"in the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?"
dorothy trelawney, a girl out of time with a goddess to save and a world to learn.
(fem!o/c x jason grace)
book one of four : the lost hero - the son of neptune
i only own dorothy trel...
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THE NIGHT SKY was black in the forest considering all of the trees blocking out the stars, and the campfire right next to Dorothy's head. She sat up, confused. Her eyes taking in all of the tents and gang members, her breath caught in her throat, this was another dream. She found her father's tent and stood up, the front flaps were open, revealing the two cots that were both empty. Josiah sat on the wooden platform of the tent, a photo in his hands.
Dorothy made her way over to see that it was a photo that they had taken in Chicago at one of those portrait studios. She has a matching one in her satchel from that day. Josiah stared for a minute or two longer before he set the photo on his bedside table by the lamp and got up. He took in Dorothy's empty cot before he sighed and walked out.
"Did Chiron give you anything more about what Hecate said about her?" Catherine asked from next to the fire, "anything at all?"
"He barely knows about the prophecy, the oracle doesn't know much either," Josiah frowned, "Hecate tried seeing as much as she could about Dorothy's choices but they're so vague and faint since they're so far in the future, all we know is that she's safe and still doesn't know what she actually is, so the spell is still intact."
"Where does that leave us?" Juan asked, "a bunch of demigods roaming around together outside of Camp Half-Blood, and now without Dorothy's cover, I mean, we're sitting ducks."
"We'll figure something out," Josiah had his authority voice on, Dorothy remembered calling it his outlaw voice, the one that rally's the gangs faith in him to lead, "Chiron already told me that there's a place for us in camp, but there's next to nothing up here in Maine, it's too cold for most monsters."
"Next to nothing isn't nothing, Joe," Arthur spoke up, it wasn't uncommon of him to challenge what her father said, it was always with the purpose to make sure Josiah was thinking plans through and thorough, "nowhere is safe without the protection spell on that little girl."
"I'm sixteen," Dorothy frowned as she looked around at the gang sitting by the fire, what spell? And what did Chiron say to her dad, was this after he dropped her box off at the camp for her?
"And I'm saying we'll figure it out, I didn't know that she would be tricked by the goddess like she's in some Ancient Greek tragedy," Josiah was getting frustrated, and everyone could see it, "my little girl is all alone in that saloon, and when she comes out, who knows what the world will be like? I won't be able to see my daughter grow up, I have to take these problems one at a time right now."
