The Undead Army (On Hold)

The joyful look in her eyes was enough to light up the whole world. Her smile stretched from one ear to the other and mine matched. I lean down onto one knee and pull out the little ring box that will tie me to her forever.

Tears of joy run down her eyes as I begin to speak, “Annabeth, my love, ever since that first moment where I woke up in the infirmary at age twelve, I have truly believed you were the most beautiful women in the world. We've fought side by side and risked our lives for each other for eight years now and I believe it's time to take it that step further. Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena-” I pause choking up a little bit as I hold her soft hands in mine, “-will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She utters the single word. I feel like I've died and gone to Elysium. Nothing else in the world could be as great as Annabeth telling me she loves me. I place the beautiful silver, diamond ring over her finger and bring her in for a kiss, a kiss I never wanted to end.

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That was eight months ago and now I'm standing at the alter. My hair is brushed the way Annabeth likes it before she messes it up. My suit is classic and black. But I couldn't forget that blue touch of Poseidon and a sea blue bow tie adorns my neck. All of the camp is lined up down the aisle, waiting for the bride. My hands are clammy and I look to the seats reserved for the gods and am sad to see them empty. But I can't let the absence of the gods ruin this day. My special day. Annabeth’s special day.

I see Annabeth, my beautiful bride, take her first step onto the aisle. I smile, filled with pride. The music matches her footsteps as she proceeds down towards me latched onto her father's arm. Everything is going so perfectly. So what were the odds when the music stopped, a mist like substance filled the room, coloured it blue and thunder boomed In the distance.

Twelve figures appeared in front of me, blocking my view of Annabeth. Whispers ran through the room.

The gods.

So they showed. Dramatically as possible. Way to go dad.

“Perseus Jackson. You are forbidden to be married to my daughter.” A female’s voice speaks from the middle of the group. Shock arose from the crowd and my own chin dropped.

“Excuse me?” I ask completely bewildered.

“Perseus Jackson, son of Chaos, you do not belong here. You will be immediately executed.” Zeus speaks out. A large fist comes towards me and I run, run as far away as I can possibly go, as fast as my mortal legs can take me. I can hear people telling me to stop. More specifically Annabeth, telling me to stop. I don't turn around. I run until I can no longer run. I fall to the ground in a puddle of messy hair and tears of hatred. How could they do that to Annabeth and I? On our special day. It wasn't like I knew that Chaos was my real father.

Something materialises in front of me and angered I get up prepared to face Zeus to a battle to the death. I pull riptide out and that's when I realise that it's not Zeus. It's chaos.

“My son, I am sorry that you have had to go through that. I should have claimed you earlier but I was waiting until you got married to Annabeth. I'm not sure how Zeus found out but I am here now. You can come home.” He speaks. He has a strong and powerful voice, more so than that of Zeus’ anyway. He looks like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. That must be where I got my good looks from.

“I will come home with you, I will defend Chaos’ name with honor for as long as I live.” I say proudly standing up and placing my fist over my chest pledging myself to my real father.

“You see Perseus, that's the thing about being my son, I have no mortal son’s. You will live forever. You can command my great armies of the dead, you can be my powerful son.” Chaos says to me with a beaming pride in his voice. I grin from ear to ear. Forgetting this life and prepared to start a new one with my father, Chaos and his armies.

Notes

So my new story! I'll to keep it original as possible and not cliché at all!