001. I don't get choice in the matter

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Chapter one,      I don't get choice in the matter

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Chapter one,      I don't get choice in the matter.

Chapter one,      I don't get choice in the matter

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         Demigod dreams weren't pleasant. Anyone could tell you that. More often than not, they were omens about something in the near future. They were sort of like prophecies, wrapped in mystery and nearly impossible to figure out.

       In this specific dream Cordelia McKinley was having, however, it was rather obvious what was happening.

       "What do you want?" Cordelia asked the woman in front of her. The woman was young, looked to be in her early twenties, with blonde hair. She wore a crab-claw crown and a golden net in her hair.

The woman frowned. "Now Cordelia, is that anyway to greet your mother?"

       Cordelia fought the urge to roll her eyes, which were carbon copies of her mothers. "Well maybe I would be nicer if you actually bothered to talk to me."

       Amphitrite simply waved her hand in dismissal, as if her daughters words weren't important enough. "Well... we can't have everything, can we?"

      "What's that supposed to mean?"

        Amphitrite smiled, which eerily looked like Cordelia's. "You'll find that out soon enough. Now, back to what I'm here for."

"Let me guess," Cordelia huffed and crossed her arms. "You need me to do something for you."

      "Yes, I do," The goddess said, her smile strained. "Well, not for me specifically, but for Triton."

Cordelia raised an eyebrow. "If triton wants something from me, why doesn't he come ask me himself?"

       "He's a bit preoccupied, at the moment. Which is why it is important that you succeed in the task I'm about to give you."

Cordelia clenched her fist, she felt her nails dig into her palms. It hurt, but she didn't really mind as she was too busy glaring at the woman who calls herself her mother. "Seriously? You don't ever try to reach out, and now you come to me in the middle of a dream and practically force me into going on a quest?"

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