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Ply, Lost - year unknown
53 years since departure from earth
Chalastis
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I haven't been here in ages, he thought as he surveyed the city.

Lost was a beautiful place. It was one of the smallest planets, the first one he'd set foot on since Earth. Ply was the capital city, well, technically the only city. He'd never really asked why they named it Ply.

It was always night, with luminous periwinkle trees and dancing blue lights streaming from the night market. He could smell the bakers' pastries and the sweet refreshing lavender, the familiar scent of Lost. Families walked by with their children laughing as they passed funny-looking stalls and mascots. Grayish skin, pale platinum hair, and blue-gray eyes that could turn to different shades on different moods. Gray or lilac was their color code. And he was wearing black, standing out. He always did. No matter what planet he visited.

It's him.

Why?

Fraz and Zye?

Is that–

What did they do wrong?

No, it can't be–

Everyone knew him as Chalastis, but no one actually knew what he looked like. That's why he was here. Maybe it was time to tell someone. Gis' words got stuck in his head.

What a dumb idea.

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Whispers seemed to drift around him as he walked, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. His gaze then fell on two familiar figures. Both wore dark purple cloaks with a simple gold band on their heads, indicating they were leaders. The woman was holding a bag. Candy, no doubt. She always loved candy. Her husband had his arm around her.

Fraz and Zye. The kindest people to ever exist. The best leaders in the galaxy.

"Excuse me," he said from behind them. He pointed to the bag. "Can I have some?"

Zye dropped the bag and screamed. "Oh my gods. Oh my gods. Oh my gods."

Blinking, Fraz brushed his light bangs away from his eyes. He squinted. "That isn't Chalastis, is it? Why does he look so dark and ugly? I think you're right, Zye, maybe I do need glasses."

He coughed. "Really, Fraz? What a welcome home."

Fraz smirked. "So it is him. Since when did you get so ugly?"

He was wearing a hood that covered his entire face. He had never revealed what he looked like, even to them. Fraz was just being mean.

"You're back," Zye whispered, engulfing him in a hug. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." He leaned forward, hugging her back.

Her spouse coughed and pretended to wipe a tear. "And, I'm not here at all."

Zye finally pulled away and slapped her husband's back. "Be respectful."

"Fine. I knew you were not dead." Fraz held out his arms wide. "I missed you too, by the way."

Chalastis rolled his eyes. "Did you, really?" 

"He's not going to hug me," Fraz said sadly, awkwardly crossing his open arms. But he clapped him on the back anyways. "It's great to see you."

"Likewise." The assassin tilted his head, smiling. "You know what I'm here for, right?" 

"To kill us, I suppose," he sniffed. The King of Lost knelt down. He was getting his cape dirty, but it didn't seem like he cared. "Oh, Lord Chalastis, please forgive us for our sins. Have mercy on us and we swear to not do that again."

Zye whacked his head. "What did you do this time?"

"OW," he cried. "No one loves me anymore. My dear wife, love, please, won't you have mercy on me? You need to kneel too, beg for forgiveness, so Lord Chalastis won't kill you."

"I am going to murder you if you kill me Lord Chalastis one more time and if you don't stand up," Chalastis promised. 

He lay down on the floor. "Nah, Lord Chalastis, it's quite comfy here. I think I'll stay here for a while."

Chalastis might have brought out the knife and done it if it weren't for the fact Fraz would most likely dodge the knife.

People stiffled their laughter as they walked passed, beginning to notice Fraz making some dramatic scene as usual. If they were born on earth, they could have been comedians.

"Help," Zye muttered. "Kill him already."

"Let's have this conversation somewhere else."

Fraz stood up quickly, noting his seriousness. "Okay, meeting room, it is."

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Throne room. They were standing in the middle of the throne room. It was this big circular room with two fancy gold thrones in the middle, except it was dusty. It looked like it wasn't cleaned in years.

"Well," Fraz prompted. Gone was Fraz with a playful smile and amused eyes. Standing in front of me was a king with a fierce glint in his eyes and a calm stance. He reminded him of who Chalastis was before everything had ever happened; betrayed by his friends at a young age, then saved the his planet, except Fraz got his happy ending. 

"Happy birthday, your Majesty," Chalastis smiled at Zye. His hands closed around the stone in his pocket and he gifted it to her.

She gasped, touched as she took the stone from him.

It wasn't just any stone. It could heal any disease, cause immense pain, travel to any planet, and bring light to the darkest places.

Chalastis did not steal it.

"You did not–" Zye laughed.

Fraz scrunched his nose. "So you remember her birthday, but not mine, huh?"

He grinned. "Salty, Fraz?"

Definitely. He crossed his arms and sat on the floor. Chalastis was sure that he was secretly in love with the ground. "What brings you here?"

Zye patted his head. "I will share it with you. Don't worry."

That broke a smile out of him. "Okay, Chalastis, what?"

"I wanted to see how Lost was doing," he lied. "Seems like it's doing well."

"Lie," Fraz stated.

Chalastis really hated the Ply-ans and their mind-reading tricks.

Zye's eyes gleamed. She knew. She left the room and came back with three small bean bag chairs. "You're finally going to tell us?"

Fraz raised his eyebrow. "Who you are?"

He sat on the gray chair and relaxed a bit. He didn't like it. Just talking about his past would bring up horrible memories, but they needed to know. They let me stay in their palace. They gave me food and support. They were there when Chalastis had no one. He thought he owed them that much.

Slowly, the boy peeled his hood back.

Fraz and Zye gasped, seeing him for the first time.

He always wondered what he looked like to others. Did they see him the same way as he saw himself? Did they see a lost demigod? Did they see a betrayed hero who was once happy and content? Did they see a boy with hair as dark as the shadows that haunt his every day nightmares and once bright green eyes now like shattered glass?

What did they see? 

"I'm not that good-looking, you know," he told them and at the same time, Zye said, "I didn't know you were that handsome. Totally wasn't what I was expecting."

Chalastis laughed. "Thanks."

"And am I not?" Fraz harrumphed and snaked a hand around Zye's waist. "Sorry, my queen, but you're taken."

Zye giggled. "Do continue, Chalastis."

They had a way of making everyone feel single. He sighed. This was going to take a while. Knowing these two, their interruptions would make his story take days.

"It really took you one hundred years for you to trust us?" the Queen of Lost said, smiling.

"I think so. Yeah," he replied, snorting. "Will you let me continue or not?"

"Go on," Fraz said.

Chalastis summoned a blue cushion. "It started a long long time ago on planet Earth when I was a demigod named Percy Jackson."

A/N

I SWEAR MY WRITING WILL GET BETTER (JUST GET LIKE PAST THE FIRST FIVE CHAPS CUZ I WROTE THOSE ONE-TWO YEARS AGO IDK) BUT LIKEKEKE THIS WAS ACTUALLY IN FIRST POV AT FIRST SO I HAD TO CHANGE IT AND GODS ITS ACTUALLY BEEN A WHILE

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