🌷 "We're Greek, Percy. We're all born with tragedy in our blood."
The only thing Daphne could ever be sure of was that she was not meant to be alive. Whatever you wanted to call it - a gut feeling or just some serious anxiety, she couldn't shake th...
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chapter III
🏹 Though her back was as stiff as stone and her body felt like hardened clay, Daphne had never felt more alive in her life.
Or... at least in a while, since the feeling of anything felt foreign right now. She hadn't lost the feeling in any part of her body, so walking was fine, though she'd never been too good at it in the first place. She trudged alongside the trio, but felt as though they were slowing down for her.
She was more so stumbling along. Her mind was still in a daze, especially when Annabeth and Grover were trying to recount the blind spots in her memory.
Daphne felt bad about it, but she was only half-listening. She caught words and phrases here and there, such as "Thalia - pine tree..." and "Medusa ... don't know why the vines...", and her favourite of all: "Why didn't you die?"
She couldn't answer it. The last thing Daphne remembered was stumbling half dead into an old warehouse, weak from her fight and travelling alone. She was thirsty and starving, and Aunty Em was happy enough to feed her before turning her to stone. She pulled off her shawl to reveal a horrible, scaly head with the most piercing red eyes. Her teeth were bared in a hiss, and after that she thought there would be nothing. Instead it was like she blinked, and everything went from sunrise to sunset.
She should've died, she knew that much. But she hadn't, and she didn't want to curse it. Daphne stopped listening entirely when they recounted their meeting with Medusa, almost shuddering at the memory of her.
Everyone was pretty miserable that night.
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 as much as they could carry from the warehouse - some food and blankets from Aunty Em's, but Annabeth scolded Percy when he suggested lighting a fire to dry their damp clothes. The Furies, Medusa and Stranger Stone Girl had provided enough excitement for one day, they didn't want to attract anything else.
