In a whirlwind of Wars, Prophecies, and Destines, a group of children fight to survive a single day at a time. In the eye of the hurricane, stands the only Daughter of Hestia, and a son of Poseidon. Will they be able to survive it all, or will they...
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Icaria Leigh Kane
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The Destined
Icaria twirled the small dagger in her hand, that Apollo had given her. She looked out the window of her cabin, and watched as Percy Jackson swam laps back and forth in the lake. No matter how hard she tried, the demigod couldn't look away from the boy that she knew was struggling. Yet, at the same time, she was struggling herself. Her demigod dream had kept her up the entire night. Icaria felt like her days were getting shorter, and she had no idea who to turn to this time.
Without her knowing, the cabin door opened up quietly, and Annie along with Kali, walked inside. They watched the daughter of Hestia sit in silence, stuck in her own thoughts of torment. The two friends looked at one another, sorrow clear in their eyes, watching their third piece tear herself apart.
Annie stepped forward quietly, placing a soft hand on her best friend's shoulder. Icaria didn't jump or move away. She just sat as still as a Greek stature."Ria, you know you can talk to us right? We're always going to be here for you." There was a pleading tone to her voice that Annabeth usually didn't have.
Finally, Icaria tore her eyes from the lake, and looked into the light grey eyes of Annabeth. After a moment, she turned to look into Kali's deep brown, almost black eyes. She sighed, turning her golden eyes to the golden dagger in her hand.
There were words that she wanted to say, but they stayed caught in the daughter of Hestia's throat. As she closed her eyes for only a moment, flashes of her nightmare played across her vision. Icaria's heart clenched, and she opened her eyes quickly. No, those words could not be spoken.
"In the Odyssey, Homer wrote: 'The gods envy us, because we're mortal. Because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful, because we are doomed.' All of us live each moment, as if it might be our last. Nothing is ever certain, especially with the cards that we were dealt with. Gods and Fates play with our lives. They don't care if we live or if we die. Yet, we're envied even though we become nothing more than star dust. I'm not ready to just be another pawn and die a soldiers death."
