Rewriting to improve writing.
"Gods are born out of the need of humans but they shall die at the hands of the ones they've wronged."
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The world of demigods has never been a safe one, plagued by monsters, the wrath of gods, and the impending d...
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Most people are other people. Their thoughts are other people's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
༺♥༻ Tw- Luke and Y/n being bad role models. DO NOT SMOKE WITHOUT A SAFEi ENVIRONMENT AND TRUSTED PEOPLE NEARBY. DON'T SMOKE AT ALL. IT'S BAD. THEY'RE DEMIGODS. YOU'RE NOT.
Song- Alone- Park Eun Ji + Christmas tree- V
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Y/n was not fine.
The light of her room hit her eyes as she slowly blinked, her head throbbing from the pain. The feeling of a wet cloth on her forehead brought her back into the plane of existence as she blinked, shivering as she felt the slightly cold shirt she was made to wear. "Y/n!" Maliah gasped out as she shifted the chair beside her bed closer, sniffling a little. The girl had tear stains down her cheeks, her eyes bloodshot like she had been crying for a while. Her lips were dried out and bruised, the skin bitted off the inner corner.
Y/n raised her hand slowly, her fingers caressing her cheek as she tried to smile, only to feel a stabbing pain on the side of her face, eliciting a gasp from her. Pulling the hand back, she placed a hand on her left eye and stared right at Maliah, her sobbing form still visible. However, as soon as she switched her hand..
Maliah vanished. All she saw was a blurry screen, the pain dimming once more as her facial muscles relaxed.
"Move."
Y/n got up, sitting on the side of the bed as Maliah sobbed, her face buried in her palms. The door was closed after Maliah had kicked the others out, all because she was scared of how her friend's reaction would be. For a while, the only sounds in the room were the crying sounds from Maliah and the soft, slow breathing from Y/n as she looked down at her knees, her hands gripping the side of the bed. Then she stood up and so did Maliah, trying to stop her friend from going towards the mirror.
"Y/n please," Maliah begged as she gripped her friend's arm, trying to stop her from looking at herself.
But y/n did.
Standing in front of the mirror, the girl looked at her reflection. A single e/c colored eye looked back at her, the left side of her face unrecognizable. The beak of the Raven had tore open the skin completely, ripping a few nerves without doubt. The eye seemed to be blank, staring back without vision as the healing scar ran deep. It ran from the edge of her lip to the top of her eyelid, scarring the face she was used to looking at. The young girl who had come to camp half blood was gone, and she didn't even get to bid her farewell.
"Maliah, get out," She said, still staring at the new girl in the mirror. Her hair was open, the h/c colored hair falling down the side of her face. Her lips has the same color to them, her facial marks still there, but she didn't recognise this girl.
