𝑂𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 •|𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻|•

∘°/Into the thick of it\°∘

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Astercy.

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Four flights up, the stairs ended under a green trapdoor.

I pulled the cord. The door swung down , and a wooden ladder clattered into place.

The warm air from above smelled like mildew and rotten wood and something else. . .a smell I remembered from biology class. Reptiles. The smell of snakes.

"Woo," Y/N taunted flippantly. "Scary attic ,nasty smell."

Always cracking jokes to lighten the mood.

I chuckled. "Ladies first."

Y/N nodded with a hum. ",Yeah that's why your in front."

Gagged.

I turned to her in shock and she smiled cheekily at me pearly whites and all.

"Go on." She encouraged.

I rolled my eyes and faced the ladder. "Yours so funny, love boar."

"Peeks of being me , sea baby." She countered. "Now hurry up and climb, I didn't bring my scented handkerchief."

With an amused smile , I hold my breath and climb.

The attic was filled with Greek hero junk: armor stands covered in cobwebs; once-bright shields pitted with rust; old leather streamer trunks plastered with stickers saying ITKAKA, CIRCE'S ISLE, and LAND OF THE AMAZONS. One long table was stacked with glass jars filled with pickled things──severed
hairy claws, huge yellow eyes , various other parts of monsters. A dustymounted trophy on the wall looked like a giant snake's head , but with horns and a full set of shark's teeth.

The sound of animated gagging brought my attention back to the
(h/c) girl with me, who's face was twisted with disgust.

"Smells like old fossils," she whispered to me and raised a hand to pinch the sides of her nose. "I've only visited Delphi once and that was when Annabeth did , but the smells till makes me want to curl up and die."

She seriously seemed to regret not bringing her handkerchief.

"Yeah, smells like snakes and old material."

Y/N didn't answer. She just hurried past me and towards the window.

Which confused me , because Y/N was allergic to any form of pungent mementos.

And by the window, sitting on a tripod was the most gruesome memento of them all: a mummy.

Not the wrapped-in-cloth kind , but a human body shriveled to a husk. She wore a tie-dyed sun dress ,
lots of beaded necklaces and a headband over long black hair. The skin of her face thin and leathery over her skull, and her eyes were glassy white slits , as if the real eyes had been replaced by marbles; she'd been dead a long , long time.

Y/N's remorseful face blocked my sight as she stood in front of me. "I've already gotten a prophecy so this one will most likely be yours, ask wisely." She squeezed my shoulder and moved to stand a few feet beside me.