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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍
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episode eight ; the prophecy comes true
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BEATRICE SPUN around to face her brother and shoved him back with a glare. "did you know this whole time?" she spat. "don't lie to me."
"i did, but not everything." eros answered as he stared down at his sister. "i don't suggest you do this right now, beatrice."
"and why not?" beatrice said, her expression falling.
"because your friend is about to battle my father."
"what?"
beatrice, forgetting about her anger, turned around to see percy walking towards ares. annabeth and grover followed behind him from a distance. she stepped away from eros.
"single combat!" percy shouted, his sword pointed in ares's direction.
beatrice's eyes went wide. she hadn't heard those words since luke gave percy examples when he was training him.
ares scoffed. "what?" he dropped his sword by his side.
"what?"
"what?"
"absolutely not."
"one-on-one, but i set the terms." percy said, glancing back at his friends for a moment. "if i draw first blood, i keep the bolt and you surrender the helm."
ares started to laugh.
beatrice looked back at her brother. eros only sent her a shrug in response to his fathers actions. the young adult rolled her eyes, looking back at percy and ares.
"do you accept?" percy asked, sword still in the air.
"i mean it's your funeral, kid." ares accepted with an amused smile once his laughed calmed down. "although, just to be clear, no funeral. any trace of you leaves a trace of my plan, and we can't have that."
"it wasn't your plan, though, was it?" percy asked the god. "it was kronos." ares clenched his jaw at the mention of kronos. "it was his idea to frame poseidon's kid and steal hades's helm and zeus's bolt to start a war."
annabeth grabbed beatrice's and grover's arms, looking at them with shock and confusion, "what?" she blurted out to them. the two only shrugged their shoulders in response.
