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𝒞𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
❝ 𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒆𝒎'𝒔 ❞












































































— “You're bleeding–..”

“I'm fine

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“I'm fine.” —








































' She fought with strength, a fearless light,
Yet no one saw her silent fight.
A warrior fierce, yet torn inside,
Behind her armor, pain would hide. '

































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𝒲E ALL CAME INTO A STOP, wanting to have a breather after running for atleast 10 minutes—I felt like I was dying, as my head felt light while the blood on my hand continued to escape my open wound, dripping from my palm to the dirty ground.

I almost caught myself thanking the gods since no one has seemed to notice that I was bleeding. I ripped off a small part of my shirt—wrapping it around the wound, the cloth was tight around my hand, a self-made bandage torn from my own shirt.

I had wrapped it quickly, wincing as I pressing down hard to stop the bleeding, but the deep red had already begun to seep through, staining the fabric. Exhaling sharply, watching as the crimson spread, there was nothing I could do.

For a moment, I considered unwrapping it, and retying, but I knew better. We had to move—the wound can wait but summer solstice can't.

The trio infront of me then started to move, following them from behind as Grover led the way since he said that he was familiarized by the surroundings—and that a saytr path was nearby.

It was more safe than roaming around the city where monsters can easily spot us, and then again they started to talk.

“Somewhere up ahead this turns into a saytr path.” Grover mentioned, leaving Percy wondering what is a saytr path.

“What's a saytr path?” Percy finally asked, breaking the silence that lasted for seconds.

“It a road through the wilderness.”

“Saytr explorers use them. Harder to track us.” Grover explained, while me and Annabeth overtakes them as we now walked way more ahead than them.

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