🌷 "We're Greek, Percy. We're all born with tragedy in our blood."
The only thing Daphne could ever be sure of was that she was not meant to be alive. Whatever you wanted to call it - a gut feeling or just some serious anxiety, she couldn't shake th...
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chapter VI
🌷 The next few days were torture, just like Tantalus wanted. He put her whole cabin on the worst chores for the rest of the week, and forced Daphne to clean out the pegasi stables every single night, on her own. The Hermes cabin glared at her every time she came in, obviously blaming her for their misfortune, and she avoided their gazes self-consciously.
It felt like everybody was mad at her right now apart from Percy. She hadn't spoken to Annabeth about Tyson, trying to keep the peace until they both burst. When Daphne got the time between her different chores, their conversations were clipped and short.
Finally, there was an afternoon away from her work. Kitty noticed how stretched thin she was and offered to clean the stables for her, leaving Daphne a few hours to relax by the canoe lake with Percy and Annabeth. She was laying on the blanket as the other two sat cross-legged, studying a plan for the chariot races Annabeth had started to doodle.
It was relatively quiet for a while, considering Annabeth had been micro-managing the sketches as per usual. Daphnes head was nestled into her arms, eyes fluttered closed. Between all the chores she had been forced to take up and her continuous sword fighting training, the little amount of time she got to sleep was spent laying rigid in her mattress on the ground, afraid to fall asleep and face her nightmares. Daphne was pretty sure she was cranky, and it showed. Percy had given her a very concerned look when she joined them and slumped over, giving them no explanation.
She wondered if she had dozed off for a second, because before she knew it, a couple of Aphrodite kids had stopped beside their blanket and she was looking at three pairs of expensive designer shoes.
"Hey, Percy," one of the girls giggled. "Do you need to borrow some of my waterproof eyeliner for your eye? Oh, sorry... I mean eyes."
Her brothers guaffed as they walked away laughing. Daphne sighed and opened her eyes, lazily looking at the lake before them. Percy had been teased mercilessly after Tyson was claimed - it was obvious his past days had been as torturus as hers.
