𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙎

☽ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ☾

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Sienna Di Angelo-Solace was running through the woods of Camp Half Blood at midnight when she saw him.

He had startling violet eyes and golden hair that reached his shoulders. Sienna stared up at him, blinking her dark brown eyes at him.

"Are you a ghost?" she asked the almost transparent man. He looked about 17.

The ghost looked at her amused. "Do I look alive to you?" he asked. Sienna shook her head, still fascinated. 

"The only ghosts I've seen is my aunty, Bianca, which also my sister's name." she rambled. Ten year old Sienna never knew how to shut up.

The ghost smiled at her, shaking his golden head. "Hasn't anyone told you not to tell ghosts too much?"

Sienna's eyes went wide as she slapped her hand over her mouth. "Pretend I said nothing." she said, her voice muffled by her hands.

The ghost tilted his head back an laughed. "What's your name?" he asked.

Sienna looked at him challengingly, which was quiet hilarious for she was a short thing. 

"What's yours?" she demanded.

"Achilles Whiteveil. Now what is yours?" he inquired.

Sienna looked at him suspiciously. "I am Sienna Di Angelo-Solace, and I am quiet lost." 

The ghost laughed once more, a sound like phantom chimes rang through Sienna's ears.

"Well Sienna, your in luck, I know these woods quiet well, and I am not at the pursuit of becoming living so I won't take advantage of you either. Follow me, I shall show you the way back to camp."

Sienna looked at the ghost suspiciously.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.

She sighed deeply. "I barely know you, but yes. Yes I do."

He gave her a small smile and walked his feet not touching the ground once.

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Alastair Jackson hadn't meant to do it. He really, truly hadn't meant to do it. He didn't know. He didn't know it would hurt his mother. He would rather die than hurt his mother.

This was all hi fault. If he simply hadn't listened to Blake Everlaw that he wasn't his mother's son. Maybe he wouldn't have nearly killed his mother.

He fell down, a mess of tears in front of the statue of Zeus as he cut his arm, pouring his blood into a cup and offered it to the marble statue.

"I beg for forgiveness, for the sins I committed, I do not deserve forgiveness. I nearly lost her, because of my foolishness. For her life nearly lost, I can only curse myself. I am sorry. I am so incredibly sorry. I did not know, I believed useless rumors, I doubted my father's faith. I deserve to be damned."  he cried, tears falling on the marble floor like drops of liquid silver.

Thunder rumbled over head. Alastairs shaking hands dropped the blood, spilling it all over the altar. Alastair stared at his bloody hands in horror, he stood up and carried his ten year old figure away and out of the Shrine.

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Where's daddy, momma?" asked little Isabelle joyfully looking at her mother's ragged appearance. Piper Mclean-Grace bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes and she dropped to her knees and hugged her daughter close.

"He isn't coming back baby, he isn't coming back." she whispered.

Isabelle tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean mama?"

Piper gave a silent sob, pressing her daughter closer to her. "He's gone angel. He's never coming back home."

Nine year old Isabelle had never had to see death's cruel motions before, but now at the face of her father never returning she felt as if she was drenched in ice cold water.

"I-Did Thanatos take him away?" the little girl whispered. Piper only nodded, sobbing.

Isabelle wanted to scream and cry about how unfair the world was. Her papa was the most amazing man Isabelle knew, he didn't deserve to die. She couldn't bear her older brothers waking up to their father's death.

But if she started crying what could she do to help her mother who was obviously in more pain than Isabelle could phantom?

Isabelle visibly swallowed as she hugged her sobbing mother, and wishing this was all a dream.

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aria: it's kind of based off TLH

book: it's basically a rewrite of TLH

aria: SHUSH