take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 a mortal girl is thrown
into the godly world and forced to
save everyone before its too late.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the ligh...
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She was about ready to drop dead. Not literally! Well... maybe. Marlowe wasn't sure how much longer she could hold the sky with Artemis by her side. She didn't want to give in and force the goddess to bear the weight even though Marlowe knew she could.
If she gave in though, any plan to stop Luke would just be thrown out the window. She would be chained up and thrown into the darkness, unable to contact anyone until Percy came and saved them all.
"You must let go," Artemis's voice rang through Marlowe's ears, though it sounded like she was in a tunnel, very far away.
Marlowe struggled to shake her head no, but the short movement was enough for the goddess to sigh in defeat.
"If you want to live, you must listen to me. There is no way a young maiden like you can live much longer," Artemis said.
She tried shifting over more towards the center, giving Marlowe an opportunity to drop out, but the girl only shoved Artemis back to where she was. The thought that she was going against a goddess never crossed her mind, but then again, her mind sounded like this: Ow, ow, ow, Percy, OW, OW, OW!
"I'm not... I'm not giving up," Marlowe said between heavy breaths. She shook her head, "Not now. Luke can't win!"
Artemis dropped her head, her eyes closing for a moment. She muttered something under her breath—a quiet prayer of some sort. Her silver-yellow eyes looked like a full moon as she stared straight ahead, watching as a glimpse of sun shone down on them.
Marlowe didn't see it. She was feeling faint, her vision blurring as her head pounded. She was sure the room was spinning or maybe that was just her body swaying. "I don't..." she whispered, her chest leaning forward and her knee buckling. "I can't..."
The next thing she knew, she dropped to the ground, her eyes shutting for good. Blood trickled down the side of her face and her body shook violently, almost as if she were having a seizure.
Demigods that were patrolling came up to her, their weapons poking her to see what would happen.
"Don't touch her!" Artemis snapped, threatening to do terrible things if they got close.
The demigods—frightened that the goddess would stay true to her word—backed away into the darkness.
The next time Marlowe opened her eyes, her body felt free of weight. The tension she had become so accustomed to holding had dissipated and she let out a breath of relief.
But then the sight of a junk mountain. Piles of metal objects glinted in the moonlight: broken heads of bronze horses, metal legs from human statues, smashed chariots, tons of shields and swords and other weapons, along with more modern stuff, like cars that gleamed gold and silver, refrigerators, washing machines, and computer monitors.
Her eyes gleamed at the sight. They were in the junkyard of the gods. How could they already be this far on the quest? Marlowe thought. She hadn't realized just how long she was holding the sky for. It had to be... what? Almost a week? Annabeth had held the sky for three days before Artemis took over, and by the timeline of the book, it was now the eighteenth, two days before the winter solstice.
