▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑ ‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑
ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 20ᴛʜ, 2001
Today, Sandy would be coming back, and Elara wanted to surprise him. She had spent the whole morning preparing a special gift-a small, intricately woven bracelet made from flowers and vines she had found around the camp. As she approached the Ares cabin, she could already sense the difference. The cabin reeked of sweat and something else she couldn't quite place. Inside, it was chaotic-clothes and weapons were strewn everywhere, and the air was thick with the smell of unwashed bodies.
A leaderboard hung on the wall, and Elara noticed that Sandy was second to last. At the top of the board was a name she recognized: Eric.
As if on cue, Eric appeared, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Elara. "What are you doing here, runt?" he sneered. "This cabin is for real warriors, not little lost girls."
"I-I" Elara stuttered, clutching the bracelet tightly in her hand. She felt a lump form in her throat, but before she could say anything more, Eric snatched the bracelet from her grasp.
"What's this? A bracelet? Pathetic," he scoffed, tossing it to the ground and crushing it under his boot.
Elara's eyes filled with tears as she watched the delicate flowers and vines get trampled. She turned and fled from the cabin, her heart aching. She ran until she reached the familiar grassy hill covered in flowers, where she finally collapsed, sobbing.
As Elara cried, her sobs seemed to resonate with the earth itself. The ground beneath her began to tremble slightly, and delicate flowers started to bloom all around her, their petals unfolding in vibrant colors. It was as if her tears were nurturing the very soil. The trees in the nearby forest responded to her sorrow, growing taller and more majestic, their branches reaching out as if to offer comfort and protection.
From deep within the forest, a vine emerged, winding its way with purpose toward the camp. It seemed to have a mind of its own, snaking through the grass and over rocks until it reached Chiron, Mr. D, and a group of curious campers. The vine led them directly to where Elara sat, her face buried in her hands.
In her trembling hand, a black dahlia flower slowly unfurled its petals. The flower then floated up, defying gravity, to rest gently on her head, casting a soft, ethereal glow. As if in response, more flowers began to appear, weaving themselves into a stunning crown that adorned her hair. The campers watched in silent awe, their eyes wide with wonder and confusion, unsure of what they were witnessing.
Suddenly, a glowing pomegranate materialized on top of Elara's head floating, its light pulsating gently.
Chiron stepped forward, his expression solemn as he addressed the campers. "Persephone," he announced, his voice resonating through the camp.
