Red: She loves the color, but hates it at the same time. It's splashed in her ledger, dripping from her fingers. Red will always be a part of her. It shaped her, defined her, molded her from a young age. She doubts that she will ever escape it. It is the color of her hair, after all. As a child, she learned to leave a trail of red in her path wherever she was sent. Now, it's a bit different. Now, he tries to help her see the good in herself. He and the kid. But she knows he can't help her until he sees the good in himself as well. Red represents her as a person. Whether Red is actually good or bad; well that's the question, isn't it? Green: He sees this color every night in his dreams. He sees it as he rips his life apart, succumbing to the raging anger inside of him, letting the monster out. He sees it as he loses control, feels unimaginable pain as he changes form, knows it precedes destruction. But he sees it in her eyes as well, a vibrant green, the color of spring. Full of hope and determination. The kid's eyes as well. Sea-green and strong. She tells him that green's good. Green represents life, rebirth. She says that green doesn't have to mean destruction. But can Green be associated with such positive things for long? Blue: The color reminds him of happier times, when his life was uncomplicated, and full of love. Back when his mother baked him cookies dyed just the right shade of it, when it was a symbol of rebellion. Now, it's a bittersweet memory. They call him a hero. But he knows he's dangerous, always part of a prophecy of some sort. And he's no hero. The friends he's lost are proof of that. Two wars, and so many lost, the love of his life being one of them. He has to move on. He promised. The color is painful for him now, but he stubbornly keeps it around as a reminder. How can he remember all the good times he's had, if Blue only makes him think of the bad? Or: Three heroes form a mini team and help save the universe. Does anyone expect it? Nope.

The ones I love The ones I trust The ones I will die for The ones I will be forever loyal too...... Are the ones that broke me I used to be kind I used to be merciful I used to have a heart But now they called me heartless They called me a murderer They called me a prince Some worship me some fear me... I used to be Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson is gone. Or rather, he was forgotten. It was like Hera's scheme all over again; but this time, he had no Annabeth to stay by his side, or Poseidon to call his father, or Camp Half-Blood to go home to. The world simply forgot about him. His powers had betrayed him, those who were once his comrades became his enemies, and his legacy was lost. So he decides to write a new one. [Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned in this fanfiction. All rights go to Rick Riordan] ***on hold***