"in the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?"
dorothy trelawney, a girl out of time with a goddess to save and a world to learn.
(fem!o/c x jason grace)
book one of four : the lost hero - the son of neptune
i only own dorothy trel...
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DOROTHY STILL FELT uneasy about approaching the cabin where she now lives. She stood in front of the space where the door disappears at the slightest touch. It was the clearing of someone's throat that startled Dorothy and had her spinning around. Her eyes focused on the blonde kid at the bottom of the steps that lead up to the cabin. Jason had an unreadable expression on his face, Dorothy used to be good at reading people, this new world had her unsure of everything.
"Jason," Dorothy stated more so for herself, committing it to memory. He nodded, his expression changing again. She's lost her touch.
"Dorothy," He replied in the same tone, "D-Do you want to talk?"
Dorothy blinked in surprise at the question, there was something genuine about him, one of the few things she could read about him was how out of place he felt, Dorothy felt the same.
"I'm not sure if I'll ever stop talking if I start," Dorothy answered honestly, a sense of humor laced in her words to keep the conversation light, "And something tells me you're just as confused as I am right now about all of this."
Jason gave her a hint of a smile at that, the scar on his lip disturbing the form, but still a pretty smile. Dorothy wanted to know where he got it but she knew that he didn't remember. She stepped away from the door and drew closer to her.
"Do you know why Hera chose us?" He asked, making Dorothy frown as she pinched her eyebrows together.
"No." Dorothy shook her head, "But I know I have something to learn from her when it comes to making social calls, I was not expecting her outside my door, I can tell you that."
"I'm sorry about your gang, I can tell they were like family to you."
Dorothy looked down at her boots, they were coated in the faintest layer of mud, if she didn't crash into the lake earlier today. Her thoughts trailed to the gang, remembering how her uncle Arthur taught her to shoot, he was the best shooter in the gang, and Dorothy eventually made her way to second in that standing with the group. She could remember the cooking of Mr. James Taylor, his stew was the best she ever had, he would always use the fish she would catch and always made the venison tender while still retaining the flavor. Though nothing could beat the baking of Miss Catherine Robert's pies, in every town they moved to, she would befriend the richest lady in the area to take advantage of their nice kitchens. Dorothy always had a feeling that Miss Roberts was sweet on her father, but she never had enough evidence to prove that theory.
"They were the only thing I ever knew." Dorothy looked back up at Jason.
His eyes were as blue as a clear afternoon sky in the mountains. Though there was so much going on behind them. Dorothy felt like she was understanding him better. She could see the conflict he was facing. Maybe she didn't lose her touch.
