It was with nothing short of worry as Clarisse watched Ariadnê fight against the skeleton warriors and ghosts that had been summoned for her. It was with a single-minded determination as she released all of her frustrations and anger while she pummeled them into the dirt.
Three years of her life were gone, and who knows how many more may come since Thalia told them of being immortal. It was a frustrating ordeal as Percy had loudly argued within the grove that he had rejected immortality once; no one should force him to be something that he did not want to be.
It had taken weeks for him to accept it though as he knew the curse of eternity was the only thing keeping his sister on the mortal plane.
All of them understood her frustration though. She had awakened from a coma after trying to help the paramour of her currently unrequited lover. It had done nothing, but prove to her that she should have just minded her own business.
And then Clarisse had watched her cry on the steps of Apollôn's temple after receiving news that Hyakinthos had succumbed to his injuries. All that work to make sure that Apollôn would never know that pain and she had failed. She couldn't even be pleased. The prince had been a thorn in her side since the day she realized that she was in the same timeline as him. In her frankly childish mind, she was infuriated that he was keeping Apollôn away from as if the god was a toy.
But she only felt hollow because she could admit to herself that she started to see him as a reluctant friend. She had categorized him in the same box that she had once placed Chase in. Now he was gone, and despite her efforts, there was nothing she could do about it.
Ariadnê had told Clarisse it felt like the Moirai was punishing her for saving Amphion and Zethus. As if they were waving her failure around, telling her that she couldn't save everyone. How could she have Apollôn fall in love with her if every time she thought of him; the only thing she could see was his eyes widening in horror as the quoit struck her in the head? How could she eventually face him and know that the last time had led to trauma?
If Clarisse did not know her so well, she would have suspected that the younger was giving up on her love. Fortunately, she did know her. She also knew that Ariadnê was not worried about answers pertaining to her, but more so for Apollôn and his feelings.
For once, Clarisse would like the younger to put herself first.
Because even now, she was going to send herself right back into a coma if she did not relax. The episodes that she had at random intervals that made her snarl as her powers flickered through the air was frightening enough. It was too much for her body and the sudden eternal form that she held threw her off. It was like a frustrating circle of feedback as she apparently trained her body to let off power in small intervals. It had apparently helped when she had two different gods flowing through her because Apollôn had told her that too much power could kill her.
(Not that the Moirai would have allowed her to die after going through so much trouble of making her the secret prophecy child. Yeah, she was not letting that go anytime soon.)
Will had been the last person to try to help her, mainly to keep her from choking on her tongue when she had fallen to the ground and started seizing. He had to be admitted to his own medical ward when he felt what Rachel claimed to be tell-tale signs of prophecy. The gift didn't stay. Not really. He was able to now sense on a better note if any of the operations that they use to perform surgery would end in death or not.
It was still very strange to see spirits giving out orders as deceased children of Haidês worked alongside the living children of Apollôn when they took over in his stead.
"Ariadnê," she called. Her friend slowed to a stop, turning to look at her. She was brimming in anger, though Clarisse knew that it was not directed at her. If the girl's brothers were there, she would be doing everything in her power to hide her emotions. The boys were feeling guilty about not being able to protect her as if she didn't wipe the floor with them.
