{ON HOLD} DIEUX | pjo.

02

after taking off her shoes and socks and setting them on the porch of her cabin, danny stayed in her cabin for pretty much the rest of the day. everyone was too preoccupied with percy jackson to worry about their afternoon duties and activities so danny just used that to her advantage.

in a moment of weakness, her hand reached behind the mattress she was sitting on and grasped the two-year-old crumpled up letter that had sat there since the day she had gotten it. the brunette carefully unfolded it, doing her best not to tear it. despite her hatred for this small piece of paper and the memories attached to it, in a way she treasured it. hence why it hadn't been thrown away.

her eyes scanned the letter, remembering the pit of dread she had gotten in her stomach the day she had read it.

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"danaë, a letter for you!" a younger luke called for his female friend, who was sitting on the edge of the arena, "it's from your mom." now the blonde boy knew how important this letter was for her.

maria amalthea, danaë's mother and her only living relative, had gone zero contact with her daughter after dropping her off at camp at the age of five. there was no reasoning, no sorry, nothing. and just when danaë had started getting used to it and coping with it, her mother decided to reach out.

a ten-year-old danaë's head snapped up so fast that it gave her a slight bit of whiplash. "my mom?" she asked in a small voice, hesitating to take the letter from luke when he held it out to her. luke just smiled and nodded, watching as she grabbed the letter before he jogged away.

there were tears already forming in her eyes, was her mother coming back for her? the hope in her chest was enough to fill the argo. she tore the letter open, making sure not to rip the document itself.

"my dear danaë,

i know you have so many questions and i'm afraid i won't be able to answer all of them in the contents of this letter. so let me just start from the beginning.

i met your father in a dingy bar, the one we used to pass on my way to your preschool. ironic, i know.

anyways, it was like the second your father walked in, all of my problems were lifted and all of my attention was just dragged onto him and only him. nothing mattered anymore. and to me, it seemed as if he felt the same way.

he came and sat next to me, telling me his name was odd name that i forget now. for the sake of this story, let's say it was peter. you know i always loved that name. peter and i had a bit of drinks and soon i was unable to think clearly. i ended up staying with him that night and eight and a half months later, you were born.

i never wanted kids, you know that. even at your young age. i was only twenty, i had my whole life to live. but i adored you. i was determined to treat you like the gods in the sky. funny how things change.

deep down, i always knew your father was special. from the second i met him to the last time i saw him.

speaking of the last time i saw him: that night i brought you to camp. peter had approached me with concerns for your wellbeing. he sat down and told me of his heritage, now your heritage. at first i didn't believe him, i mean a god? no, it wasn't possible. but apparently it was. because he was a god. and you, being his child, were half god. half greek to be precise. peter told me of this camp where there were kids like you. a camp that would keep you safe and out of harms way. and i had to take you there.

not only for you, but also for me.

even at a young age, creatures knew what you were. and they hunted you down. i couldn't take it anymore. so, i took your father's advice and took you to where you are now and where you have been for the past five years.