𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ✦
Eurydice Ramirez is an unclaimed
demigod, until she isn't. But she never
wanted to be claimed in the first place.
❝ I'm 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 to be 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 about
it, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏' like an absolute 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 about it. ❞
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CHAPTER NINE ━━ GASLIGHTING 𝟏𝟎𝟏 WITH THE GOD OF WAR
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SHE FELT LIKE THERE WAS A TICKING TIME BOMB in her head as Eurydice, Grover and Annabeth watched from down below a helicopters circled the gateway arch Percy had just jumped off of. They had no idea whether or not he was still alive. They didn't even know if he had managed to jump into the water in time for Echidna and the Chimera to get to him. She felt the worry aching at her as she bite her nails out of habit.
There was smoke up above the gateway arch, and it was slightly destroyed from the fight with the monster and Echidna. She wasn't sure what had happened up there, but Percy wasn't anywhere in sight. And there was police and ambulances all around the place so the group, minus Percy had to stay behind as to not look suspicious. She ached to go and search for Percy, but that wasn't a smart decision right now.
Grover muttered nervously under the gaze of the there old ladies watching them out of the corner of their eyes. "They're looking at us." He sounded nervous. "What's wrong with that? They're just old ladies. Right?" Eurydice asked him in confusion. Grover sighed. "Well— they aren't just any old ladies Eurydice." He grimaced, trying to find a better way to explain this to her. The old ladies were watching them as they held sewing supplies in their hands. They stared right at the three of them intently, like they had done something to them personally.
It was a little creepy the way they stared at them, like they were waiting for something to happen. Annabeth and Grover shared a look. "Eurydice." Annabeth addressed the other girl. "Those are the fates." She paused significantly. "I'm sorry, the what?" She muttered in confusion. The old ladies stares intensified, continuing to wool their threads together aggressively. She faintly remembered a story her mom had told her.
A story about three women who represented the inescapable destiny of humanity, who personified birth, life and death. Those words were her mother's who had warned her of what roles the fates had played in every single greek hero's life. Orpheus had been warned by the fates not to go down to the Underworld, but he did it anyways. The fates controlled your destiny, and whether or not you would live or die.
