He was foretold to die, a reminder from his father, the very nightmare to his evenings. But his Roman heart couldn't refuse duty, so a destiny of death is what he takes a step forward to every day.
He is a legacy. He is a protege. He is a destined...
Mortality and fatality were red roses in a white setting. Once ivory, so suddenly tainted by the lifeforce of a wrecking. Now sold with gold, for men beg affection in a fluorescent flower form. Yet refuse they must know, but from the poison, one can reform.
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Aleksander Benedictus was a flower, not one built for beauty. His veins might cry nectar, begging the thirsty to devour so quickly. Yet he tells you to worry, for the very ichor built him to be half-godly, is the very reason his life will end so quickly.
The landscape is not the writer's, nor are the rest part of his soul. But he sheds new forms into Rick Riordan's story, attempting a new twisted tragedy. Unlike voyages of the past, wherein preparation is a must and a can. A demigod's world is never fully equipped, only pray that you can withstand and escape a hero's quicksand.
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