Choice
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Pairing: Percy/Calypso, Percy/Annabeth
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“The distance is nothing; it is only the first step that is difficult.”
-Madame Marie du Deffand
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Two weeks, one choice.
Percy Jackson has never felt so lost.
Completely cut off from the world, he is floating on a cloud, as if in that sweet transition between waking and sleeping. Every breath fills him with the sleepy, lulling scent of flowers and the sweetness and her.
He can see her, standing a ways from him, silhouetted by the moonlight and she is so sweet, and perfect…
Calypso.
So close and so lovely—like a flower in a window box, assuring him that if he just forgets everything else…life would be perfect.
Dreamland, he is in. Not fully real, yet not fully false.
It is like he is in a different universe, separated completely from the plane he once resided on. So beautiful and surreal that it certainly cannot last…a dream that must disperse in the morning hours. He can feel it: like a nagging tug on the back of his mind, pulling him away from the realm of sleep and dreams back into his harsh reality.
Annabeth.
He can still feel her—like a slow ache, painful but real, reminding him she is still out there waiting for him.
Like a lingering kiss, he can still feel her.
Percy stands, his feet rooted to the sand, the water swirling about his ankles. Which direction to move his feet? Back to the warm soft bed and the promise of another careless day…or into the ocean, back home to all he left.
The wave crash and churn and he can feel their power. He closes his eyes, wondering what to do.
Inside his mind, he sways like the currents of the ocean, letting go, releasing himself to the power and wisdom of the ocean, trusting it to guide him to his destiny.
He takes a step and knows he is going home.
~fin~
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