¹𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ━ 𝗽. 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻

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─── ❛ the pink poodle ❜ ───

ISABELLA FELT MISERABLE that night. she sighed as she watched her clothes. the white shirt was now full of dirt, the black pants were ripped from some parts, at least they look fashion, and her white sneakers were now brown. ugh.

they camped out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road, in a marshy clearing that local kids had obviously been using for parties. the ground was littered with flattened soda cans and fast-food wrappers.

they'd taken some food and blankets from aunty em's, but the group didn't dare light a fire to dry their damp clothes. the furies and medusa had provided enough excitement for one day. they didn't want to attract anything else.

they decided to sleep in shifts. percy volunteered to take first watch.

annabeth and isabella curled up on the blankets, the blonde was snoring as soon as her head hit the ground, the other girl laughed a bit. grover fluttered with his flying shoes to the lowest bough of a tree, put his back to the trunk, and stared at the night sky.

isabella turned to the other side, facing annabeth and having the boys on her back side. she closed her eyes, waiting to fall asleep.

"go ahead and sleep," the girl heard percy's voice. "i'll wake you if there's trouble."

"it makes me sad, percy."

"what does?"

isabella tried to not listen to their conversation, focusing her head on what happened at medusa's place. why could she feel the death? and, what did medusa meant by saying that she's a menace?

being an aphrodite daughter it wasn't weird for her to feel people's feelings, or even manipulate them. but the feeling of death was not a common one, nor she thought that it was normal to sense it. and what did the statues meant? "you're one of them" did they meant the god side of her or was it something else...

isabella opened her eyes, but the scenario wasn't something she expected.

suddenly she was on a beach, surrounded by people on white clothes with flowers embroidered, like the ones she remembered seeing at mexico.

it looked like a ceremony, people on typical clothes were in front of them. with bells, incense and plants. she lowered her head, just to see her body not being there. well, there was a body but not her body, it appeared to be a man's, her hands were a lot bigger and wider but the skin tone was almost the same as hers, a brown skin and freckles decorating the hands.

the figure of a woman started to walk towards isabella. she sat beside her, closing her eyes and crossing her legs.

"es de aquí?" isabella said.

"excuse me?" the woman asked, opening her eyes.

"oh, sorry." a little bit of accent came from her mouth.

"está bien." the woman said. "no, no soy de aquí."

isabella turned her head to see the woman, she had pale skin, long jet black hair and green eyes. she was gorgeous.

they continued to have a chat where isabella knew two things, the woman was greek and she was there for a spiritual retirement. after talking with the woman they continued with the ceremony that was happening.

the image started to vanish, leaving isabella in darkness.

"we shall rise." the same scary voice of her other dream said.