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I 04. I
𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒆
❝ juno ❞
HER MOUTH TASTED OF BLOOD. She wasn't sure where it came from. It dropped down the sides of her lips, falling off of her chin and hitting the dark floor beneath her. Blood stained the wood and her tongue.
She noticed how the droplets began to swirl and change form; becoming figures with heavy emotions and terrifying looks. They became a gruesome masterpiece. Her breath cling to her throat as her own face took shape, snarling and scowling so fiercely it looked ready to spring from the ground and choke her. Her small figure was holding a bloody sword and the image continued on swirling and swirling.
"Ariadne."
A voice. She knew she was going mad. The last thing she fully remembered was blacking out once Rachel and Annabeth had burst in. Maybe she hit her head and was hearing things, or, someone was making contact, and by their voice she wasn't sure it was a good sign.
"You are the key," another voice spoke up, on her left side. "You must free me. Then, and only then, will you find what you are so desperately searching for."
Percy. She was desperately looking for Percy.
A growl escaped the other. "Lies. If you follow that path, you will end up in the Underworld, and you will never find peace." There was a thick feeling over her face, as if it was smothering her. "Follow me. Let me take you away. There, you will be safe."
That didn't sound good.
Ariadne shook her head. The second voice sounded familiar, like she had met the person. The first sounded much, much older. Dangerous.
A headache flashed through her brain, causing her to wince. The first voice wailed loudly as the dug her nails into the ground for support. Her vision danced purple before fading away, leaving her alone with the second voice.
"You are powerful, Ariadne. You are the key to our success. If you do not free me and learn the truth, the world could become rumble, and worse than what Kronos would've left it."
"Who are you?" Ariadne choked out, feeling as if she was losing oxygen. "What do you want?"
Her head saw the blood rise from the floor in a funnel. It grew and grew until it stopped. Then, it struck. The funnel aimed toward, shooting down her throat, except it was blood no longer, but what tasted like grapes.
Ariadne saw a woman standing tall before being locked in a cage, turning silky and dark. The girl choked and gasped on the floor while fighting the liquid in her throat, which didn't seem to want to be swallowed. Her hands calmed at her skin in sudden urgency.
