Wanted: The Dark Kingdom (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter 12-Many Findings

Chapter 12: Many Findings

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.

Today was the first day, in a very long time, that I held a sword in my hand. I never thought I would miss the feeling of it or that I would instantly remember certain moves or techniques, but I did. It was like stumbling upon an old friend and picking up right where you left off. I never thought I would miss training, but today I realized I did. I realized it as I watched Percy and the Upper Guards train in the arena, unbothered and happy. It was after they were finished with training and I was cleaning the weapons and armor did I remember the power and freedom that wielding a weapon gave me. It was after that, that I had realized I had taken the smallest and simplest things in my life, for granted. But it was too late, for not only did I miss the feeling of a weapon, but I missed the happiness that came along with training with people who loved and challenged you. But it was too late.

Annabeth Chase's Diary, Page 155.

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He turned over to the second page and began reading.

There was only one moment of my day where I would find peace, when I was designing Olympus. While I worked it was as if the world around me shattered into a million pieces of glass and even if it built itself around me once again, it would never be the same again. I would still be able to see through the cracks. And through these cracks, I would find myself at peace, while I redesigned Olympus.

At first, I thought that it would bother me, that I was working for him. I thought that it would haunt me, that I was building a home for the man that took everything from me.

But I would never refer to him as my enemy, not really.

For some reason Percy couldn't understand why reading Annabeth's diary drained his energy. It made him feel weak and unfocused. It scared him that her written words had such an effect on him. He had thought that he was no longer affected by her and his past in any way. He knew that reading this diary both confused and angered him, but he also understood that it was necessary. He believed it would help him let go of the past. He breathed deeply and returned to the diary.

Sure, he stripped away everything I held close to my heart without a moment's hesitation. But I had let him do it. In a moment in time, I was on his side. I believed in his cause.