━━ ❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 cassiopeia bradbury is a star, destined to collapse and shine ❞
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[ i. NOT EDITED, going to be re-written
ii. extended summary inside
iii. percy jackson x fem!oc
iv. previously called evermo...
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THE FOUR; Annabeth, Grover, Cassie and Percy, stood in silence in the elevator on their way to the last floor, where the gods lived.
They had managed to drive the enemy away from the Empire State Building, but they had to defend Olympus at the top.
And Leneus- Grover's old satyr boss- had turned into a laurel, which apparently was good in satyr death-terms.
The doors of the elevator dinged and they stepped onto the aerial walkway.
Depressing is not a word that usually describes Mount Olympus, but it looked that way.
No fires lit the braziers. The windows were dark. The streets were deserted and the doors were barred. The only movement was in the parks, which had been set up as field hospitals.
Will and the other Apollo campers scrambled around, caring for the wounded. Naiads and dryads tried to help, using nature magic songs to heal burns and poison.
As Grover went to plant Leneus-the-laurel, Annabeth, Percy and Cassie, went around trying to cheer up the wounded.
Cassie's heart felt like lead seeing them, but they tried to find positive things to say.
( "You'll be up and fighting Titans in no time!" Percy told one camper.
"You look great," Annabeth told one camper with a bandaged arm.
"What do centaurs wear bells?" Cassie asked a younger wounded camper.
"Uh... I don't know."
"Their horns don't work." Cassie grinned- and as bad as it was it managed to make the kid laugh- probably out of sheer stupidness though.
"Leneus turned into a shrub!" Grover told a groaning satyr. )
Annabeth, Grover, Percy, and Cassie kept walking toward the palace. That's where Kronos would head.
As soon as he made it up the elevator- and Cassie knew he had a good chance of doing so- he would destroy the throne room, the center of the gods' power.
The bronze doors creaked open. Their footsteps echoed on the marble floor.
The constellations twinkled coldly on the ceiling of the great hall. The hearth was down to a dull red glow. Hestia, in the form of a little girl in brown robes, hunched at its edge, shivering.
Suddenly Cassie felt a sharp pain above the place in her abdomen where she had been stabbed, it felt like she had been repeatedly punched in the stomach, but she told herself to ignore it.
The Ophiotaurus swam sadly in his sphere of water. He let out a half-hearted moo when he saw them.
Standing at the foot of Zeus's throne, looking up at the stars, was Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She was holding a Greek ceramic vase.
