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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Many are called, but very few are chosen. Many are chosen, but most of them aren't cursed.
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*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ The first sliver of morning sun peeked in through the curtains, flooding the cabin with a warm glow. The coos of pigeons, the tweeting of early morning birds, caused a stir in the quiet atmosphere that surrounded the cabin. The lush greenery swayed in the wind, the sound of young animals who had started to leave their homes to play in the field before the adults woke up, creating a symphony of life that would have lulled anyone into a state of peace.
As Y/N stirred due to the headache that had clouded her mind, her arms registered the way they were wrapped around something-or someone-ever so lovingly. The sound of soft breathing, the smallest of murmurs, caused her to look down at the boy sleeping against her chest, her heart threatening to burst out of her ribcage. They must have turned and twisted in their sleep because now Luke had his arms around her waist, with his head near her chest because she had moved upwards during her sleep.
His brown hair was messed up due to the friction with his shirt-pillow, his chest heaving as he breathed ever so gently. Every time she felt his warm breath against her skin, she felt her spine tingle, the ache in her ribcage worsening. The scar down the side of his face seemed lighter, his eyelashes brushed against his cheek, his mouth open ever so slightly.
Hesitantly, Y/N reached down and stroked the path down his scar with a finger, her lips parting. The way his skin seemed to bear the memory of his past made him seem so...vulnerable, the fact that it was the only scar on his otherwise unblemished skin making it seem even more tragic. A betrayed hero.
A child betrayed by his own father.
"Aren't you the epitome of mental stability right now?"
She winced as her conscience spoke up. It was something she had grown used to, her very sarcastic and demeaning internal monologue which seemed to never agree with anything she ever did. The last time she had heard it was the time she was leaving camp, when it had called her an interesting choice of words just for deciding to spend time in the Aphrodite cabin instead of going to the camp entrance straight away. Who cares if that's a sign of mental illness, it must be something related to demigods too.
"Didn't know you still existed, thought I was getting better..." She mumbled with a small smile, her fingers cupping the sleeping boy's cheek. Luke let out a small sleepy sound before turning his head and nuzzling into her arm.
"Yeah sure, getting better; you're literally ogling a sleeping boy right now. That's creepy as fuck."
Gods above.
She pressed her lips together, the corner of her lip twitching upwards as the words of her own conscience clashed with her ego. What was that thing Maliah went on and on about again? Id, ego, superego?
