▃▃▃ 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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When Adrien woke, he was greeted by a bright blue sky and a pounding headache. Everything was blurry, his vision swimming as if the world refused to focus.
He could barely feel his back, only the faint weight of a cold cloth resting on his forehead. "Rest, cursed one. Rest," a beautiful, angelic voice murmured.
He didn't argue. His body obeyed before his mind could catch up.
The next time he opened his eyes, it was night. He lay in a comfortable bed with feathered pillows and cotton sheets.
The cave was divided into sections by white silk curtains. Against one wall stood a large loom and a harp. Against the other, shelves were neatly stacked with jars of fruit preserves. Dried herbs hung from the ceiling: rosemary, thyme, and a dozen others Elara could've named without hesitation.
A fireplace was built into the cave wall, a pot bubbling over the flames. The scent of stew drifted through the air, rich and warm, like beef and herbs.
Slowly, he pushed himself upright, wincing when his injured wing shifted. He still couldn't fold them back, so he ignored the uncomfortable pull and stepped outside.
The stars were brilliant—thousands of them, like the kind you only saw far from the city. He spotted a few constellations Elara had taught him: Capricorn, Pegasus, Sagittarius. Near the southern horizon, one he didn't recognize at first: the Huntress, a new constellation, a tribute to Elara's friend who had died last winter.
"Percy, what do you see?"
Adrien's head snapped toward the voice. Percy was still alive?
"I was just looking at..." He froze, catching sight of her face. "Uh... I forgot."
She laughed softly. "Well, as long as you're up, you can help me plant these."
"Percy?" Adrien called hesitantly.
Footsteps hurried toward him, and then Percy appeared, a flicker of relief crossing his face. "You're alright," Percy said quickly, scanning him for injuries.
"Yeah." Adrien's voice was wary as he glanced around. "Where are we?"
"Welcome. I am Calypso." The girl beside him—the one who had first spoken—had caramel hair woven into a neat plait. "Come. Let's have dinner."
Adrien only knew who Calypso was because Elara had once forced him and Dominic to read every version of The Odyssey. Still, he suspected her interest in the tale had less to do with literature and more to do with the way she always quizzed them about Tieseare.
