olympia interrupted whatever Sephie was about to say. "Who are you talking to?" She asks. Percy looked out into the darkness and saw that there was no one in the place of the long-haired man. "No one really," Percy says. Olympia eyed him suspiciously before walking back inside. "I'll show you where you'll be staying in a bit. Until then, you might want to come in before your freckles freeze off." She casually tosses over her shoulder. Percy scoffed before looking back to the man's spot.

Without another word, he went inside.

~3 years later~

Percy sent Riptide across the battlefield, striking the opposing elf in the side. Arrows shot out, thousands at a time on either side, and Percy watched dozens of his sisters fell and withered. Percy had yet to show his real power, and the girls had accepted him as a younger brother.

The training was brutal. It would normally take a decade for even the best warrior to finish, but he had cut 10 years to two, and he's been in the field for 1. During those five years, you were whipped after every meal, you fought the best warriors in the army, you were never fed and you had to steal, but punishments were severe if you got caught. You slept with the wild beasts during the night, who had a tendency to attack anything that wasn't of their pack. Percy had gone weeks without sleep, decent meals, with sore and open wounds, and fighting the beasts and the girls constantly.

He beat everyone in a one-on-one fight at least once, and he built relationships with the girls, and they eventually decided he was good enough to join them.

Percy gritted his teeth at the cries of his sisters. Blades of ice ripped up from the ground, killing those on the front lines and creating obstacles for those behind them. His sisters didn't hesitate at the sight of the ice, they were consumed by rage at the death of their sisters, and their enemies fell victim to their unadulterated fury. Memorials and the ceremonies for the fallen took place immediately, and soon, sorrow washed through the Elven Army. The air was filled with the thick smell of smoke. Fallen elves wither away quickly, so there is no time to mourn. Some sisters were lost entirely in battle, the only thing left being their armor. Some injured sisters withered, but their ashes were caught in the recovery rooms.

Everyone was together in the barracks, but it was silent. Until one of his sisters broke the silence. "Where... Where did that ice come from?" Cassidy, one of the younger ones. She was 18 and timid, but she was a fighter. "Does it matter? We won." Anne says, the red-headed girl with freckles that had laughed at him on the first day. "At what cost?" Says one of his older sisters. She had lost her birth sister due to an arrow to the neck. Percy stood suddenly, and the girls turned their attention to him. "Liore? Is everything alright?" Percy nodded at his sister's question. "I'm fine. I just need some air." He said. "Don't be long Alaric. Night is near and we're having roast." Percy nodded.

Percy went outside, taking in the foggy landscape. The weather changed constantly here, but the fog was the one thing that stayed all year round. Things like that have Percy comfort, knowing not everything is going to change. He hadn't seen Sephiroth since that night and had almost begun to think he imagined the long-haired man.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Queen Esmerelda. "Ally." She greeted him. 'Liore' is the most common nickname for Alaric, but the queen decided to call him Ally. Therefore, he made up a nickname for her. "Eldar." He greeted back. It sounded like he said 'Elder' Esmerelda. And he added an 'r'. "You know, offending the queen could get you killed." She said with no bite behind her words. "So you keep telling me." Percy laughed. "You know, my 26th birthday is coming up." She starts. "And I really want something. Will it be too hard for you?" Percy raised an eyebrow. "No, of course not."

That was a mistake.

"Will you do it for me, no questions asked?" She says, raising an eyebrow of her own. "Yes, no questions asked."

Also a mistake.

"I want to see your face."

Sorry this took so long :/. But so many people are reading. Over 600 reads. ThAnk YOu sO mUCh. I've NEVER had 600 reads on a story before.

Percy: They're only here for me so step aside peasant.

Me:...

Leo: It's true.

Me:... I hate you both...