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𝒞𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎
❝ 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚. ❞

















































— “Percy doesn't know how much he

pisses me off, and I'm losing patience

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pisses me off, and I'm losing patience.”—















































Her fury is a storm no one
dares to stand against.




































-

“Is there a Greek god of disappoinment?” Percy spoke, breaking the awkward atmosphere that surrounded them for a while.

“Maybe someone should ask him if he's missing a kid.” He added.

I had enough knowledge and wanted to answer the question but I couldn't due to me, chewing my food. So I let Luke answer for me instead.

“Oizys.. but she's a goddess.” Luke answered.

“Anyways, her whole thing isn't really disappointment, it's more like failure.” I continued as I started to play with my food using the fork I was holding.

“We're gonna find the thing that you're good at, I know it. You too Luna.” Luke encouraged us before nudging my arm.

“I really think it's gonna be this year.” He added.

“I hope so.” I replied as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on after hearing the bell chime.

“Our turn,” I heard Luke say.

“Our turn for what?” Percy asked.

“Burnt offerings.” Luke answered while Percy continues to stare at him.

"The gods like the smell, so it gets their attention before you say a prayer." He explained.

"They like the smell of burnt mac 'nd cheese?"

"They like the smell of begging." I corrected.

"Now, come on." I insisted as I left the table with Luke and Percy following behind me.

・・・

“Thalia!” I screamed my lungs out as tears run down my cheek while Luke, using all his strength tried to pulled me away. Away from my older sister's lifeless body.

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