11 - Your Average Run-In With A Hero And A Mercenary

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His fist slammed down on the desk, more in annoyance than in anger.

"The hell you mean they won't let me go?"

The hybrid smiled at him. "Gold says we need you!" He chirped. Must be nice, being him. Nothing to worry about.

"Wait, when you say 'Gold', are you talking about-"

Then, the door opened and the other hybrid stepped in. He'd finally given in and agreed, not that it had taken much convincing. He was under the impression that the younger was bored.

"So. When are we going? And, wait a minute, who are we even looking for?" The younger hybrid bristled, voice clipped, wary, and sarcastic like usual.

He gave a small smile. "Her," He saw the young hybrid about to ask another question. "I'll explain who 'her' is... in due time." He turned to the other hybrid who was humming to himself. "Are we ready?"

The hybrid looked back at him. "Yep!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"




Persephone was tired. She was tired of fighting, she was tired of running, and she was tired of hiding. She and Niki had spotted Dream and Sapnap on the rooftops the previous night and hidden – although she was certain Sapnap had spotted them.

Sapnap.

He looked tired too; perhaps even more so than her. It made her wonder. Was he pulled into Dream's plots? Or was he just in too deep to leave? If he wasn't... Why hadn't he left?

It didn't add up; not at all. He could leave. But since he wasn't, he certainly appeared evil. But he didn't seem evil. She didn't understand.

There was no reason for him to stay. Therefore he was there by choice. Therefore he was bad.

She hated not understanding things.

Just like she didn't understand how to help Jack. He was getting worse... and Niki's salve didn't seem to be working. Too bad neither of them had healing powers...

But it was useless staying caught up on things they couldn't change. So Persephone spent most of her time training or flying, finding it hard to look Niki in the eyes.

And it was Dream's fault.

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Persephone was flying again; above the clouds. It was the only place she could feel free; away from... well, everything. She dove below the cloud cover, feeling the clouds like small wet pinpricks hitting her face.

She spun sideways, gliding so the tip of her wing dipped below the clouds and reappeared dewy and damp. Her feathers fluffed up and the water scattered like mini rainfall. Above the clouds, it was sunset. 

Being above the clouds was an entirely different feeling from anything else in the world. The appearing stars glistened in the darneking sky and up here it was only her, herself, and the large shadowy figure about fifty feet away.

Wait, what.

The figure's wings flapped and their head turned towards her

Corvid.

She stopped dead in the air as a jolt of panic shot through her. Gods, she was going to be arrested... What would Niki think? What if she never saw Jack again? Or Wilbur?

How was she supposed to defend herself?

...

Wait.

She wasn't Hollywood. She was Persephone; a normal avian with normal parents.

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