"all powers have two sides: the power to create and the power to destroy. we must recognize them both, but invest our gifts on the side of creation"- Robin Wall Kimmerer (Braiding Sweetgrass)
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in which a daughter of Apollo strives to truly know he...
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@themarymagdalene presents center place— percy jackson and the olympians
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the hollywood entrance to hell
Annabeth's great idea to get the four teenagers to the entrance of the underworld was to pay someone, which was unbelievable, as they did not have any money. But that fact did not deter her, as she loaded the group into a back of a Vegas taxi and told the driver, "Los Angeles, please."
"That's three hundred miles. For that, you gotta pay up front."
"You accept casino debit cards?" she asked, pulling out the card from the Lotus Casino. She held it up into the light once the cab man looked at her with suspicion. "Swipe it."
As he did, the meter machine started ratting and the lights flashed. Finally, an infinity symbol cage up next to the dollar sign. The cab driver looked pretty surprised, as did the three other teenagers in the car. He looked back at them wide eyes, "Where to in Los Angeles... your Highness?"
Annabeth sat a little taller, and Kiwáni saw a little smirk grace the girl's face.
"The Santa Monica Pier," the daughter of Athena spoke. She paused, and looked the man right in his eyes. "Get us there, and you can keep the change."
The cab's speedometer never dipped below ninety-five.
┌── ⋆⋅ ☀︎ ⋅⋆ ──┐ └── ⋆⋅ ☀︎ ⋅⋆ ──┘
The group had plenty of time to talk on the way to the pier. Kiwáni shared her experience at the Lotus Casino, and showed the paper with the vague words on it. Annabeth was sure they were words of prophesy, but the daughter of Apollo quickly shot it down. Prophecies only come from the Oracle at camp, or have been transcribed from a previous one a long time ago. This came from a busted Zoltar machine. That thought process made Kiwáni feel less anxious about the whole ordeal.
