______________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐The daughter of Love and War and the son the Ocean.
The Love Boar and the Sea baby.
The odds were stacked against them from the very beginning. Storms rise and tides turn. When it does , you either sink or you swim.
Percy Jackso...
I figured that Peosidon would save Percy. Past the flaccid paralysis of time and the death of many of many of their children, the gods have always had favorites. Lives that they either chose to help or make harder. You could walk a thousand miles west off of th face if the universe and still never understand the folly of gods.
But there was no shortage of heroes used just to uphold their godly parents image or status, which either costed them their lives or their sanity.
The life of a demigod was hell, no matter what ending.
Poseidon needs Percy to prove his innocence and stop the impending war between aqua and skyla.
A.K.A , besties ocean and sky.
If you play your cards right you can escape the inevitable fixed wrath of the monarchs by doing their chores or a series of fatal activity.
Like what Aphrodite did to Eros's wife.
Yeah, just reading about that was gruesome.
I don't understand how my mother could be jealous, she literally the epitome of beauty. Gods act alot like humans when their ready.
In my opinion, gods are no better than mortals. They all act the same way.
I could only imagine how Percy felt right now. And as I shifted out of his hold and knelt beside him. I could see it, feel it.
The shame.
I remember the exact words that I'd thought of when we had that run in with Mrs. Dodds at the museum. That this was just the beginning of all of his heart aches. It was all about to get much worst from here. Thankfully, I was here with him to pass through it all.
Let's pretend like I didn't almost die.
Offering a soft smile I reached for his hand and intertwine our fingers.
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Why had Peosidon saved me? The more I thought about it, the emore ashamed I felt. So I'd gotten lucky a few times before. Against a thing like a Chimera, I never stood a chance. Those poor people in the Arch were probably toast. I couldn't protect them. I couldn't protect Y/N. I couldn't even protect myself. I was no hero. Maybe I should just stay down here with Y/N and the catfish. Join the bottom feeders.
I could already imagine my best friends horrified face if I'd mention that out loud.
"You know. This is all apart of the process." Said best friend chimed softly, threading her chipped nail fingers through mine.
