"𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝... 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳!"
𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫❜𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡ANDY HAD BEEN THERE when Rachel recited her first prophecy. What a day it was! Bright and sunny, with an infectious cheer hanging in the air. It was one of those days where it seemed as though nothing could go wrong. Bless the poor souls who'll have to deal with that, she had thought as she laughed with Percy, Annabeth and Rachel. I won't be sticking around for this one.
How very wrong she was...
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𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐌 • Heroes of Olympus
Fanfiction𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐌 || Adverb; again, a second time, once more || IN WHICH Andy Fotos is thrown into the midst of another Great Prophecy. Only, this time around, there's way more at stake than she'd thought. • • "Just because I'm a daughter of Apollo d...