In a whirlwind of Wars, Prophecies, and Destines, a group of children fight to survive one 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 simpl...
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Icaria Eleanor Kane
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The Destined
Absentmindedly, Icaria twirled the small golden dagger, that Apollo had given her, in her hand. Light was just beginning to come through the window, as she watched Percy Jackson swim laps back and forth in the lake behind the cabins. No matter how hard she tried, the Demigod couldn't look away from the boy that she knew was struggling on the inside. At the same time, she was struggling herself. Unsure of how to share her thoughts with her friends. War was coming for them, sooner than anyone wanted to admit. And it seemed Icaria and Percy were perfectly in the middle. In the eye of the hurricane. For now, everything was silent. Icaria knew better though. She knew what was in store for all of camp.
Demigod dreams were keeping her up at night, constant weapon training was turning her limbs numb, and the kids needing a shoulder to cry on were piling up. The days were getting shorter, and smoke turned the sky red. There was no one else to turn to, and the gods were about to abandon them.
Cabin Sevens door opened quietly, and Annabeth and Blair walked in like ghosts. They watched the daughter of Hestia sit in silence, stuck in her own thoughts of torment. The two Demigods were sure her thoughts matched their own. Annabeth and Blair looked at one another, sorrow clearly evident in their eyes. Their third piece was tearing herself apart. And they didn't know how to help her.
Annabeth stepped forward, placing a soft hand on her best friend's shoulder. Icaria did not jump or move away. She simply just continued sitting there. The daughter of Athena couldn't tell what she was looking at, just that it was somewhere off in the distance.
"Ria, you know you can talk to us, right? We're always going to be here for you." There was a pleading tone to Annabeth's voice, one that usually wasn't there. She needed to know that her friend was somewhere in there still. No matter how long it took, Annabeth would help Icaria find her way back.
