𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬: (adj.) loving
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"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫."
Esmeralda Antoinette positively infuriated Percy Jackson. If she threw one more pebble at him, he was going to lose it.
Percy Jac...
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(𝙏𝙒: 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙚.)
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𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒. The void sparkled and her hands tingled.
"Esmeralda Ouranos. That is it."
"Denominated after my son? He is quite the despotic being."
"It is not he I am naming her after. Not specifically."
"It is an onerous title. Are you certain that is what you desire to call her?"
The rich tressed woman smiled, "Yes, I am..."
"We will meet through his curse. Where the sky yearns to be reunited with the earth. Where it must be shouldered for eternity."
"As you wish, my dear."
The Garden of the Hesperides was a place dreams were built upon.
Every corner Esmeralda looked, color flourished. The grass sparkled with evening dew and light, as if the moon itself embodied every droplet. Sprouting from it were brilliant, vibrant flowers with glowing centers and sweet aromas. A trickling stream filled to the brim with delicate water lilies and twinkling crystals ran throughout in loops and curls.
The centerpiece of it all, however, was a five story tall apple tree surrounded by obsidian pathways and incandescent butterflies. Draped from the branches were Hera's wedding gift from Zeus: The Golden Apples of Immorality. They dazzled with the radiance of the sun itself and smelled of pure nectar. Esmeralda's stomach rumbled at the thought of a single bite, even just the skin of one, but her mind contended against it. She shook herself from her mesmerized daze to peer cautiously at the dragon coiled unconsciously around the thick trunk.
His skin contorted with each breath and shone hypnotically beneath the golden apples. Whatever luster they produced coated his copper scales to nearly match the gleam of their own. Instead of a simple one to five heads, he honed one hundred that curled and piled atop the other in one, monstrous, deadly mound. They breathed in unconscious unison—all except for one, which was three seconds in delay. He was smaller than the rest, but not a drop less dangerous, Esmeralda was sure.
