❛ you'll be a battleground of destruction...
...and you'll wear a laurel crown ringed with thorns of the despair of monsters. one that none will upend unless you so wish them to. ❜
ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔｉｎｇ．．．
cɑlɑmitγ
⌈ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⌋
From birth, he wasn't supposed to exist
nothing about him made sense
he shouldn't have been a possibility...
AFTER LEARNING OF HIS GODLY HERITAGE AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN, Troy Meadowes couldn't help the chuckle that slipped at the significance of his name. Perhaps Dorcas knew the cold-hearted, vengeful individual he would grow to become when she found him, dying and abandoned by his shamefaced godly mother in a nameless forest on the outskirts of London. Perhaps she saw the fiery light in his eyes even as he weakly struggled to breathe from his newborn lungs—that with death just around the corner, as helpless as he was, he wasn't going down without a fight; that he was going to show the world and everyone in it that he wouldn't be underestimated so quickly. Perhaps that was why she named him Troy—after the Battle of Troy that lasted years and devastated many—after doing a complicated, hardly heard-of spell that allowed her to transfer parts of her powerful magical core into him to precariously balance out the off-centered hormones and genetics in his mortal body, mediate the sheer godly power within his veins, and not just help him survive but also turn him into both a demigod and a wizard.
(Although Dorcas Meadowes never knew the full extent her actions had done to this seemingly hapless baby; she was a hero to the heart, and heroes did the right thing like saving babies in the woods, that was all.)
MAYBE WHEN DORCAS TRANSFERRED HER MAGICAL BLOOD INTO HIM, she also gave a(n) (un)healthy heaping of vengeance, the desire to seek justice and get even personally. That whole concept seemed to run in the 'family'. In the throes of the First Wizarding War and two months before Harry Potter would defeat Lord Voldemort as a baby, Troy was two years old when he was given to Dorcas's good friend, the Scamanders, with just a light kiss to his forehead and a promise that he'll be taken care of before she left. He didn't know it at the time, but she had set off to challenge Lord Voldemort himself—grief-stricken and vengeful after the death of her girlfriend, Marlene McKinnon. Vengeance did do strange things to a person—callous, destructive things—after all. Nonetheless, she never returned, though Troy spent a relatively happy childhood with the Scamanders, cherishing the memory of the woman who had allowed him to live out of the goodness of her heart. That kind of stuff was hard to come by.
(No one does things purely out of the goodness of their hearts anymore. Not even him. Especially not him. Never. Ever. If you catch him helping someone, you can bet they have something to offer him in return. Whether they know it or not.)
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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 ( hp/pjo )
FanfictionThe world was charades with pawns for people, and Troy Meadowes had no qualms picking them out, slipping into their minds like a puppeteer to get what he desired. Perhaps it was because of the oddity surrounding his birth-how the magic in his veins...
