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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Not yet corpses; still we rot.
༺♥༻ Tw- everything going downhill from this chapter.
Song- Daddy issues- The Neighborhood.
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In the silent expanse of her inner world, she found herself captivated by the judges seated before her. Their hands moved with deliberation, turning the scorecards to gauge her performance. A nervous quiver ran through her fingers, the snug Aka belt encircling her waist seeming to restrict her breath. Beads of sweat clung to her black hair, glistening on her forehead and cheek. Over his shoulder, the vigilant eyes of the referees stood poised to record her scores. As a lone whistle pierced the air from the referee on the far right, the others swiftly unveiled their scores. A fleeting twitch graced the corner of her lips as she suppressed a smile. She mentally tallied her numbers, comparing them to those revealed by the preceding contestants. Upon the second whistle and the subsequent lowering of the cards, she gracefully bowed, retreated from the mat, and made her exit.
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Y/n ran out towards the man who sat in the crowd, a big smile on his rugged face. He wore a simple dark red shirt over a pair of loose jeans, the sleeves rolled up specifically to show his bulging muscles or so she guessed. His hair was slightly fucked up due to the helmet that rested on the seat beside him, where she had also placed her bag and hoodie which she had taken off to change to her do-gi.
"Look!" She said happily, showing off the gold medal that hung from her neck to her teacher. Her fingers almost shook with happiness as she held herself back from jumping up and down in glee.
"I knew you'd win!" praised the man as he pulled out a light blue polaroid camera.
Y/n knew that camera well. Whenever she won something, got something that made her smile in pride of herself, Amell would pull that camera out to snap pictured of her. She didn't know where the pictures went because she couldn't return to her house with them, owing to the fact that her mother didn't quite like seeing her martial arts medals and awards. If she had to guess, she would tell you about how she imagined Mister Amell placing the polaroids on his wall and stepping back with teary eyes, admiring his student and the things he had made her do to achieve glory. It was very dramatic, but y/n was a dramatic girl.
As she held the medal up along with the certificate, smiling brightly, the man clicked a picture of her. Once the polaroid rolled out, he pulled it out and began to shake it while holding it up towards the light to help it develop faster.
"Can we go home now?" The girl asked as she took off the upper and lower of the gi and folded it nearly, tying it using her belt and tucking it away into her bag with practiced movements. Though happy, she was still concerned about her mother who was probably awaiting her daughter's return. There wasn't one day that went by without y/n worrying for her dear mother, worrying for the future and when the episodes will definitely inevitably return.
