Percy Jackson One Shots

Four Corners (READ THE A/N)

In Lancaster's things were okay at first. Though upon the sudden break up between him and his fiancé from a neighboring kingdom he snapped. No one was sure what happened between the two. Lancaster claimed he didn't know and the Princess Crystal refused to speak. Rumors spread... Some even said that he must be a closet gay-

"Hey! I am not! While there is nothing wrong with it! Who says that about me!? I'll slit your throat!"

(Uh um calm down your majesty... I am just reading what's here.) [Cue nervous laughter.] (Um if it pleases you... later you get to slit throats and even seek revenge!)

"I do?"

(Yup.) [Flipping pages...]

"'Lancaster had slit his throat...' okay sounds good continue your reading then."

(Yes, my lord I mean, your highness.... Please don't kill me...)

"Lancaster! Why are you talking to a wall!" Matthew calls worriedly.

"I'm not you idiot! Well... don't they call this thing the fourth wall?"

(Yes your highness.)

"There are always four walls," Kenna says. "But why are you staring at the wall and speaking to it?"

"I'm not. Do you not see the people staring at us?"

"What people?"

"Well there is one confused. That one there is falling asleep- WAKE UP!!! And that one is smiling."

"I think your sick brother, Kenna we must take him to the doctor at once."

"Agreed."

"Hey I'm not crazy! I'm not a swear! Let me go! I'll slit your throat! Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyy!"

Anyway... now that's he's busy... Back to my story... Where was I?... Ah okay,

But if he was violent before no one was sure what he was now. He put on a smile but dare put a pinkie toe cross the line and you were dead mostly likely by having your throat slit (cause that's what the maniac preferred).

"What was that!?"

(Nothing!)

So people lived in fear but crime was at a minimum.

In Kenna's people ran wild at first. She didn't have a care in the world. Then food began to deplete. Many lives starving do to their ruler's neglect.

While in the Queen's, she and nobles lived as the all the upper class do.

Then there is the Center. A place of peace. The only remnant of how Amill once was.

This is how it was for two years. Then Matthew sent out a message to his two siblings asking them to meet him in the center.

"Ugh what did you drag us here for brother?" Kenna asks examining her nails.

"Mother's birthday is next week," Matthew reminds her. "We have to buy her a gift."

"Ooh, how about-"

"We are not buying her a sword Lancaster."

Lancaster groans. "Fine. But can we at least discuss this on the way k the blacksmith? My sword should be ready by now."

Seeing no point in arguing with him the other two followed their brother to the blacksmith.

Lancaster promptly flirted with the blacksmiths daughter gaining accesses to the back room where is sword waited.

"My father shall return soon," she promised.

"That's isn't fast enough," Lancaster sighed. "Would you kind getting him for me?" He asked looking away from his sword to give the girl a sweet smile. She swooned before nodding and running out. Kenna bit back a gag.