Aven Wilson has never once been happy. Thanks mom.
To this date, she is the only known daughter of Akhlys, goddess of misery and poison, and, oh boy, can you tell. It's hard to stick around her, and Aven doesn't blame the people that avoid her gaze...
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𝖨'𝖵𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖭 𝖢𝖱𝖸𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖨 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖶𝖠𝖫𝖪. Inconvenient side affect of my mother's curse, sure, but it was even worse for the others.
I couldn't stand watching my father cry every time he looked at me, or got within six feet of me, so I left. When I was seven, my mother guided me to Camp Half-Blood. It was probably the only good thing she'd ever done. Akhlys isn't known for her kindness.
When I met Annabeth, I was a little thrown off. The daughter of Athena seemed to take my powers as a challenge. She wanted to hang around me to prove herself. To say: I don't feel. I'm strong. She left with tears brimming in her eyes, most of the time, but it took much longer than anyone else. She was strong.
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𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘:
❝ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ❞
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┌── ⋆ ⋅ α ⋅ ⋆ ──┐ └──ρℓαуℓιѕт──┘
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