𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 ➵ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

: ̗̀➛𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 mr.d causes devi to piss her pants

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"I'm gonna throw up," Devi said, her stomach churning, partly because she didn't eat anything, as she looked at the range of snowy mountains underneath her. 

"Tell me when it's over," Thalia said anxiously. Her eyes were shut tight. The statue was holding onto Devi, Percy, and Thalia so they couldn't fall, but still Thalia clutched his arm as if it were the most important thing in the world.

"Everything's fine," Percy promised.

"We're in the Sierras!" Zoe yelled. She and Grover were hanging from the arms of the other statue. "I have hunted here before. At this speed, we should be in San Francisco in a few hours."

"Hey, hey, Frisco!" the angel who held the demigods said. "Yo, Chuck! We could visit those guys at the Mechanics Monument again! They know how to party!"

"Oh, man," the other angel said. "I am so there!"

"You guys have visited San Francisco?" Devi asked

"We automatons gotta have some fun once in a while, right?" the statue holding her said. "Those mechanics took us over to the de Young Museum and introduced us to these marble lady statues. And-"

"Hank!" the other statue, Chuck, cut in. "They're kids, man."

"Oh, right." If bronze statues could blush, Devi swore Hank did. "Back to flying."

The angels sped up, mountains zipping past them as they fell into hills. Farmland, towns, and highways were just a blur of colors the faster they sped.

Grover played his pipes to pass the time. Zoë got bored and started shooting arrows at random billboards as they flew by. Devi thought it was a genius way to pass the time and pulled her bow and arrow out. Every time the two saw a Target department store, they would try to see who could hit closer to the bullseye at a hundred miles an hour. 

Devi pulled back another arrow, squinting at the red target sign that was quickly coming into view. She released the arrow and watched it land square in the middle. 

She let out a satisfied hum, a huge grin on her face. It was hard to see, but Zoe gave her a thumbs-up.

Devi spotted another target and was readying her next arrow when she heard Percy and Thalia talking about the clear-sighted girl at the dam. Her bow slackened as she remembered the encounter. 

She assumed that most mortal parents who got with gods must've been clear-sighted because imagine a random person you hooked up with told you that they were the god of storms, or poetry, or dead people.

She nearly laughed and pulled her bow taut.

Exhaling slowly, she loosened the arrow with a little tremble in her hand. It flew fast, hitting the target, but it was inches off the center.  

She didn't let herself smile this time. 

The wind whipped her hair into her face like a cruel joke.  It truly shouldn't matter. It's incredible that she could even hit the logo in the situation she was in, but being the best archer at camp and the daughter of Apollo, the god who was known for his archery skills, it was concerning. 

She never missed a target. 

Her mind drifted back to the lines of her prophecy — to the words she couldn't stop hearing in her head.

Soul turns black as the curse takes hold,

Eyes dark, she bleeds what is rotten and cold.