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P Y R R H I C❝And when I shall die, take him and
cut him out in little stars, and he will
make the face of heaven so fine, that
all the world will be in love with night,
and pay no worship to the garish sun.❞SHE WASN'T MADE TO
WALK ON EARTH. She was
made to fly and wander up in the
sky. She wasn't made to breathe
and feel. She was made to watch
and seek. She wasn't made to
admire others. She was made to
be admired by others.She was made to be stars, a con-
stellation. To become stardust in
her future, our past. She was
made to see how us, humanity,
survived, and how the gods, the
many different gods, treated and
took care of us.She wasn't made to be taken out
of the sky, yet she was. And she
didn't know why.pyrrhic
/ˈpɪrɪk/
adj.
(of a victory) won at
too great a cost to have been
worthwhile for the victor.INTRODUCING...
LYRA — malina weissman
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PYRRHIC, percy jackson
FanfictionStars in your lips, the universe in your eyes, my whole world in your hands. [ the titan's curse - the last olympian ] [ percy jackson/oc ]