༄ ✩ 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 ▬▬▬▬
❝ 𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘑𝘐𝘕𝘟𝘌𝘋 ❞
in which percy jackson meets
the 'insane' daughter of eris,
and is determined to be her
friend, despite what everyone
else says.
⬪ the lightn...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: you're an empire, darkest of empires ( roman empire - missio )
❝ fight him, child ❞
Deianira groans, feeling dazed and disoriented as she opens her eyes. The memories of the quest, the fall, the darkness... it all comes back in a jumbled rush. She looks around, trying to get her bearings. She's in a dark, shadowy place, a realm that is terrifyingly familiar. It's like the nightmare she had about her father. Every corner is filled with looming shadows.
"No... no, not again," she mutters to herself, her heart constricting with dread. She gets up slowly, her legs trembling slightly. Everywhere she looks, she's surrounded by darkness, the shadows swirling around her like malevolent spirits.
"This isn't real," she tells herself, but she can hear the doubts in her own voice.
As she walks, the shadows seem to swirl around her, shifting and writhing as if they have a life of their own. Deianira can hear whispers all around her, low and indistinct, and they make the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "This can't be happening again," she mutters, her voice shaking. "It's just a nightmare. I'll wake up soon."
But the shadows don't stop, and the voices get louder. They're not clear enough to make out distinct words, but the whispers are sinister, taunting, sending chills down her spine. She quickens her pace, looking around for a way out, a way back to reality.
The shadows seem to follow her, closing in around her, trapping her in their swirling embrace. She starts to run, her heart racing. "This can't be real! This can't be happening again!" But the more she runs, the darker and more disorienting everything becomes. The shadows thicken, the whispers grow louder, and she feels like she's suffocating.
"Poor child." a voice echoes softly around her. Deep and mesmerising.
Deianira's heart jolts and she spins around, trying to locate the source of the voice. It echoes all around her, as if the shadows themselves are speaking. "Who's there?" she calls out, her voice quivering.
The only answer is the quiet chuckle that follows her question, a chilling sound that seems to come from all directions at once. Deianira can feel a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. "Show yourself!" she demands, her voice more panicked than authoritative.
Another soft chuckle echoes around her, followed by the sound of a slow, deliberate clapping. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the others, forming into the silhouette of a tall, imposing figure.
Deianira's heart hammers in her chest as she watches the figure take form. Despite the darkness, she can make out the figure's broad shoulders, the air of authority surrounding him. "Who are you?" she manages to choke out.
