A Demigod in Wonderland? (TWST x PJO)

Chapter 7

My garden was ruined. 

The rose hedges were utterly wrecked, torn into uneven shapes, and my precious roses, all wilted and torn up, were scattered on the grass. 

I clenched my fist tightly. My blood was boiling. How dare they! How dare these imbeciles wreck my beautiful garden? How dare they defy their queen? How dare they defy ME?!

My chest hollowed out, a sharp sting that I quickly forgot about. 

It seemed like something important to remember. What was it? What was it? What was it? What was it? What was it? WHAT WAS IT?

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But I could only see red. I yelled out. ‷ OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!!!‴

"Willow!"

I bolted up from my twisted bedsheets, gasping hard. My body felt like kneaded dough, pyjamas sticking to my skin, wet with sweat. The clawed, broken glass feeling in my chest faded, but I still felt the gooey, sticky, red-hot anger from the dream.

I rubbed my chest. What was that dream? It didn't feel like the usual−

"Willow!" Are you there?"

Someone was banging on my door, kicking up dust I didn't think existed. The mirror above the fireplace looked like it was shimmering. I rubbed my eyes and promptly sneezed.  "Coming, Coming..."

Last night, after Mystery Boy (nickname pending) left, we decided to bet cards over our tart slices- how many bites we could have of each other's slice when we won.

Obviously, Grimm had a small silver left halfway through the game. He looked so close to tears, I purposefully lost one round over one bite from my slice.

Apparently, 'one bite' in Grim-speak meant 'gobble up the entire thing in 5 seconds flat'. Even after I chased him all over the room, I still kicked him out of the room, with the excuse that his breath smelled, and it would ruin my beauty sleep, and you can think about what you did, after you spend the night with Ace and Deuce.

(Ace pointed out that his beauty sleep might also get ruined, and he had his grand apology tomorrow. I told him to suck it up.)

Deuce startled when I opened the door. "Willow-! You're awake-uh-you okay?"

"I'm fine", I answered gruffly. I probably looked like a mess. "What is it? Did the ghosts scare Grimm to wake up again?"

"Again...? Wait- no. Not that. Cater's here to pick us up for the unbirthday party."

I was completely awake now. "Oh shoot. I overslept, didn't I?" I grabbed my uniform from the broken rocking chair and dusted it off. "Could you ask him to wait a couple of minutes more? I'll be fast, I swear."

I started to close the door, but Deuce's hand stopped it. "W-wait!", he flushed red when I gazed back, surprised. "I just- umm- are you really okay, Willow? You look super pale. Are you sure you want to come?"

Yikes. I must have looked like I rose from my grave or something for him to look panicked like that. 

"Of course, I do. I promised Ace, and someone has to make sure Grimm doesn't lose his self-control while eating." I pushed his nose away with a finger. "Also, it's free food. Are you stopping me from having free food, Deuce?"

He shook his head. "No! I just thought- no, never mind. I'll tell Cater to wait. You do what you were...uh..gonna do."

His face was completely red when he fled. What was up with him today?