"Send me! Send an army! Send a thousand ships! I don't care, just bring her home. I hate being without her."
[ PERCY JACKSON x FEMALE OC ]
[ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ]
cover by @humaneity !
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0017. | THE BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS OF GODS
The wind on Octavia's cheeks was cutting.
It was icy and cold and after all the heat that had burned through her body, it felt she like was left with a fever, nauseous and out of her depths. The ground raced below her and she caught herself plummeting towards it. For an awful moment, she didn't do anything to stop it. Then, she remembered who she was and the instincts that came with it. Her wrath had wiped clean her brain like polish on a stone. Now the wind that washed and swept away the ash as if it had never been raced below. She spread out her arms and the wind caught beneath her wings.
It was exhilarating but her anger was not immovable. It gave way to a grief she hadn't felt in hours or years. She shut her eyes and aimed, too afraid to see where she was going. She felt lost even with her clear vision. She felt weightless in the sky and that felt wrong. She should have carried weight, she should have felt the burden that broadened her shoulders like rock.
When she saw Annabeth land on the roof of a high storey parking lot, she was more than glad to comply. She landed and stumbled in her step to recover from the speed.
She caught her footing and reached over her shoulder to yank at the wings plastered to her back. Her nails caught the adhesives and tore them from her shoulder blades. They scattered across the ground.
Her chest heaved and her rose with the bracing sensation of the tears which so typically came to her after anger. She fought it down but she loathed how easily the tears prickled her eyes and her lips downturned, ready to sob. She swallowed it away and scrubbed her fists into her eyes to fight it away.
The brief footsteps of the others landing sounded. She looked over her shoulder and ignored how her nostrils flared to steady her breathing. She hoped she didn't look like she wanted to scream.
"So what do we do now?" Percy asked, a little breathless from the flight. "How do we get back in the maze?"
Octavia inhaled sharply through her nose to steady herself. Her anger had masked her mind from rationality. She had to think. One step in front of the other. She couldn't think about the rest of it, then it would all topple down like a poorly stacked pyramid. No Luke. No Kelli. No Ethan. No Grover. No Tyson. No Camp. No Brad. She couldn't think about anything. She had to rationalise, she knew it. It was just so hard when all she wanted to do was crawl into a ball and hug herself until she shut down.
"Maybe we can't." Annabeth proposed. She was looking into the distance at the summit of Pikes Peak where they'd flown from. "If Daedalus died... he said his life force is tied to the Labyrinth. The whole thing might've been destroyed. Maybe that will stop Luke's invasion."
