Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten

Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Betrayal isn't just an act, sometimes it's the absence of one. Percy Jackson has learned this the hard way and doesn't know how to feel about anything anymore. Lost in the sea of his own feelings, he tries to sort out how he feels about the gradual loss of his friends over the years. Some problems require a friend to pull you out and times a ticking, counting down to the very last second until it's too much to stand. The 2nd Titan's War proved Percy never has had time on his side and is seemingly true for present day. Beating the odds has always been a hobbie for Percy Jackson, unless he has forgotten and left that behind for yesterday. (Word Count: 8,846) When all seems over and done for, secrets unravel before Percy's eyes that he may have never dreamed about leaving so many possibilities in his wake. Settling in a new home far from his old one, many things are left up to chance and fate. With a life as unpredictable as Percy's, it's not hard to believe that fate chooses the most unlikely of those paths. One thing is for certain throughout Percy's path, no matter how the views may change for the better or worse, some things are best left forgotten. Teaser~ They had forgotten. I had assumed they were busy, and they were. They called the next day. They had forgotten. I was sure they could make time for a friend, they had to be busy. They called a week later. They had forgotten. This time it took a month before they realized. They said they were so sorry. They had forgotten, and this time, they didn't call back. I was forgotten. My friends were gone. They had gone to another life. I was forgotten. No one knew me by name. I was forgotten. Memories twisted, constricting with time. I was a legend. I was a hero. I was a myth. I became known as a made up story. Not even the ones I was closest with knew if I existed. I am lonely. I am sad. I am forgotten. I am dead. I am known as Percy Jackson.
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Percy Jackson is not a good person. At least, not anymore. Percy has been through a lot. Annabeth is dead and his few remaining friends are scattered across America. Percy's been loyal and heroic his whole life, he's always done what the gods asked. And they have only ever repaid him with pain and indifference. So now it's his turn. His longing for justice is growing and the more bitter he becomes, the more it sinks in that without Annabeth, he has nothing left to fight for. But then again, there's nothing holding him back. Revenge is something that has long been above Percy. But at the end of the day, at least it's something to fight for. The gods have forgotten that loyalty goes both ways. It's about time someone reminded them what happens when you lose the trust of a Demigod who rules on loyalty. ////Don't be afraid to spam comments or questions, I love attention teehee////

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