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CHAPTER 17 ↷ POISON AND PROMISES
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THIS WAS it. aloras last day at camp. its been five years and the brunette was finally going home.
the emerald eyed camper was currently packing her bags, the events of a few nights ago replaying in her mind like a broken record. she was claimed. after years of blood, sweat and tears, alora porch was finally seen by her father.
was it worth it, though?
the brunette didn't know. she felt. . .the complete same. everything was normal. she still had to train, she still had to do chores, she still had to hide her jewellery from the other residents of the hermes cabin ( for if she did not the stolls would not hesitate stealing it! ) and she still felt like she had wasted her time trying to impress a stupid god that doesn't give two shits about her.
yet, the girl was kind of.. grateful. had it not been for her quest to get claimed, she would have never had approached annabeth chase. the girl that made her heart flutter and cheeks redden, the girl that didn't think twice about helping her, the girl that always laughed at her stupid jokes, the girl that─
alora pinched herself, trying to stop daydreaming.
the brunette zipped up her backpack, yawning as she stretched herself. "now that im done i can finally go see annabe-"
a cry was heard in the distance.
she blinked.
"help, someone!" another one.
she blinked again.
"jackson'sout! help me carry him!" another voice yelled
the emerald eyed girl blinked once more before she started running to where the shouts were coming from, the forest.
yes, alora might not have the best relationship with the son of Poseidon, but only she was allowed to kill him.
