Wanted: The Dark Kingdom (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter 19- The Will to Live and Die

Wanted-The Dark Kingdom

Chapter 19- The will to live and die

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.

I could never understand the truth behind a demigod's will and power to survive. Maybe that will exist because one of the first things a demigod would be told once they learn about who they are, is that demigods die quickly. Painfully even. I guess it allowed a demigod to always be prepared. To always hope for the worst.

That also led to a fighter's instinct to take control of a demigod when faced with danger or a threat. No matter their odds or how strong the enemy was, a demigod always fought till their dying breath.

That characteristic or power, as some may view it, was something to be cherished and honored, in my opinion. Something to be respected and acknowledged. But it also hurt me, as I believe I don't have it. I have fought before; I have fought many times. But I had also given up and fallen to my knees when Percy took the throne. If I was a true hero or warrior, I would've fought till my dying breath.

I wouldn't have kneeled before him, if I was a true and right demigod. I wouldn't have fallen prey to him. I wouldn't have bended to his will.

But maybe I did, because he was the hero in the story. Maybe I was the villain. After all, Percy was the demigod who was willing to fight till his dying breath if it meant his people would be free to reign. Didn't that make him a true demigod? A true hero? But what did that make me? I don't know, nor do I want to.

But I do know one thing, and it shall haunt me till the end. I've lost the will to fight or survive, a while ago.

I had no will for power or survival. I had none of it. What did that leave me as? I don't know.

Annabeth Chase's Diary, page 6.

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She kept fading in and out of consciousness. The world seemed to spin all around her, and she wasn't sure it was because of her bruises or exhaustion. The world always seemed to spin around her, spinning itself into a story where her worst nightmares and miseries would come to life. A story, her story, that maybe was written a long time ago, before she ever existed.

Did the fates always know her story would end like this? Her life brought to an end so easily? Did they at least write that she would have a fighting chance? Did they at least write her out to appear as a hero, or a warrior who fought to her last breath? Was there ever a chance of that end? A small chance? A slight possibility?