━━ ❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 to shine like a star you must burn
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[ i. completed / edited
ii. previously called folklore
iii. extended summary inside
iv. book 1 of the greek tragedy series ]
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━━━━━━━ CASSIE WASN'T getting a good vibe from the place, but she decided, she didn't care much if there was food.
Flanking the entrance, as advertised, were two cement garden gnomes, ugly bearded little runts, smiling and waving, as if they were about to get their picture taken.
Again another creepy thing, the whole abandoned aura it had, the place really needed a good re-branding.
They crossed the street, following the smell of the hamburgers. Cassie was ready to die, all for that smell.
"Hey..." Grover warned.
"The lights are on inside," Annabeth said. "Maybe it's open."
"Snack bar," Percy said wistfully.
Cass looked at the place "I would kill for a good hamburger."
Percy did a face of delight "me too."
"Are you two crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird."
They ignored him.
"Grover, I'm sure we can find some cans for you." Cassie began walking inside, the rest soon followed.
The front was a forest of statues: cement animals, cement children, even a cement satyr playing the pipes, which gave Grover the creeps even more.
"Bla-ha-hal" he bleated. "Looks like my Uncle Ferdinand!"
His Uncle Ferdinand didn't know how to pose, his face was all horror stricken and scared.
They stopped at the warehouse door.
"Don't knock," Grover pleaded. "I smell monsters."
"Your nose is clogged up from the Furies," Annabeth told him. "All I smell is burgers. Aren't you hungry?"
"Meat!" he said scornfulty. "I'm a vegetarian."
"You eat cheese enchiladas," Cassie said.
"And aluminum cans," Percy added.
"Those are vegetables. Come on. Let's leave. These statues are ... looking at me."
Cassie looked around "and I'm Medusa."
Grover wasn't amused.
Then the door creaked open, and standing in front of them was a tall Middle Eastern woman-at least.
Cass assumed she was Middle Eastern, because she wore a long black gown (hijab?) that covered everything but her hands, and her head was completely veiled.
Her eyes glinted behind a curtain of black gauze, but that was about all she could make out.
Her coffee-colored hands looked old, but well-manicured and elegant, Cassie imagined she had murdered her old husband and with the money built the place.
