¹𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀. percy jackson

LI.

ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｏｌｙｍｐｉａｎ

LUCIA'S SKIN RADIATED WITH HEAT, AND GOLDEN-WHITE LIGHT OBSCURED HER VISION. She couldn't find the ground, she felt like she was floating for ages.

Then, moments after, her feet hit solid ground, the heat eased and her vision cleared.

She blinked, disoriented and confused about whatever just happened to her.

"Oh, my" A rich voice hummed "She's even more beautiful up close,"

"Beautifully tragic." Another voice said, this one was lower, holding more bass. "I mean just look at the maiden! she oozes tragedy!"

"Calliope. Melpomene." Another authoritative voice said, "Please allow my granddaughter to adjust to her travels before you throw comments at her."

"Granddaughter-" Lucia's eyebrows furrowed together, Her head snapped up. Nine women stood before her. It took her a second to realize she was on Olympus, and that the people that stood before her were none other than the nine muses.

They all stood in the cella of a temple. The building was large and spacious made up of marble limestone. Lucia stood near the entrance, from there she could see the 9 rows of ionic columns. Further into the Naos was the inner shrine in which stood nine statues, identical to the women that stood before her.

Lucia inched farther out the entrance, The windows in Olympus were dark. The streets were deserted and the doors were barred. The only movement was in the parks, which Lucia knew were set up as field hospitals.

She hid behind the walls of the cella when she saw a familiar face. Will passed the Muses temple with her other siblings. They were scrambling around, caring for the wounded.

The Gods must pay.

Lucia snapped her head back to the women and glared, "How'd I get here, what the fuck do you want?"

Calliope cringed "Such uneloquent language, Clio you should have brought her long ago to teach her the right way to speak."

"Yes, you must excuse her." Clio, her grandmother, was a tall woman. Who carried herself with elegance and authority. She was as tan as Lucia and Hyacinthus. Her black pin-straight hair reached her waist, and her eyes were a deep brown, mysterious, and carrying a heavy amount of knowledge. But Lucia got the feeling not all the knowledge she possessed was by choice. "She is not herself."

The Gods must pay.

"How would you know?" Lucia scoffed, "This is the first time you have even bothered to enter my life. So I repeat, what the fuck do you want."

One of them laughed,  "Oh I like her! Are you sure she's your grandchild Clio!"

Clio glared, "That's enough, Thalia." she turned to her "You are here because your father sent you to me, you've traveled through light."

"And why would he do that?"

"Has Kronos blinded you so?" Polymnia, muse of sacred poetry asked. "Oh how I miss when you sang your hymns,"

"Yes!" Euterpe, Muse of music, agreed "What a voice! How tragic that it keeps being silenced"

"Tragic!" Melpomene echoed

Lucia's eyebrows furrowed together, "That doesn't answer my question."

"He believes we ought to speak." Her grandmother answered, "He wants to help."

"He's 15 years too late." She hissed

"Foolish child." Clio scolded, "You children do not know of the laws dating millenniums. One as an immortal has limits to their involvements in the mortal world."