The Daughter of the Hearth

chapter 12

It was a dark and gloomy night. The owls hooted outside our tent which made me fearful of exciting. Both my friends were injured. Physically and mentally, not to mention emotionally unstable. Even if Nyx wasn't injured she still couldn't go a day without crying. She was depressed. And Charlie, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if he would perish. It was hopeless. Nyx could die from misery.That look in the eye had scarred her for life. I didn't know what would happen to me either. I didn't want it to be this way, I knew everything for one minute, five seconds of protecting the World. Of course who would? I wouldn't be here if it were not for my friends. Although I was the one who ran through the boundary, hoping for the best. I still must do what I can.

For Charlie, I took my cloak and wet it down. I cleaned his many wounds. Nyx, I didn't know what to do with her. I must have had to cleanse her soul with words.

"Nyx, may I speak with you?"

"No." she replied.

"Listen"

"It was the same Manticore that killed my father, and he wasn't even a demigod!"

"I know, well let me tell you something," My heart was pounding. "I asked the oracle about my fate, that night a few weeks back, it didn't give mine though, I think it gave yours."