▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑ ‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑
[ᴘ.ᴊ ᴘᴏᴠ]
𝕸𝐞 and Luke this dude with a nasty scar through his eye was headed towards the arena where we were going to spar. That's crazy i would've never imagined myself ervy saying that.
'Yeah me and my new friend Luke are going to fight in the arena' well that's being a demigod for ya.
When me and Luke stepped foot into that arena, we were hit with a crazy scene. There were these two people going at it, like something straight outta an action movie. It was the girl who vanished in the bathroom and the dude who saw what went down with Clarisse, both of 'them were Ares kids
The girl, with her flowing chocolate hair, stepped forward. Her eyes were filled with determination, and she had this mischievous grin on her face. Her sword gleamed in the sunlight as she twirled it like a pro. Every move she made was graceful and precise, like a dancer.
On the other side, the boy stood, muscles tense and ready. His dark eyes were locked in, and his grip on his sword was firm. There was this quiet confidence about him that sent chills down my spine.
As the fight kicked off, the clash of steel echoed through the air. The girl's strikes were lightning-fast and deadly. She moved with such grace, effortlessly dodging and parrying the boy's attacks. Her footwork was on point, like she was dancing with her opponent.
But the boy wasn't backing down. He fought back with all his might. His strikes were powerful, each swing packed with raw strength. He moved with agility, deflecting the girl's blows like a pro.
I glanced back at Luke, a smirk playing on his face as we took in the intense scene unfolding before us. "Who are those two?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me. Luke chuckled, clearly finding my question amusing. "That's Lysander and Elara," he replied, "They're Ares kids, right?" I nodded, assuming their parentage based on their fierce demeanor. But Luke burst into laughter, catching me off guard.
"No, Elara is actually Persephone's daughter, she's too sweet to be an Ares kid" he explained. I was taken aback. "Wait, like the queen of the underworld?" I exclaimed, seeking confirmation. Luke nodded, confirming my surprise. "Yep, she's the first demigod child of Persephone."
Shifting my focus back to the battle, I watched in awe as Elara skillfully brought Lysander down, her sword pressed against his throat. A triumphant grin spread across her face, sweat dripping from her brow. With a flourish, she tossed her sword aside and extended her hand to help Lysander up.
"You sure she's too sweet?" I asked Luke, the way she fought would say otherwise.
Luke chuckled, shaking his head. "Elara Harlow wouldn't hurt a fly."
Elara smiled as the audience of demigods applauded her. She then removed her sword from Lysander's neck, extended her hand to him, and helped him to his feet before returning his weapon.
As Elara grabbed a water bottle and chugged it down, I saw Luke approach her, and I followed suit. "The student finally beat the teacher, huh?" Luke remarked, a playful tone in his voice. Elara turned towards him, her grin widening.
"Oh, I still have another teacher to beat," she replied, her laughter filling the air. I noticed her quick glance in my direction before focusing back on Luke.
"Have you met Percy yet?" Luke asked. Elara nodded. "I saw him when he was drowning Claire and Lysander in toilet water," Elara said, Lysander grumbled behind her sending a through glare my way.
"I'm Elara" she introduced herself with a smile, and I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. "Percy," I replied, my voice slightly tinged with excitement. Luke went off to gather the rest of the crew, leaving me alone with Elara.
[ᴇ.ʜ ᴘᴏᴠ]
As I watched Luke walk away, I turned back to Percy and our eyes locked. His deep ocean blue eyes met my sky blue ones, and I couldn't help but feel a rush through my body. "So, how are you finding everything so far?" I asked
He paused for a moment before responding, "Uh, it's alright, but it's..." I could sense a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Not what you imagined?" I interrupted, curious to know more. He nodded, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. "You don't have a cabin," he blurted out, immediately blushing and apologizing. cute.
I couldn't help but laugh at his candidness. "No worries! It's true, I don't have a cabin of my own. I usually stay in Hermes or Demeter, but mostly Demeter," I explained. Percy tilted his head, clearly intrigued.
"Why Demeter?" he asked, genuinely curious. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before answering. "Well, Demeter is like my grandmother, and it's also closer to cabin 5," I replied, hoping he would understand.
He seemed taken aback by my response. "Why would you want to stay by that cabin?" he said, his tone turning slightly rude. I could feel Lysander's glare from behind me, clearly not pleased with Percy's comment.
"There's nothing wrong with the Ares cabin," Sander said defensively, and I nodded in agreement. Curiosity piqued, I asked, "What's wrong with the cabin?" He shook his head, searching for the right words. "It's just...there uh...violent."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the stereotype. "It's in their nature to be violent and competitive. It's genetic," I explained, trying to shed some light on the matter. Turning to Lysander, my brother figure, I playfully shooed him away, and he responded with an eye roll before heading to his own cabin.
"When I first came to camp, I had no memory. The Hermes, Apollo, and Ares cabins were the only ones who even tried to help me," I revealed,
Percy's eyes widened in shock. "You didn't have any memory? Like, at all?" he asked, clearly taken aback. I shook my head, recalling the fragments of my past. "I had a few memories of my dad, but it's more like dreams. I can barely remember what he looks like," I confessed, the uncertainty evident in my voice.
"What do you remember?" he asked, his curiosity evident. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. "I remember my dad getting killed by a hellhound, and then it's all a bit blurry. I just remember running from it," I muttered, the memories still haunting me.
As I shared my recollections, I noticed Luke returning with a group of other demigod children.
