It seemed that time went slowly, Luke's hand twitched as he held it out for her. An uneasy feeling grew in her chest as she stared at his pale hand. "No! Don't do it Celestial!" Her eyes swiveled to meet Perseus's. He flinched at her hard stare as an unwanted feeling overwhelmed her. "The chance to be free Celes, away from those horrid gods." She suddenly stood up straight. All eyes flew to her. She wasn't sure what had broken when Luke Castellan had called her that, only he called her that. She stared at the boy in front of her, her bright blue eyes much too pained. His long pale scar that left not only a physical wound, but an internal one that he would be stuck with for ages. But above it all, was the trickery that drowned his essence, that sense of darkness that she knew had no innocence in. He had chosen this, and now he would pay for it. So when she grasped her hand, and found his victorious smile she had no regret as she lifted her fist and socked him on the jaw. He roared in pain and clutched his face. Crimson streamed through the gaps of his hands, her own hand was stained red, and not her own blood for once, but someone else's. And for some reason it terrified her, a sick feeling grew and she felt nauseous. Fellow demi-gods leaped out to try and catch her, but suddenly chaos arose and her own cry was swallowed up into the noise.
Perhaps that cry was not out of pain, confusion, nor rage, but frustration. What did the fates want with her?
Authors note:
This is my apology.
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