▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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Elara woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched from grey uniform fabric. Annabeth sat next to her, skillfully tacking into the wind. Percy was beside her as well, though he looked pale and sickly.
Elara tried to sit up but immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
"Rest," Annabeth said gently. "You're going to need it."
"Tyson...?" Percy asked, his voice filled with worry.
Elara didn't think she could even speak yet. Her throat felt tight, and she couldn't help but wonder how she was even alive.
They sat in silence as the waves tossed them up and down.
"He may have survived," Annabeth said half-heartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."
"Yeah," Percy said bitterly. "You can never trust a Cyclops."
Annabeth stared across the water. "I'm sorry, Percy. I was wrong about Tyson, okay? I wish I could tell him that. But, Elara... do you have any powers that could sense his spirit?"
"No," Elara said flatly, and Percy looked at her in surprise. "He's a monster, Annabeth. If he 'died,' he'd be in Tartarus like other monsters go. And if I did have that power, I'd know by now," she spat.
So now they cared? After Tyson had given up his life for theirs, they just now cared? Tyson had been such a good brother to Percy and tried so hard to be a good friend to Annabeth, only for both of them to treat him like dirt.
Would it be like that for Elara if she died? She was similar to Tyson, always trying to be nice to everyone, only to be treated badly in return. Would people only start to appreciate her when she was gone?
"Elara-"
"No!" Elara snapped, clenching her fist. "
"Now you two care about Tyson?" Elara yelled, tears streaming down her face. "He tried so hard to get both of you to like him, and you treated him like he was nothing but some random monster on the street. Both of you were bullies! Neither of you are any better than Clarisse!"
"He was so sweet! So kind!" Elara cried. "And you hated him! For no reason at all, you hated Tyson. If anything, I should be the one afraid of Tyson. I was chased by a cyclops! But don't blame Tyson for something he didn't even do! He's eight years old! He's a baby!"
Percy's eyes widened. "Elara, seriously-"
"And you!" Elara turned to Percy, her voice shaking with anger. "You denied he was even your brother! Do you know how lucky you are to even have a brother? My brother is being manipulated into joining Kronos, and you had a brother who you took for granted! He was my friend! He was the one person who listened to me! And now he's gone. And now both of you start appreciating him! Both of you are the most motherfucking-"
