The red headed girl panted, eyes watery as the blood covered her hands and arms. It was in her hair, across her face, on her clothes. The smell of death was stuck to her like she was Thanatos himself. Bright grey eyes now dull and lifeless as they stared at her. The smell of sickness, of disease stained her clothes and her body.
Your fault.
Your fault.
Your fault.
"I'm s-sorry," the girls voice broke into a sob.
Her heart's shattered pieces digging into her shins. She was kneeling on the floor against her broken heart, praying for forgiveness from someone. From the girl who's blood is covering her body. From the woman who laid on her bed, her breath taken from her in her sleep.
Your fault.
His fault.
Your fault.
His fault.
Your fault.
"You did this!" The girl shouted, against the sky. "I didn't do this! You did! You did this!"
And she screamed. She screamed until her voice was hoarse. Until her throat was getting ready to close up. Until her breath was taken from her chest.
You are a killer, the voice boomed. You will be punished.
A door was thrown open and a boy, a year younger then her stared at the scene in front of her. When the girl looked at the younger boy, she saw the horror and it will haunt her as much as the gray, lifeless ones.
"Run," he told her quietly, closing the door quickly. "Run, they will want to kill you, you need to run."
"No," she cried out. "I didn't—I—I didn't—"
"I don't care!" He shouted before swallowing thickly. He took a deep breath. "Run, Day. Run because they will want to kill you."
"A–A trial," she said as tears mixed with the blood. "I'll g-get a—"
"And you will be found guilty!" The boy whispered yelled. "Look at this!"
"I didn't!" she cried out desperately. "Please, please believe me."
The boy stared at the scene and she knew it was probably impossible for him to believe her. She can't blame him.
"I can give you ten minutes, Day, run."
"I can't leave them—"
"Run!" He shouted.
The girl's eyes glanced at the bodies. She didn't want to leave them. She didn't want to abandon them but when she looked at the boy, she knew. She knew that she had no choice.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Anastasia Amorette is not good at many things. Especially when it comes to fighting for herself. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The only thing she's decent at, is healing and running from her past. Hoping it never gets revealed. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ She should've known she'd never be the teller of her story. As the gods love tragedy as much as they love themselves ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝐈. all rights go to rick riordan except anastasia amorette, savannah escarra, and their storylines
𝐈𝐈. i would like to point out i do not have an upload schedule, i tried to upload often at least five times a month but i'm struggling for at the moment lmao
𝐈𝐈𝐈. everyone is aged up a year except luke, he's still nineteen, and annabeth still arrived at seven. the prophecy just happens at 17 and percy arrives at thirteen
anastasia's ages through the books (percy is just a few months younger): tlt—14 som and ttc—15 botl—16 tlo—17
𝐈𝐕. it's probs going to take like a few weeks before i post the very first chapter but i'm super exited !!!!
𝐕. lastly, i love comments, so comment ALL you want bc i eat that shit up i love them <3 even it's just a random thing that happened that day <3
