Here you were, your sword pushed against Percys neck. The cold blade wrapped tightly in your seething grip. Your head bobbled back in forth with the light and the pain that fought like Fire and Water.

Luke had persuaded you into his bidding, convincing you that the revenge of the ones that wronged you would be a breath of fresh air, like the first breath you take after coming up from water. Luke guided you to thinking of how the feeling of raw power was in your hands, How by being by the side of Kronos he could give you what ever you asked for. Control you lost long ago flooded your senses, you longed for your old life back. The life before the Prophecy, The life before Percy.

Your blood ran frigid as Percys eyes tried to find yours. The old you that he once had. Too bad he took it for granted. With all the pressure of him saving Olympus he took it out on you without even noticing or apologizing. The same thing was said for everyone you knew. You were tired and longing for the taste of respect.

“<>-..” His voice choked out as it was raspy, not daring to push his skin closer to the blade that was already to press on his warm skin. You saw fear in his eyes, You softened a bit. He could see it.

Your only weakness was him.