Young gods, born of fire and light, carry ancient burdens in fragile hands, their fates twisted by shadows, mere pawns in battles older than time.
Percy Jackson and The Olympians / 2024
Percy Jackson x Fem!OC
By @SOGGYWAFFLETEARS
"He's everything you're not. He's reckless, sure, but he fights for people. He doesn't abandon them when things get hard, doesn't treat them like they're just part of some game. He shows up, even when it's messy, even when it hurts. And you—" her voice cracked, "you could've been that for me, but you weren't. You never were."
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫
Cassiopeia Wallace was born beneath a shadow. Not the kind that follows you, but the kind that seeps into your very soul and twists everything you touch. They called her the Cursed Daughter, a title whispered through the winds of Camp Half-Blood like a warning, a prophecy, a fate she could never outrun. The daughter of Persephone, split between life and death, light and dark—belonging to neither. She carried a weight that no one could see, but everyone felt. Betrayed by her own blood, scarred by Hades himself, and haunted by voices she couldn't control, Cassie's life was a delicate dance between survival and surrender. Every step she took seemed to bring her closer to an inevitable doom.
The curse wasn't just in her past, it was in her bones. A silent companion, a slithering voice that reminded her of her fate: you'll lose everything you love. The curse of duality marked her as a half-breed of realms—torn between the beauty of life and the cold grip of death, never truly able to embrace either. She was Persephone's daughter, after all, a child born of spring's renewal and the Underworld's decay. And yet, through the darkness, Cassie fought. But it was a battle she knew she might not win—not when the curse was already written in the fates.
