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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, her guidance wove a thread of life, pulling him from the abyss where destiny had cast him.
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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 loml ( taylor swift )
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𝐋𝐄𝐎
THE OTHERS DIDN'T SEE THE FULL PICTURE. To storm or fire the world must fall– Jason or me. In Olympia, Nike had warned that one of the four demigods present would die: Camille, Hazel, Frank or me. Only one name overlapped those two lists: Leo. And, if my plan was going to work, I couldn't have anybody else close by when I pull the trigger.
My friends would never accept my decision. They would argue. They would try to save me. They would insist on finding another way.
But this time, I was convinced, there was no other way. Like Annabeth always told us, fighting against a prophecy never worked. It just created more trouble. I had to make sure this war ended, once and for all.
Once in the engine room, with only Buford the Wonder Table for company, I took a deep breath. I reached into my tool belt and pulled out the actual vial of physician's cure–not the trick-of-the-Mist version I'd handed to Piper.
Buford blew steam at me.
"Hey, man, I had to," I said.
Buford activated his holographic Hedge. "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
"Look, it's got to be this way. Otherwise we'll all die."
Buford made a plaintive squeal, then clattered into the corner in a sulk.
I stared at the engine. I'd spent so much time putting it together. I'd sacrificed months of sweat and pain and loneliness.
Now the Argo II was approaching the end of its voyage. My whole life–my childhood with Tía Callida; my mother's death in that warehouse fire; my years as a foster kid; my months at Camp Half-Blood with Camille, Jason, and Piper–all of it would culminate tomorrow morning in one final battle.
I opened the access panel.
Festus's voice creaked over the intercom.
"Yeah, buddy," I agreed. "It's time."
More creaking.
"I know," I said. "Together till the end?"
Festus squeaked affirmatively.
I stared at the vile of the physician's cure.
"I know I promised on the River Styx we'd end this together, Camille," I said. "But I'm going to have to break my promise."
Finally, I opened the engine's ventilator line and pushed inside the vial of physician's cure. It disappeared into the veins of the ship with a decisive thunk.
