TRIGGER WARNING:
Blood and vomiting ahead.
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Stepping into Rachel's room after she never came down for breakfast, the rest of them lost all sense of their appetite.
Her room looked as if Percy had summoned a hurricane within it after Cabin Seven went on a binge after being given some of Cabin Four's experimental coffee beans after being dared by Cabin Eleven. Beckendorf had reported that her cavern within Gleeson's Grove looked similar.
It didn't take a wild guess to figure out where she was headed, but it was still a guess to find out how she was going to get there.
A question that was answered after the morning worship within the temples. Percy had barely a moment to react as his sister screamed and nearly fainted in his arms.
The statute of Apollôn was no longer on its pedestal within the temple. The lyre shaped bow was pointed unnervingly close to her heart. Percy gulped as he carefully eased his sister away. The ten of them stared at the statue, wondering if they should leave it there or figure out how to place it back on their pedestal when something caught Annabeth's attention.
She ducked around the statue until she emerged back into their sights holding a very familiar item.
A blue hairbrush.
Ariadnê stared at the styling tool before looking back at the statue. She hummed, no expression on her face before she pushed the scroll that she wrote the prophecy on into Will's chest and walked off.
It was silent as they all watched her dive into the river, knowing that she was headed for the cave pool to swim in peace.
After they made peace with her personal quest, they focused more on their kingdom while Will with the occasional help from Ariadnê tried to unravel the prophecy.
The best that they could do was believe that the godlings of the sun and moon were Thalia and Will.
They would have probably had more information to go on if Ariadnê wasn't so distracted.
It was amusing if Annabeth was being honest (though if Percy asked, it was sad)(if Ariadnê asked, it was just good karma).
The ten of them had walked into their daily lessons (the plan for the semester was business management and how to run a successful kingdom) to the most unusual sight.
A pair of beautifully crafted daggers were lying on Connor's self-proclaimed desk, surrounded by laurel leaves in the shape of a wreath. They had all paused before casting a glance at Ariadnê who stared at the bundle in silence.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and walked away.
It was only because Clarisse stopped him that Connor didn't chase after her.
Ariadnê didn't come back to class.
She avoided him in the loosest sense of word. She could still be found at his side, playfully teasing him, but if there was any sign of Apollôn's affections around... she disappeared and her hiding places gained creativity.
Currently, she was hiding away in Annabeth's shop. She had broken in during the early hours of the morn. Annabeth had walked into the building and nearly let out the shrillest scream when she noticed her pile of wool was moving around on the table. She had walked over cautiously to see that it was Ariadnê napping within.
Annabeth wasn't one to pay attention to how young they were as demigods. It was simply just the way of life for them. Percy had even told her how young Theseus had been when he saw him (it still was weird to Annabeth that they were older than the heroes before them). Looking at Ariadnê though, it made her uncomfortable to see how young they were.
