"in the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?"
dorothy trelawney, a girl out of time with a goddess to save and a world to learn.
(fem!o/c x jason grace)
book one of four : the lost hero - the son of neptune
i only own dorothy trel...
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DOROTHY'S FACE WAS wet with tears when she woke up. She somehow ended up with her head on Jason's lap while she slept so her neck wasn't killing her. Wiping at her face, she looked back down at her hat, she recognized the animal pinned to her hat now, it was a polecat, one of the patron animals of Hecate.
"You alright?" Jason asked quietly.
Dorothy looked at him over her shoulder, she was sure her face was on its way to turning red from the crying. She shook her head as she looked down at her hat, trying to collect her thoughts. Her father went looking for her as best as he could. Her whole gang didn't doubt her for a second.
"I had another dream about the past," Dorothy frowned, "it showed me what happened the night Jonathon and I disappeared."
She took a shaky breath.
"Jonathon, he wrote a letter that made it look like we were running away together," Dorothy furrowed her eyebrows, "he was trying to say that I was pushing intentions into his mind to make him want to betray the gang and run off but, I've never used magic back then, I didn't know I had magic, I was under the impression my mom died of pneumonia until she claimed me."
Jason put his hand on her shoulder, bringing her attention back to him. He had a comforting smile on his face.
"My father never doubted me for a second," Dorothy let out a sob, "he thought that Jonathon would lead me to the Camp because he was already planning to leave for it soon but for some reason we went south through the desert in Utah Territory."
Piper and Leo who were now awake for her dilemmas took a minute to sit with her. All four of them had different stories to tell, yet, they all understood what she was going through exactly.
Finally they broke camp, Dorothy fixed Pipers splint, and they started down the tunnel.
It twisted and turned and seemed to go on forever. Dorothy wasn't sure they were walking into, she's already seen so much in the past three days, and she knew that whatever next was going to amaze her in some other horrific way— she just had to wait.
Instead, they found polished metal doors with no handles, each one engraved with a cursive letter M. Dorothy pressed her hands to the doors and tried pushing in but they didn't budge. She frowned as she looked to the sign next to the doors.
