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Please don’t be mad—I know I haven’t posted in TWO weeks, but I do have a legit reason, okay?
If you didn’t read my message, basically I got into this HUGE musical that we are doing like, nationally, in the country's most AMAZING hall, and rehearsals are really eating up all of my free time.
Add that to the fact that I also have choir rehearsals like, ALL THE TIME, because we're going to the World Choir Games in Latvia, which is practically the Olympics for choirs...
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XII—Jason
Jason knew he wasn’t the smartest among the Seven—that title clearly belonged to Annabeth—but he wasn’t stupid, either.
He knew what the last line of Aletheia’s prophecy meant.
“. . .Or see the world in endless sleep--”
‘Endless sleep?’ That obviously meant death.
So the fate of the world depended on whether he could correctly decide what promises he would make and keep, or what promises he would make and break.
“Your request has been granted, Jason,” she stated, leering at him with disapproving, icy blue eyes. “It is time for me to take my leave.”
Aletheia made to flash out, but Leo broke past Percy and Frank in front of him and came to a stop before the goddess.
Aletheia eyed him with a sneer, before raising an eyebrow in slight questioning.
“Um. . .” Leo blinked up at the goddess, who towered about seven inches above him, looking down at the demigod as if he was a tiny bug that she was going to squash underfoot.
Leo had a surprised look on his face, and his forehead was creased ever so slightly—it looked like Leo himself was confused as to what he was doing standing in front of Aletheia.
Then his lips parted in a silent ‘oh,’ and he held up a tentative hand, signaling the goddess to wait.
Aletheia raised her other eyebrow.
“What is it you want, demigod?”
Leo plunged a hand into the pockets of his magical toolbelt and noisily rummaged around in it. “Um, you kind of have something that’s mine. And. . .”
The tip of Leo’s tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated hard on looking for a specific item among the other things in his undoubtedly cluttered stash of tools and weapons.
“. . . hang on—I just have one question for you.”
Aletheia crossed her arms across her chest and huffed impatiently.
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Blood of Olympus
FanfictionThis is it. The final battle. The battle which determined whether Gaea, the evil Earth goddess (or Dirt Queen, as Leo so skillfully nicknamed), rises from the ashes, and, in turn, brings the entire mortal world crumbling down. It's up to the Seve...
