━━━ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 camille carras and leo valdez make an oath that even death can't break.
❝ who are you to think you can walk a road that no one ever walked before? ❞
⊹ ࣪ ˖ leo valdez x fem!oc
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the lost hero - the blood of olympus
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𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 (𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎𝐖) down bad ( taylor swift )
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄
I EXPECTED TO APPEAR IN THE MIDDLE OF CENTRAL PARK IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
I was pretty confused when I found myself in a rural town. I was in small town America. The town looked like it hadn't been touched since the late 1800s.
That was when I realized it really hadn't been touched since the late 1800s. How had I not noticed.
My stomach churned when I saw the church, the post office, the drug store, the school. It was like I was eight years old again, arriving in America via steamship.
The buildings, now mere skeletons of their former selves, stood in eerie silence, their facades crumbling and windows gaping like hollow eyes. The streets, once bustling with hurried life, were now overgrown with weeds, reclaiming the land that had been stolen from them.
Before me stood my childhood home, an old one-story house that had seen better days. The porch railing lay in a heap on the front lawn, a casualty of time and neglect. The front window was shattered, as if a rock had been hurled through it in a fit of rage.
I could feel the presence of restless spirits all around me, their whispers carried on the wind, trapped in this forsaken town, unable to find peace.
Standing amidst the ruins of my childhood, a wave of bitterness washed over me. I had always despised this town, with its suffocating small-mindedness and the oppressive weight of my grandparents' disdain. Their house, now a decaying relic, was a prison where I endured their cold glares and harsh words. The shattered window seemed to echo the fractures in my soul, remnants of the religious fervor they imposed on me, leaving scars that never healed.
Confusion gnawed at me, like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch. Why here, of all places? Who wanted me to relive this?
I stepped into the house, the air thick with decay and neglect. The Greek cross that once hung over the front door lay broken in half on the ground, a symbol of the fractured faith that had haunted my childhood. Spiders scuttled across the floor, and I swore I saw a rabbit darting under some wood planks. The ceiling had caved in, leaving splintered wood strewn everywhere.
My eyes fell on my old bedroom door, and a wave of fear washed over me. With trembling hands, I pushed it open, only for the door to fall off its hinges and crash into the room. I stepped over it, my heart pounding. The bed, once a place of restless nights, now lay at a slant, one leg broken and the mattress slipping off. The dresser drawers were pulled out and discarded in a chaotic pile in the corner, and the mirror was shattered.
