"He deserved more than that. More than a chapter, more than entire epics, he deserved to live, the Fields of Asphodel will never deserve someone as devoted and good as him. He lived for justice, he died for justice, but I would throw that justice at...
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To Grieve
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They started as nightmares.
After I closed my eyes and floated into Lethe, they forced them open and made me remember who I was and what I'd done. Mainly, they were Kronos or Ethan, following me, begging or yelling at me, sometimes both. But however hurtful those ones were, the flashbacks were always worse. Always.
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The first one of these pleasant little episodes had taken me by surprise on my first night sleeping alone. It dragged me back to Camp Half-Blood, to the basement of the Big House, where I'd been beaten and spat at by my good fellow Beckendorf. He had just left, leaving my face swollen and bloody for the first time.
Chris Rodriguez had gone in, and immediately I felt like blowing up with the whole Camp. I delighted myself with visions of it being set aflame while Rodriguez screamed. I smiled. I didn't understand why they'd sent him here. How he'd had the guts to accept, to look me in the eye.
"Erica, it's me." he said. I laughed dryly as he coughed, disgusted by the stench of my blood. I'd recognize that scraping whine anywhere, everywhere. His voice had been carved into my memory by countless nightmares and daydreams.
"Of course it's you." I smiled, which hurt my jaw, but I didn't care. "Their little mascot, the sad traitor. I'm not like you."
"Erica..." he muttered my name with a guilty undertone. "I can't bear seeing you in pain. Tell them the plan."
He was ridiculous enough to amuse me. How stupid was he? Did he actually believe it would work? Did he think I was so terrified of him to immediately... obey him? What a fucking dumb piece of shit.
He'd been useless as a strategist and as a fighter, but his friendship with Luke and his romance with me had kept him on the top. Fucking bitch.
"Why did they send you?" I asked, ignoring his petty request. "Do they know we used date, is that it? Do they know that I'm scared you? Do they know–"
"Please, Erica. You'll save lives." he begged, looking into my eyes with his disgusting brown orbs. "Everyone is dying needlessly... I understand now, it doesn't need to be like–"
"You changed, Rodriguez." I forced myself to stare into the muddy holes carved into his horrid face. "Unfortunately for you, so have I. I'm not that girl anymore. If you had done it to who I am now, I would've skinned off your face and shattered every last bone in your body, you dog."
