"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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It was early in the morning when Kiwáni and Clarisse found themselves off the coast of Virginia Beach. The pair of demigods did not fall back asleep after the Cetus attack, instead using that time to watch the water for any movement and scales.
The daughter of Apollo could not shake the feeling of being watched, the eyes of the great sea monster had shook her more than she would have liked to admit. They were bright green, and even while the sea creature was attaching the ship, Kiwáni felt as if the eyes had been trained on her. They had been calculating, and familiar. It was only in the morning, as the girl watched the sunrise, that she finally make the connection.
They had been Percy's eyes.
The air in Virginia Beach was hot and humid, something Kiwáni did not like. Yes, the hot air made her feel as though she was close to home, but she did not like how her skin was glistening in sweat, and how if she wiped it away, the sweat would appear again only moments later. She could not understand how Annabeth had lived here for so long when she was young.
The vessel was sailing through the surrounding water at an alarming speed when they heard a large roar off to the side of them. Clarisse immediately jumped up and went to the gunnery deck, which had recently become her favorite part of the iron ship, and ordered for cannons to be readied.
"Follow the sound!"
The CSS Birmingham turned slightly to the left, and followed a rather sketchy river covered in excess vines and trees. The large boat was tearing through the brush, and making so much sound that Kiwáni's body was rattling along with the engine.
