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...
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 b...
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...