Sweet Redemption

The sequel for Sweet Tempation. I got it started today. It'll be mostly in Lynn's POV. The first chapter is going to be really really sad. Based off a fanfic that my cousin wrote that nearly made me cry. So beware >:3 TATN / Thalia! 03:50, March 14, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter One, I Never Wanted To Say Goodbye.
As I walked up to the front of the stage, I could hear my black high heels clicking on the ground. It was a funeral. And not any funeral. My boyfriend's. He had died by the hand of his own father, that bastard. Ethan sat in the crowd with my father, the fabled Percy Jackson.

It was harder for me than it was for them. I was reminiscing the old memories of him, right up until we'd started dating. The memories were nice but horrible, all at the same time. I didn't want the feeling of Adrastos to leave me.

I stopped at the centre, eyeing my family. "Adrastos was more than a brother to me." I started. "He was a lover and friend and a cabin-mate. We'd known each other since age twelve, when I met him. I had come to camp by order of my father. I'll never regret that day, that wonderful day."

I took a breath. "As we grew older, Adrastos started to flirt with me. I denied the flirting and was often very mean to him." I managed a pained and tight chuckle. "But as we got older, I started to warm up to him. When we were seventeen, I finally started to flirt back with him."

Choking on sobs, I continued, "He was a best friend. My only real friend. I loved him a lot. A-and I can't believe he's gone. In a way, when we hated each other, we still loved each other, as brother and sister."

I could feel tears slipping out of my eyes and rolling slowly down my face. I kept on though, pulling the memory of his death to my mind. I glanced at the coffin behind me, with Adrastos's picture hung neatly beside it. I kept talking until I got to his death.

"A-A-Adrastos was a... gre-great f-friend to me... I'll-I'll never for-forget him in my mi-m-mind.... He was th-the kindest..." I made the mistake of looking over at Ethan, who sat in the first row and was the spitting image of his father. I broke down, my knees buckling, sobs lightly coming off my breath.

There was silence except for my sobs. Then there was a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Luke, Adrastos's father, standing there.

"Don't t-touch me!" I demanded, still sobbing.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, extending a hand to help me up. I took it and tried not to run back to my seat.

The funeral was sad and tedious. I just couldn't believe Adrastos was really gone.