I've had weird dreams, scary dreams, dreams that didn't make sense, dreams that made me laugh, dreams that made me want to cry, but the most terrifying thing about my dreams is that most of them actually happened.
So when I had a dream the night before the fourth of July, I really freaked out. The past few days, I'd gotten lucky somehow and hadn't been having any dreams.
I fell asleep that night, as usual, and all I saw was black. But a voice spoke to me.
It was male, but not Epiales. However, it sounded much older and wiser, like it was older than everything ever and had seen just about everything.
"Poor Faren, a child of Apollo who could die at any moment," the voice said in kind of a bored and sleepy tone.
"Um, who are you?" I asked.
I could imagine the man smiling. "Oh, I'm the primordial void, the origin of everything, the source out of which everything was created."
"That's kind of a long name," I noted.
I imagined the man rolling his eyes. "I guess you've never heard of me, in fact, I doubt that most demigods and gods don't even know who I am. But I will tell you this boy: I am rising, I want revenge for never being worshiped, never being given much credit. I am older than the gods, the titans, even the Earth and Sky themselves! And I'm rising, the only thing that stands in my way is the prophecy. You see, prophecies confuse people, and warn people like me on what will stop me from reaching my goal."
I gulped getting nervous now. This guy said he was older than the Earth himself. By Earth, I think he meant Gaea, the earth mother. I don't know how I knew his name, but it came to me.
"You're Chaos," I said simply. "The god who was there before everything. The one who created everything."
I could imagine Chaos smiling. "Exactly. And you, Faren Quinn, son of Apollo, are an obstacle in my way. The fates forbid me from hurting you now, and I do not have a physical form yet, sadly. But I will try to break your spirit. That is why I sent Epiales to 'kill' you on your last day of school. The plan was to scratch you, and by doing that, Epiales could get into you and Thἀvma Rangel's minds, taking her and therefore breaking your spirit. I have learned a few things as these years pass. Take out the enemy before they know you. I made the mistake of waiting for your sister to find out about the prophecy. But she is no longer a threat to me."
I had a strange feeling that he wasn't talking about Thávma when he referred to "my sister." But I didn't have an actual sister, I'm an only child.
I felt anger though as I found out that me getting clawed by Epiales was all one huge set up. I tried to tackle Chaos, wherever he was. Instead I tripped and fell on the ground. I started getting up.
Chaos laughed. "I do not have a physical form, and it will take some strong items to give me one. However, that doesn't stop me from talking to people." He paused for a moment, like deciding something.
"I feel like doing you a favor, Faren," he said. "I will show you what the girl and the boy haven't told you." I imagined him then shrugging. "I guess they don't trust you enough to tell you."
Before I could respond, the floor disappeared and I fell into darkness.
~~~
I landed in a scene. I was at a school, but no one noticed me. It was like watching a movie. I saw a girl closing her small locker. She looked in about third grade. She wore a soccer sweater, black jeans, and a green t-shirt. Her brown curly hair was tied back into a ponytail, her dark brown eyes gleaming.
Immediately I could tell it was a younger version of Thἀvma. The only difference was that she didn't have her golden streak of hair yet. But I could tell it was her.
She walked into a classroom, where kids were talking. The teacher wasn't in the room. Everyone stopped when Thἀvma walked in. Thἀvma looked around, like deciding what to do.
"Look who's here." A taller girl with straight brown hair with tons of makeup on. "Little miss dyslexia."
Everyone laughed. I put my hands into fists. I just wanted to punch her. I hate popular girls like that. But I remembered this was a dream, something that had already happened.
"Just because I have dyslexia doesn't mean I'm dumb!" Thἀvma exclaimed. She glared at the girl with her dark brown eyes. If I was that popular girl, I would have backed off. But the girl didn't appear scared.
"You're an ADHD dyslexic freak!" the girl shouted. "People who have problems like that shouldn't be in the same room as normal people!"
Thἀvma looked like she wanted to hide and cry. "Well, um..." Thἀvma seemed to trying to think of a comeback. "Y-you wear so much makeup, a-a clown would be jealous!"
Everyone oohed and the popular girl walked up to Thἀvma, easily sizing her up.
"I don't think you want to go there," she whispered to Thἀvma. "I can make your life miserable."
Thἀvma put her chin up, her shoulders back, her brown eyes glaring.
"If I were you, Michelle, I would back off," Thἀvma growled.
"Ha! You're a joke!" Michelle shouted. "You don't even think the same as us! You're a crazy freak who says they see monsters, just for attention! You don't belong here, Thἀvma Rangel, now stay away from all of us, because we don't want to end up like you, a horrible nobody!"
I could tell Thἀvma couldn't hold it in anymore. She fell to the ground sobbing. Michelle shouted to everyone, "Why don't we take the trash out?"
Some boys and girls dragged Thἀvma out the door, and walked to the back of the school. Thἀvma tried to fight, but they were too strong. They tossed her into the trash bin.
Thἀvma sat there, tears streaming down her face.
She wiped the tears off her face and started to sing softly to herself, like to calm herself down.
"As a child, you would wait. And watch from far away. But you always knew that you'd be the one to work while they all play," she sang. She smiled a little to herself.
The scene dissolved and a new scene appeared in front of me. I was in Hades' throne room, Hades sitting on his skull throne. Persephone's throne was empty, so I guessed it was summer.
Hades looked deep in thought. His black hair had grey streaks in it. He wore a black suit, which looked like it had been made from dammed souls. A crown of bones was on his head.
"You've never liked Apollo anyways," I heard Chaos whisper to Hades. "I'm telling you, by killing her, you'll be congratulated. Zeus will thank you. He might even let you take Apollo's spot when he's not a god anymore. You'll be welcomed on Olympus."
Hades mumbled a few things like he was thinking about this offer.
"Killing all of his children will prevent the prophecy, it will save the gods trouble, and keep you all in power. You don't want another Giant war, do you?"
Hades mumbled a few things. Then he smiled and he got an evil look in his black eyes.
Hades picked up something like a walkie talkie. "Thanatos, I need Thἀvma Rangel dead."
I gulped, my whole body shaking.
"Sorry, Lord Hades," said an easy going voice from the walkie talkie, "But it's not her time yet."
Hades growled, his eyes looking like flames of death, "I don't care! Send Hellhounds to her house. Send them to kill her and her family."
I imagined Thanatos was shrugging. "As you wish."
The image dissolved and then a new one formed. Thἀvma was sitting in a chair, a Star Wars cake in front of her. A candle shaped like an eight was lit. Standing by her was a woman that looked a lot like Thἀvma, and a boy who looked about ten years older than Thἀvma. He had black curly hair and brown eyes, a party hat on his head.
"Make a wish," the woman said.
Thἀvma closed her eyes. After a few seconds wait she blew out the candle.
The boy started cutting the cake. "I'm hungry," the boy said.
Thἀvma laughed. "You're always hungry, Carlos!"
They were all eating cake when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," the woman said standing up and opening the door.
"Special delivery for Thἀvma Rangel," said a man standing by the door in a mailman uniform. He held a package in one hand, a clipboard in the other. "Sign here." He pointed to the paper on the clipboard. The woman signed it and took the package. The mailman left.
The woman set the package in front of Thἀvma. I looked at the package. Printed on it was Greek writing, but I could read it just fine.
Hermes Express
Delivery for Thἀvma A. Rangel
2966 56th St. Fennville MI 49408
Package from Apollo, god of the sun, music, poetry, and prophecy
Room 7 Mount Olympus
I didn't know if Thἀvma read it or not, but Carlos opened the package.
In it was a golden quiver filled with beautiful golden arrows. Thἀvma picked it up studying it in awe.
"I-it's beautiful," she said in awe, her eyes shining with delight.
The woman grabbed a small piece of paper from the quiver. She gasped.
"What mom?" Thἀvma asked.
"Time for bed, sweetie," Thἀvma's mom finally said. "You too Carlos."
Carlos rolled his eyes. "But I'm like eighteen."
"And you live with us so you go to bed."
Thἀvma clutched the golden quiver. She walked to her room. Thἀvma's room was very diverse. She had a cello in the corner, Fall Out Boy and Imagine Dragon posters on the walls, including some Star Wars ones. She had a stack of books, mostly Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. They were in English, so I don't know if she read them. A laptop was on a desk covered with papers. On the wall nearby the desk was a bunch of pieces of paper covered with words in ancient Greek. I guess she was starting to discover some of her ability to write and read Greek. A small picture was on her nightstand, and I had to squint to see it. It was her mother, Carlos and herself standing in front of Niagara Falls.
Thἀvma set her quiver by her bed and just lay on top of the covers without changing into her pajamas. I noticed that she had grabbed the note her mom was looking at.
"Dad, why did you have to leave?" she said almost crying. A few minutes passed, or maybe it was hours, and Thávma just laid there.
Suddenly I heard a crash. Then some toppling furniture. Finally a scream.
"Mom?" Thἀvma asked sitting up. She stuffed the note into her pocket and got up.
Then about five hellhounds burst through her bedroom door.
Thἀvma was quick enough and she grabbed her cello and hit the first hellhound with it, knocking it out. Her cello broke into a million pieces though. She reached for her quiver, but she didn't have a bow. She grabbed the quiver quickly, but she fumbled with it, making arrows scatter across the floor.
She threw an arrow like a dagger and hit one of the hellhounds. It disintegrated.
She jumped onto the other one and stabbed it also disintegrated. She threw another arrow hitting the next one.
The last one lunged toward her, but a gun sound was heard and it disintegrated mid jump. Standing there was Carlos holding a BB gun.
Carlos smiled at his work. "Celestial bronze bullets." He smiled. "Glad that Hannah gave me this."
Hannah. I felt like I knew that person, like a memory that was fuzzy. I remembered a bright smile and a girl with blonde hair.
"Who's Hannah?" Thἀvma asked.
Carlos frowned. "Never mind that. We've got to get you to camp!"
"Camp?"
"A safe place for demigods," he explained. "I'll explain more on the way. I may be a mortal, but you're not. Hannah told me that you might be one.
"We've got to go now though," Carlos said, grabbing her arm. They started running out the door. Their living room was a mess.
"What about mom?" Thἀvma asked. "Is she—"
Carlos nodded. "I'm sorry Thἀvma, but there's nothing we can do about that."
Tears fell from Thἀvma's face as they ran. They ran fast and hard. But more hellhounds came.
"Reinforcements." Carlos growled, aiming his gun. Thἀvma gripped her quiver. There was about ten hellhounds. They would never make it.
Just then a boy seemed to appear out of nowhere. He had an army style haircut, black hair, a leather jacket, and black jeans. He held a bronze sword and he looked about eleven. He started slashing hellhounds.
"I could use some help!" the boy shouted. I realized that it was Ethan. Carlos aimed at a hellhound and shot it.
"Stay back!" Carlos told Thἀvma.
Ethan suddenly started running, hellhounds chasing him. "Run!" He shouted.
Carlos tried to shoot another hellhound, but he was out of ammo. He tossed his gun and started to run with Thἀvma, following Ethan.
One hellhound lunged at Carlos. Ethan tried to kill it with his sword, but the hellhound caught Carlos. Carlos yelled in pain as the hellhound started ripping him apart. The other hellhounds joined in trying to get a piece of Carlos.
"NO!" Thἀvma shouted, but Ethan held her back.
"It doesn't matter that he's dead!" Ethan growled. "You're a demigod, he's a useless mortal! We should run while we have the chance!"
Thἀvma glared at Ethan and kicked him in the place where the sun don't shine. I realized that this was when Thἀvma started to hate Ethan.
"You jerk! He was my family! You're just like Malfoy from that book!"
"Who's that?" Ethan groaned.
Thἀvma grabbed Ethan's sword. "Hey you devil mutts!" she shouted turning to the hellhounds.
The hellhounds turned to her, like remembering that she was the one they needed to kill.
She pointed her sword at them. "You kill my family? Prepare to die!"
She charged at the hellhounds, a glowing aura around her. She sliced them all to dust before they could even yelp.
Thἀvma was breathing heavily as the aura faded. Ethan had gotten up, looking impressed.
"I need to take you to camp," Ethan said smiling.
Thἀvma kicked him in the shins. "Fine. But only because Carlos wanted me to go there. You'll be the guide, but I'm in charge."
Ethan looked too scared to argue. He nodded. "Right this way, Sunshine."
Thἀvma kicked him again. "Rule number one: Don't call me Sunshine!"
The image shifted. Thἀvma and Ethan were at the foot of Half Blood hill. Three old hags with leathery wings were chasing them. I knew they were the Kindly Ones. Campers came from the camp to help. I noticed Thἀvma had three golden arrows left in her quiver. She looked about a year older, her face more serious. She was dirty and in ragged clothes. Same with Ethan.
Ethan was trying to fend off the Kindly Ones from Thἀvma, whom they were after.
"Get to the border!" one of the campers shouted. "We'll hold them off!
Thἀvma shook her head and grabbed a bow from the weapons. "They're after me. This is my fight."
Before the campers could say anything, Thἀvma stepped forward, pushing Ethan into the camp borders.
"Thἀvma, no!" Ethan shouted. "You can't do this by yourself!"
She smirked at him. "You were a very annoying travel partner, you know? But I can't ask you to risk your life for me." She turned to the Kindly Ones who were smiling showing their fanged teeth.
"So Hades sent you three hags?" Thἀvma shouted loading her bow with one of her golden arrows. "I have to say, I'm flattered that Hades actually found the reason to send his Furies after me, he'll be mad I suppose when I destroy you little ugly things." I flinched when she said the Kindly Ones' actual name.
The first one bared its fangs and showed its claws and swooped down toward Thἀvma. She simply shot it with her golden arrow, disintegrating the Kindly One.
"C'mon!" Thἀvma shouted. "You can do better than that!" She loaded another arrow.
Both Kindly Ones attacked her. She shot the first one down, and dodged the second one's attack. She frantically started loading her last arrow, when Thἀvma fumbled and dropped the arrow and it rolled down the hill.
Thἀvma looked a little nervous and panicky. The Kindly One showed its fangs before swooping down on Thἀvma.
Thἀvma smirked and hit the Kindly One with the bow. The Kindly One disintegrated, for the bow was made of celestial bronze.
Chiron ran up to her in all his centaur-y glory.
"Child, you just—just..." He stuttered amazed.
Thἀvma smiled. "I just killed the three Furies." She looked at and stomped her foot on the ground. "Hey Hades! That's the best you got?" she laughed, mostly in relief of still being alive.
"She's got to be a daughter of Ares for sure," Ethan said, a little sad maybe.
Thἀvma thought about this for a moment. "Yeah, Ares probably. He seems cool."
Just then there was a loud bang and a flash of light. Standing there was a man with curly blonde hair and a lean beach body. The other wore shades and a leather jacket, his hair spiked up army style. They were pulling each other's hair. I realized that they were Apollo and Ares.
"Did you hear that?" Ares shouted at Apollo. "She likes me better!"
Apollo shook his head pulling Ares' hair. "This one is my true child! I finally got someone better than Octavian! And your son wanted to be my son, don't you remember?"
Ares stopped pulling Apollo's hair. "Fine. But I get to bless her."
Apollo rolled his eyes and stopped pulling Ares' hair. "She's my child. Don't you forget that Ares."
Everyone looked confused. Ares and Apollo just seemed to realize that people were watching them.
"Oh," Apollo said. He gave a bright white smile and walked up to Thἀvma (Who looked very surprised) and put his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm very proud of you girl," he said softly. "You killed the Kindly Ones at age nine! Even Percy Jackson didn't do that! I'm proud to claim you as my daughter."
Thἀvma's golden streak of hair appeared in her hair. She smiled sweetly, and then kicked Apollo in the shin.
"You left my mother! You let me be bullied! You never visited! On my birthday you gave me only half a weapon!" She shouted angrily. Apollo looked a little confused.
"I-I'm sorry girl." Apollo shook his head sadly. "But as a god, I don't get to visit people too often, and well...I'm sorry about your mother's death. And, well...my children are really in danger right now. You're the only child of Apollo at camp right now. Can you forgive me?"
Thἀvma thought for a moment. Everyone was too surprised to say anything. Then Thἀvma hugged Apollo.
"I understand," she whispered in his ear. "I understand that you won't always be there, but will you at least visit sometimes?"
Apollo smiled. "I swear it on the River Styx."
Thunder boomed in the distance.
They let go of each other. Apollo smiled at all the campers and Chiron who were all very confused.
"Well, I best be off then!" Apollo said waving. "Take good care of my daughter! Oh I almost forgot!" He snapped his fingers and a golden bow and quiver filled with shiny gold arrows appeared. He handed them to Thἀvma. "A new weapon! Unlimited amount of golden arrows, half are flame arrows! Plus it can turn into a lyre at your will." Apollo waved again and disappeared in a flash of gold light. Ares stepped forward.
"Thἀvma, you're one tough kid," Ares said smiling. "You may not be my child, but I'll give you my blessing." A red aura surrounded Thἀvma. "You'll be able to use any weapon well," Ares continued. "And you will always be strong and tough."
The red aura faded. Thἀvma smiled. "Thank you Lord Ares."
"Well, I got stuff to do," Ares said and he disappeared in a flash of red light.
"Ethan, show Thἀvma to the Apollo cabin." Chiron said looking worried.
Thἀvma shook her head. "I'm pretty sure it's that golden one, cabin seven."
"How did you know?" Ethan asked.
"Because Apollo likes gold stuff and his holy number is seven. You should read once in awhile, you know? Even if you have dyslexia that's no excuse." She walked off toward the cabins, everyone looking nervous or worried.
The scene shifted again. I saw a small boy with shaggy black hair running from a manticore. He held a black sword and was very skinny and pale. The boy blocked the manticore's missiles with his sword.
I realized it was a younger Fernando. He looked about eleven or so. It was hard to tell it was him though, because he didn't have one side of his hair dyed turquoise.
The earth suddenly opened up underneath him. He screamed as he fell into darkness. He landed right into Hades' throne room where Hades was sitting.
"Ah, Fernando, my son," Hades said.
"W-who are you?" Fernando said, his voice quivering. He stood up gripping his sword. "Y-you're not a m-monster, are you?"
"I'm your father, Hades, the god of the Underworld." Hades looked a little amused.
"Like f-from Greek mythology?" Fernando seemed to pale, which seemed impossible because he was already so pale.
"Yes." Hades said. "The Greek myths are real."
Fernando was shaking so badly right now. "Why am I here?"
"I have a job for you," Hades explained. "Go to camp Half Blood. When you get there, find and kill every child of Apollo you find. Do not disappoint me."
I gulped. Hades was going to send Fernando to kill Thἀvma.
"K-kill someone?' Fernando looked nervous. "I-isn't that wrong?"
Hades glared at Fernando, sending chills down my spine. "Do not question what I ask you to do. It is the only way to stop war. You must kill the children of Apollo."
Hades waved his hand and Fernando disappeared.
Fernando appeared at the foot of Half Blood Hill. He trudged up the hill, collapsing at the top. Thἀvma was the first to see him, and brought him to the infirmary.
"You okay?" she asked him after he had rested.
"Y-yeah." Fernando blinked. "I-Is this camp Half Blood?"
She nodded. "I'm Thἀvma Rangel, daughter of Apollo. The only child of Apollo besides Tom at Camp Jupiter."
Fernando looked nervous, and maybe looking around for his sword. "I-I'm Fernando Williams. I'm the son of Hades."
Thἀvma looked a little surprised, but not scared. She smiled at Fernando. "Nice to meet you. You're the first child of Hades we'd had in awhile. Let me show you around camp."
The scene shifted, Thἀvma and Fernando were laughing together running from someone chasing them.
"I'll get you Rangel and you too Pérez!" I hear Nicole's voice shout.
They laughed as they ran to the beach. "That was an amazing prank," Thἀvma commented.
"Hades yeah." Fernando smiled. His hair was now dyed a bright neon purple. It looked like a year had passed, because Fernando looked well fed and not so skinny and he was taller. Thἀvma had grown about an inch, but was a little shorter than Fernando.
Thἀvma sat in the sand looking at the sky. "I haven't had this much fun in forever. I'm glad you're my friend, Fernando."
Fernando touched his stygian sword like trying to decide to kill her or not. He thought for a moment, before throwing his sword down.
"Hey Thἀvma," Fernando looked at her.
"What?" she asked standing up.
"I haven't had this much fun in a while either," he smiled.
Thἀvma sighed. "I use to have a lot of fun with Carlos."
He nodded. "You've told me the story. You want to prank that punk Ethan next?"
She smiled and nodded. Then she got up and grabbed his hand. "Let's go."
Then they ran off, leaving the stygian sword in the sand.
The dream shifted. Fernando was at the foot of Hades' throne. Hades looked furious, and the Kindly Ones were over by one side holding flaming red whips. Fernando's hair was still dyed purple, but it looked a bit faded.
"I couldn't do it!" Fernando shouted bravely standing up. I could tell he had been whipped by the Kindly Ones, blood and cuts on his back, his clothes torn, and he looked like he had lost a lot of blood. "It's wrong to kill people!"
Hades growled. "You are no son of mine! You don't understand! The fates forbid me from killing her, but you can kill her!"
"I won't do it!" Fernando shouted. "It doesn't matter if there's a stupid prophecy! If you want someone to kill her, send someone else to do it! I'm not doing your dirty work! Even if you send someone to kill her, you'll fail! She's the best warrior there is, and I will be defending her, loser!"
Hades' eyes flashed red angrily. "Fine! So be it! If a war starts because you couldn't kill her, then you will be left to suffer!"
"You're the worst godly parent ever!" Fernando exclaimed. "You don't help people! No wonder why the other Olympians don't accept you! You're just a little son of a—"
That's when Fernando went too far. Hades summoned shadows and terrors. He pointed at Fernando angrily. "I won't kill you, but I will do something worse! You are cursed to never be truly happy! You will bring death everywhere you go!"
A jet black stream of shadows went toward Fernando. The shadows surrounded him and he yelled out in pain, clutching his arm. Hades turned and left, leaving his son in his throne room.
When the shadows disappeared, the Greek symbol of death had been burned into Fernando's upper right arm. He groaned, tears streaming down his face. Yet he got up and shadow traveled away.
The dream shifted again. Fernando and Thἀvma sat on the roof of the Apollo cabin eating McDonald's. Half of Fernando's hair was dyed turquoise, so I know it was close to the present.
"The stars are beautiful," Thἀvma noticed. She wore a light soccer jacket, her hair braided.
Fernando wore a leather jacket and black jeans. A new stygian sword was by his side. Fernando pulled out a chocolate cupcake with eleven candles in it.
"Happy birthday Thἀvma."
"Awe, Fernando that's so sweet!" Thἀvma exclaimed.
"Make a wish." Fernando said smiling.
Thἀvma closed her eyes and then blew out the candles. They pulled the candles out and then Thἀvma split it in half so that they could share.
"Thἀvma," Fernando whispered. "I have a confession to make."
Thἀvma's expression turned serious. "What?"
Fernando then told her the story about how Hades sent him to kill her, and how he just couldn't do it. He showed her his death mark and explained his curse.
"I'm sure you don't trust me." Fernando shrugged. "I don't blame you. I should have told you when I first arrived at camp that I was sent to kill you." He looked at the ground.
Thἀvma looked a little shocked. Then she leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek.
Fernando looked over at her, his mouth opened slightly. His cheeks were pink. Thἀvma just smiled.
"Fernando, I do trust you," she said. "You didn't kill me because you wanted to do what's right. You stood up to Hades even though you knew that he could hurt you. You're one of the bravest people I know. I'm glad you're my friend."
Fernando smiled, furiously trying to hide his blushing. "I'm glad you're my friend too." His expression turned serious. "Please don't tell anyone. Already people don't trust me. If they knew...I'm not asking you to swear on the Styx or anything, but—"
"I won't tell anyone." Thἀvma interrupted. "I swear it on the river Styx."
Fernando threw his hands in the air as thunder rumbled in the distance. "You know if you break those oaths you could die! It's dangerous making those oaths! Why'd you do that?"
"I'm a dangerous girl." Thἀvma smirked. "As for why I did it..." She looked at the sky, smiling. "I want to show you that I'm not afraid to take risks for you."
Fernando smiled a little, brushing the hair out of his face. "Hey look, a shooting star." He pointed at the night sky.
"Make a wish." Thἀvma said laying down on the roof.
Fernando closed his eyes. After a few seconds later he opened them.
He lay down next to Thἀvma, and they watched the stars.
~~~
I woke up in cold sweat. My brain seemed to be exploding because I knew so much information. I quickly got out of bed.
I combed my hair and put on my American flag tank top and jean shorts. I put sunglasses on my head and a pair of blue flip flops. It was the Fourth of July after all.
I thought about what I had seen in my dream. I finally decided that I would tell Chiron about Chaos, but not about the other stuff I'd seen and heard.
Why, you ask? I don't know, maybe because I wanted to honor Thἀvma for being the greatest warrior I knew and not break her oath.
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Flames {Book One: The Deadly Dream}
Fanfiction"I looked at my paper crane glumly. The paper made a satisfying crunch as I crushed it in my hand. Like my origami crane, my life was about to change, mostly for the worst." ~~~ Faren is a twelve year old boy who is a demigod. After going to Camp Ha...
