▃▃▃ 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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𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑ ‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑
ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ²²ɴᴅ, ²⁰⁰⁰
I woke up in a soft bed, the scent of herbs and antiseptic filling the air. My head throbbed, and my body felt heavy and sore. I tried to remember what had happened, but all I could recall was running, fear, and the monstrous forms with red eyes that had chased me through the woods.
I sat up slowly, my eyes scanning the room. It was a simple infirmary, with white sheets and medical supplies neatly arranged on shelves.
A boy, around twelve years old, sat on the bed next to mine. He had brown hair and warm brown eyes, but his face was marred by scratches, and his arm was in a cast. Despite his injuries, there was a strength about him that made me feel a little safer.
"Hey, you're awake," he said gently. "I'm Lysander, son of Ares."
I blinked, trying to make sense of everything. "I... I don't remember anything," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I don't even know my name."
Lysander glanced at my hand, where faint letters were visible: E, L, A. "Hmm, maybe it's Elara" he said with a reassuring smile. "It seems like a good fit."
I nodded slowly, the name feeling strangely comforting. "Elara," I repeated, testing it out.
"You've been through a lot, Elara" Lysander said softly. "But you're safe here at Camp Half-Blood. We'll figure everything out together, okay?"
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Despite the fear and confusion, there was something about Lysander's presence that made me feel protected. "Okay," I agreed, my voice a little stronger.
Lysander reached out and gently took my hand. "I'll be here for you, Elara. We'll get through this. You're not alone anymore, I Promise."
ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴛɪᴍᴇ
As the car sped down the highway, the rain pelted against the windows, creating a rhythmic drumming that matched the nervous energy inside. Sally Jackson's car was filled with a mix of anticipation and tension as Thalia, Annabeth, Percy, and Elara made their way to Westover Hall.
Thalia sat in the back seat, absentmindedly drawing intricate designs on her arm with a black marker. She seemed lost in thought, her blue eyes focused on the patterns she was creating. Elara, sitting beside her, glanced over and raised an eyebrow.
"You know, you're going to get ink poisoning if you keep doing that," Elara said, half-jokingly but with a hint of concern.
Thalia smirked, not looking up from her arm. "I'll take my chances."
