Tears are water, blood is water, a woman always washes in blood and tears.
"How was I to know that this tiny spark
would spread like wildfires?"
Book 2 in the Wild Saga
Percy Jackson x Fem!O...
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There is a story hidden inside the wildfires that you would only be lucky to know beforehand. It begins here and now, and it starts, where the sea meets the wildflowers.
Somewhere, up northeastern in Manhattan, New York, there is a quaint apartment that dwells right in the middle of the city around them. It's once before been described as having so much life. Like even the buildings are always making noise. Everything's constantly moving. There's just so much going on there, that you can never get bored. Especially for Percy Jackson, who gets bored a lot.
See, to know the story in the burning flames, you must first start with the story of Silviana Duvall and Percy Jackson.
Well, not start, per se—that whole story was already told throughout a book preceding this one (shameless plug to Wildflowers)—but you should probably know the start of their official relationship, to be exact.
To summarize Sylvie and Percy's time spent dating, shortly, it was going amazing. Nothing like how Sylvie expected it would—It didn't matter that they were 1,329 miles apart from each other, or in totally different time zones, or busy with their separate lives only made busier by the responsibilities that came with rising age. The couple overcame each obstacle with ease. It was a true testament to their bond that Sylvie and Percy could not only survive monsters, Titans, and enemy half-bloods, but also distance, high school, and only communicating through Iris-messages.
For the most part.
Sometime around October, Sylvie flew over to Manhattan. Not to go back to camp, but instead, to surprise Percy in his apartment.
