Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

"Hey, I had this really bizarre dream last night. It was like a fusion between Pacific Rim, Endless Summer, and Mass Effect all rolled up into one, and-" "Yeah you probably watch too much movies." "…But there's only one movie I mentioned…" "Too much games then." "…" "God, I was so scared, I was almost got ran down by a motorcycle on my way-" "Did you pray beforehand?" "Uh, yeah, I did?" "You probably didn’t do it enough, you should  be more pious." "…" "Hey, when are you gonna finish it?" "Um…" "The lady from across the street has been asking, you know. So does Mr. X and my friend Z." "…" "Why don’t you stack it so you wouldn’t have to go back all over again?" "I don’t know how." "Oh, I can help you-" "No need!" "…" "Hey, why are you so quiet?...

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl with wispy frame and the eyes of a dreamer. She could capture the soul of any objects, be it awaken or asleep, and voice it to the world. Despite her extraordinary talent, only a small part of the world would listen to her tales. Many of them thought of her tales as nothing but an empty daydream, a thing to be ceased immediately. But still, there is that small part of the world. The part that is small in both number and size. Consisted of two little children, both younger than the girl, but with the same wonder in their eyes, just as the little girl’s. Each night, before they went to bed, the two children would decide on two things or persons, one for each of them, and they would ask the girl to tell them of their soul-story. The girl would comply, and her voice would flow until the two children slowly drifted into slumber, and only then the girl would join them. A night of a soul-story is good and beautiful and theirs. But nothin...

"When you like someone, would you try to get close to them, or would you rather watch from afar?" "Why would anyone just watch the person they like without doing anything?" "I don't know. Maybe they're scared, maybe they're inexperienced. Maybe they don't know what to do and just looking at the person they like is enough." "That's idiotic, what if the person you like is liked by someone else, someone bolder and who doesn't just watch from a distance." "Distance is a safety measure. They may be cautious." "I'll use another C to call it, Cowardice ." "Hm. I've done both, though. When it's someone I already know and knows me, when liking them is slowly realizing that they are more than just who I thought they were, I'll try to get closer. Because I know them, I understand the dynamics. I know what not to do to keep them by my side." ...

For me, falling in love is not the time you see someone or something and thinks,  I love...   But rather, it was the time when you already know somebody, and they might or might not be dear to you, but they are  there  and then that  something  triggered the Fall and you just realize that, Yes .  YES, this what I am willing to bind my whole life to.  And I know I wouldn’t regret it even if nothing will come from my feelings.  Because I realize that that is inevitable.  Because it was Beauty . And for that beauty, I am willing to  fight , to  accept , to  try , to  believe . Because it is Beauty and it’s worth it. But would I find the one I can share this thought with?

Consciously or not  They always remember Whether it was word by word Or simply the feelings they had When you threw it upon them Because after all they are just children And so, when there are times they say  'But you did that', or  'But you said that' Believe them, you did. Children do not ask you to be perfect  They just need you to be true True to your sayings  True to your actions For if you aren't You'll faze them When you blame them for  Things they took up from you You'll trap them And the outcome will be  Their fading trust Their escape And only then will you start to think Or probably not

Liar, they said. Deceiver, they said. Untrue, they said Two-faced, they said. I was contemplating. Am I? Do I? But I do not lie. I was merely creating alternatives from a hint of truth. I do not deceive. I was merely subtly indicating of things that may or may not be. I am not untrue. I was merely not letting out all the truth to deluded minds. I am not a two-faced. I was merely relieving my contradicting self. Will you scorn me for that? Will you scorn me for lending a better reality to sooth frightened hearts? Will you scorn me for not blatantly speak of what I am not certain? Will you scorn me for holding the truth to minds who would only repel it? Will you scorn me for embracing two contradicting poles, even if both are the true me? If it is so, then perhaps I am true to all your sayings. Or perhaps, it is you who are too blind to see.

Annabeth wonders, how did it go wrong? How can it be wrong? She and Percy had done so much things together. They had face so much pain together. They had been together for so long they can synchronized their moves. They had believed  they are meant to be together. Or is it all just an illusion? Is it the Mist playing tricks on them? Is it the Mist playing tricks on her ? For love is never fair... Percy wonders, what is happening to him? Ever since his life as a demigod began, Annabeth is always by his side. Ever since he laid his young eyes, Annabeth has always been as beautiful as a princess. They had their fights, they had their disagreements, But they always stay together. Always . Is that why he never look twice on another? Is the presence of Annabeth had calm him so he never even look around? Is he too secured in his mindset he never give people a second thought ? But he knows he would give the world to erase the agony on Nico's face. For love ...