"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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IT TOOK ALL four of them to hold back the satyr.
"Whoa, Coach!" Jason said. "Bring it down a few notches."
A younger man charged into the room, sword at the ready, his strange clothes had Dorothy tilting her head as she pulled the satyr back as best as she could. His shirt, which read "cornhuskers" cut off at the shoulders, his pants were fuzzy and dark, making Dorothy wonder what other people wore to bed in this day and age. His long sword glittered in the sunlight as he held it up, ready to tear into anything. His muscled arms were covered in scars, and his face, framed by curly dark hair, had a certain appeal to it despite the scars that covered it.
The young man— probably Lit— immediately focused onto Jason like he was the biggest threat, and stalked toward him, swinging his sword overhead.
"Hold on!" Piper stepped forward, trying for her best calming voice. "This is just a misunderstanding! Everything's fine."
Lit stopped in his tracks, but he still looked wary. At least her charmspeak worked... unlike Leos fire. It didn't help that Hedge was screaming, "I'll get them! Don't worry!"
"Coach," Jason pleaded, "they may be friendly. Besides, we're trespassing in their house."
"Thank you!" said the old man in the bathrobe. "Now, who are you, and why are you here?"
"Let's all put our weapons down," Piper said. "Coach, you first."
Hedge clenched his jaw. "Just one thwack?"
"No," Piper said.
"What about a compromise? I'll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I'll apologize."
"No!" Piper insisted.
"Meh." Coach Hedge lowered his club.
Piper gave Lit an apologetic smile. Despite her messy hair and rumpled clothes, Dorothy thought that this girl was still beautiful, and she was grateful for the girls ability.
Lit huffed and sheathed his sword. "You speak well, girl—fortunately for your friends, or I would've run them through."
"Appreciate it," Leo said. "I try not to get run through before lunchtime."
