▃▃▃ 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 ²³ʀᴅ, ²⁰⁰⁰
As we walked through the camp, Lysander pointed out various landmarks and explained their significance. The camp was bustling with activity; kids of all ages were training, practicing archery, and sparring with swords.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a group of campers gathered around a track.
"That's the race track," Lysander explained. "They're having a race today. It's a big deal around here."
We made our way to the track, and I watched as the first round of the race began. The campers were fast, their movements fluid and precise. I felt a strange urge to join them, to prove myself.
"Do you want to give it a try?" Lysander asked, noticing my interest.
"Can I?" I replied, feeling a surge of excitement.
"Of course," he said with a grin. "The second round is about to start. Just be careful; the Ares cabin takes these races very seriously."
I nodded and took my place at the starting line. The signal to start blared, and I took off, my legs pumping hard against the ground. To my surprise, I found myself moving with ease, my body responding instinctively to the rhythm of the race. I pushed myself harder, determined to win.
A group of campers from the Ares cabin glared at her, their leader stepping forward with a scowl. "Who do you think you are, newbie?" he spat. "You think you can just waltz in here and show us up?"
Before I could respond, Lysander stepped in front of her, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Back off, Eric," he said firmly. "She won fair and square. If you have a problem with that, take it up with me."
Eric looked like he wanted to argue, but the presence of Lysander, a fellow son of Ares, made him think twice. With a grunt, he backed down, muttering under his breath.
I let out a breath i didn't realize I was holding. "Thanks, Lysander," I said, grateful for his support.
He smiled at her. "No problem. You're one of us now, Elara. And no one messes with my friends."
ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ
I woke up to Thalia shaking me gently but urgently. My vision was blurry, and my body felt like it was on fire. "Elara, wake up!" Thalia's voice was filled with concern. "I thought poison doesn't kill you."
"It still hurts," I managed to say, my voice weak and strained. The pain was intense, but I knew I had to push through it. We had a mission to complete, and I couldn't let thorn get to Nico and Bianca.
Annabeth and Grover were standing nearby, their faces etched with worry. "We need a plan," Annabeth said, her eyes sharp and determined.
