𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 [ᕼᑭ ᙭ ᑭᒍO]

XXIV || "She still have hots for your dad"

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"I'll buy you a whole resturent, Percy but please let's get out of here."

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

Walking through the woods along the New Jersey riverbank was not how Lilith's other quests went. The glow of New York City making the night sky yellow behind them, and the smell of the Hudson reeking in their noses.

This was a new experience for her. Grover was shivering and braying his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror beside her. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once."

Lilith was pretty much astonished as well, with the way the Furies behaved and how the quest was going.

But Annabeth kept pulling them along, saying: "Come on! The farther away we get, the better."

"All our money was back there," Percy reminded her. "Our food and clothes. Everything."

Lilith muttered, "I still have my bag." and the both demigods gave her a glare.

"Well, maybe if you hadn’t decided to jump into the fight—" Annabeth started.

"What did you want me to do? Let you get killed?" Percy threw up his hands up in air, frustratedly.

"You didn’t need to protect me, Percy. I would’ve been fine." Annabeth snapped. "Lilith almost killed the other one if you wouldn't had shown up!"

"Hey! Don't involve me in this!" Lilith said.

Annabeth crossed her arms, "we would have been completely fine, Percy."

"Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in, "but fine." Lilith snorted.

"Shut up, goat boy," said Annabeth.

Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans…a perfectly good bag of tin cans."

Lilith observed her surroundings as they sloshed across mushy ground, through nasty twisted trees that smelled like sour laundry didn't helped the situation they were into. Lilith loved forests, she is a capricorn for heaven's sake but this forest was giving her bad vibes.

After a few minutes, Lilith saw Annabeth fell into line next to Percy.

"Look, I…" Annabeth's voice faltered. "I appreciate your coming back for us, okay? That was really brave."

"We’re a team, right?"

She was silent for a few more steps and tried best not to over-hear their voices. "It’s just that if you died…aside from the fact that it would really suck for you, it would mean the quest was over. This may be my only chance to see the real world."

The thunderstorm had finally let up. The city glow faded behind them, leaving them in almost total darkness though Lilith could see nearly perfectly.

"You haven’t left Camp Half-Blood since you were seven?" Percy whispered.

Lilith tried to block all the voices as she heard leaves rustling, the others didn't noticed but Lilith was sure there was something following them.

She squinted her eyes as her eyes turned purple and she saw a figure moving. Her hands curling the mist as she moved a little forward but she found no one.

The girl turned to her companions but hand went up to her ears as she desperately trying to block the shrill toot-toot-toot, like the sound of an owl being tortured.