Wanted-The Dark Kingdom
Chapter 18- A wish to be remembered
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.
Sometimes, in the cold dark nights in my cell, I would think of running away. I would ask myself: where would you run to? Who would you run to? I never answered. All I knew was that if I ran, I had to make it out of Olympus. Only then would I stand a chance. But if I stayed in Percy's kingdom, I would be easily found as I never knew his kingdom beyond the walls of the palace. No matter their size, the huge grand walls seemed to close in an inch everyday, suffocating me. The palace is, without a doubt, beautiful. But I've grown sick of it. I want nothing more than to see the world beyond, whether it was my enemy's or not. I want nothing more than to be able to walk through streets freely, to venture through Olympus' forests with no thick wide cuffs on my wrists. The cuffs enslaved me. I had taken the world around me for granted. If I had known this would be the outcome, I would've never stood against him. Everyday, my memory of the outside world is surrounded by fog and that fog only proceeds to thicken.
I want nothing more than a moment outside. A moment to be free and not shackled to my eternal punishment. Sometimes, I like to imagine that maybe after hundreds of years, he would forgive me and let me go. I like to imagine that his heart towards me wouldn't be cold and hard as ice, and that the ice would slowly melt away until Percy finally let's me live.
But every time our eyes meet, I sense the cold storm of hatred that raged within him, towards me and I know I will never be free of him. Maybe I don't deserve to be free of him.
Annabeth Chase's Diary, page 112.
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Ever since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted was to prove myself. I never wanted to leave this world only to be remembered as the dumb blonde, or the demigod who had amounted to nothing. That thought had left me awake many nights. I was caught in an endless war of tossing and turning, begging sleep to take over me. When I had first arrived to camp half-blood, I wanted nothing but to go on a quest to prove myself. To become a hero.And for a good time, that wish came true. Going on quests with Percy had freed me from the prison the camp had slowly become. And then, even though the times chasing after Gaea were hard, I still loved it. I still loved the endless rush of adrenaline, excitement and mystery that took over me on a quest.
And now, that was all gone. One day, when I die, I will only be remembered for one thing: the hero that failed her camp and became a slave to her enemy. I don't want that. I refuse to die with that title over my head. I rather not be remembered for anything at all. Dying with this title wouldn't only mean that I have failed hundreds of innocents but it would also mean I had failed myself.
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Wanted: The Dark Kingdom (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(#1 Camp-HalfBlood 8-8-2018) (#1 darkpercy 20-10-2018) Sequel to Wanted. Five years ago, she lost her friends, her family and her lover. But most importantly, she lost herself. And now, Annabeth Chase must deal with a lifetime of serving the one m...