Sign of the Times

I guess that is why they call it a tragic love story, no one wins in the end

When I walked back over,  no one was really surprised about the 'walking' part of that sentence, so I assume they saw the little interaction. Maybe it was the sour/annoyed/pissed off expression on my face, but I was very thankful when no one asked what was said.

"So," Bianca started, sitting down next to me. "We are twinning, being from the past, I mean."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yup. Apparently I was trapped in time while in a casino." I look over to her. I can't say I am surprised, but I guess Hades still remains the only one go the big three to not break the oath. 

"Ah, that . . . that is . . ."

"I have a question for you," she interrupted.

"Hit me." I am already preparing my 'NOOOO WE AREN'T SIBLINGS!' rant. She can't know. 

"How did you adjust?" Alright, not what I thought.

"Adjust to what?"

"Life after, you know . . . " she trailed off, her eyes staring at the ground like she was trying to beat it in a staring contest. 

"After I figured out I missed 80 years of the world?" She nodded. "It was hard. It didn't help that I went off on my own the first chance I got. I had to try and pretend I wasn't really like 80 years old, how to get around, hell, I even had to re-figure out how to interact with people. It was really hard, and really scary. You  are lucky, though. You are surrounded by people who care what happens to you, that will help you find your way around."

I think back to all the times I "misconducted myself" or caught myself staring at some random, rather simple contraction that blew my 1900s mind. I was all alone. 

I look around at the people around the campfire. Percy, Thalia, Grover, Bianca. I'm not alone anymore. I don't have to be alone. Too bad I figured this out at the end of my life. Too bad I didn't realize this months ago when I still had time. Too bad. 

"Can you promise me something?" Bianca asked. She grabbed my hand.

"Promise is a strong word, Bianca . . ." My mothers always told me to not make promises. She told me to never put that burden on myself. Whatever, fuck it. My mom and I aren't necessarily on the best terms. I am all over the place right now. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

"Help Nico out. Be what you wish you had for Nico, make sure he isn't doing it alone." Hahahahahaha, well, he is my brother as well! hahahahahah. Ignoring the annoying voice in my head that is still laughing about how ironic my life is, my heart was thoroughly warmed at Bianca's request. 

But, I can't do it. That would require me living long enough to help him out. I can't really help him if I can't help myself.

"I will. I will make sure he doesn't do it alone. I promise." Ah, why do I do this?

Our little one-sided, sisterly bonding moment came to a quick end when a car skids to a stop besides us. Scratch that, it wasn't just a car but a whole ass hot pink limo.

I stood up and walked over to the limo. You may be thinking, 'why would you walk over to the random limo in the middle of a desert? Literally the plot of many horror movies!' I DON'T KNOW. I HAVE BEEN HAVING A WEEK OKAY??? I AM VERY DONE RIGHT NOW. ALL I WANT IS A NICE HOT BATH AND SOME SILENCE FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE.

But anyways, going up to the limo came back to bite me in the ass. Shocker. 

A sword found my throat the second the door was opened, leaving no one time to react. Zoe and Bianca's bows were dropped to the ground, followed by Thalia's spear. Percy's sword was the only one that didn't fall to the ground and remained pointed at the lovely person who has a sword to my throat.