𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀𝘿; heroes of olympus

dramatic goddesses

ERITH JAY
IN HER EXTENSIVE NINE-MONTH FRIENDSHIP WITH JASON GRACE, (or at least, she thought it was nine months. Her sense of time had been rather skewed since Tartarus) she had hated the idiot many times, mostly for doing foolish, self-sacrificing stuff as if his life didn't matter.

But she had never been as furious as she was now, seeing him stumble up onto the deck as a wave the size of a skyscraper crashed over him and everyone else.

Erith shook her head like a dog, trying to get the water from her sopping hair, but it was no use. She glanced at Piper and Annabeth, who she was working alongside of her, but Piper waved her toward Jason, and so she jumped down from the rigging and sprinted over to him―or tried. Halfway there, she was swept up in another wave of water and would've fallen right off the ship had it not been for Leo's hand latching onto her wrist and holding her steady.

Her and Leo had not been talking since that night. Like, not at all. Her feelings were so very mixed that she had just decided not to think about them, but with his grip on her wrist like steel, she couldn't really ignore him.

He pulled her up to him, then quickly let go of her wrist like it was poison, avoiding her eyes. She took a breath, trying to stop shivering in her sopping clothes, and nodded to him. "Thanks."

He nodded back, and with that, she hurried across the lurching deck.

Percy and Jason were talking by the starboard rail, Jason's hand on Percy's shoulder. Then, quite suddenly, Percy pushed a massive wave away from the ship and leaped into the sea. Jason staggered to the railing after him. Erith staggered after him, so they were like one sopping wet parade.

Jason raised his arm. His lips moved, and then he was levitating off the deck, encased in what looked very much like a miniature tornado. Spinning like a corkscrew, he plunged into the water.

Erith glanced over at Piper and Annabeth. They were both staring at her in utter horror.

"Leave it to the daughter of Apollo to save two idiots from drowning," she grumbled, but her voice was drowned out by the storm. She looked around for anything she might use, and was just about to try and scream for Frank's attention and demand he go fetch before she remembered: the ring.

Good thing! It was in her cabin, and had been for a while, and therefore hadn't been taken from her in Tartarus or any of her other recent battles. Bad thing! It was in her cabin, and every step she took threatened to throw her off the ship.

She swore a curse to whichever god might be listening, and sprinted across the deck, barely keeping her balance and hurling herself into the wooden wall.

Below, she found Hazel hunched over, her face very green. She stumbled to her feet on sight of Erith. "What's going on?" she groaned, then doubled over and retched.

Erith patted her shoulder. "Stay down here. There's no use for you up there, you'll just vomit your guts out." She paused. "I mean that lovingly. You're very brilliant. Just not right now." Then she ran the rest of the way down the heaving corridor without waiting to hear Hazel's reply.

Erith tore the door of her cabin opened and neglected the mess it was. The ring was on the floor, nearly underneath her bed. She snatched it up, placed it on her finger, and hurled herself out and up, passing Hazel without even glancing at the girl.