▃▃▃ 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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Morpheus stood near the oak tree, his presence calm yet commanding. Nyx, the embodiment of night, glared at me with eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. I had made the mistake of throwing a shadow at her—it hadn't even touched her, but her fury was there.
She parted her lips, likely to belittle me, but Morpheus intervened with a stern look. She sighed, relenting.
"Come, darling champion, we must discuss," she beckoned, her voice a blend of authority and allure.
I glanced at Morpheus, who gave a subtle nod, and then trailed behind Nyx. As we ascended the hill, the landscape morphed into a long, dimly lit hallway.
"You were hiding something from me," Nyx's voice cut through the silence, chilling and accusatory. I froze.
"Maybe," I admitted, knowing there was no point in lying.
"You met two demigods a week ago and yet you didn't consult your goddess?" Her tone was sharp, almost sneering, and I flinched.
She straightened, her eyes closing as if she were probing my thoughts. "Dominic Carter, that one has a strange power," she murmured, her words laced with intrigue.
I tensed. "The power of destruction. I haven't seen that power since the firstborn of Hades." She continued.
A frown creased my brow. The thought of Dominic being a son of Hades was unsettling. "How do you know this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I speak to you in your mind, I have become your mind," she replied, her answer vague and unsettling.
Nyx smirked, her amusement evident. "You are drawn to him, curious what would happen if his destruction met your light," she laughed, a sound that echoed ominously.
"Stay out of my head," I grit out, feeling an unexpected surge of defensiveness rise within me.
Nyx's voice dripped with taunting amusement as she walked down the long, shadowy hall. "Oh, but you brought this curiosity upon yourself, my champion. You, with your strange gift—sensing life, feeling the auras of those around you. You've always wondered if his would be different, haven't you? If the boy who is of death has anything left to give."
My fingers twitched at my sides. "What are you talking about? He's not death."
A low, chilling laugh rippled through Elara's mind. "Is that what you tell yourself? That you can find life in him, even when he destroys everything he touches? Go on, then. Prove it. Or are you afraid of what you'll feel when you touch him? Afraid there's nothing left for you to sense?"
