Their Sin's ~Transformation~ PJO

Chapter 8

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 ❝I'm not trying to be in this;
Not trying to be cold,
Just trying to be endless,
Tell me are you too.❞

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 ❝Their eyes are the weakness.Go for the eyes!❞ Pearl glared at the cyclops before charging with a battle cry. She ran with determination, her fury lighted her path with fire. She made no movement to stop. She will fight, she won't die here. "I'm not leaving you Scott!" With that a sword from the mist it's self forms and slices into the cyclops.
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What was happening. Something Scott was thinking a lot lately. After the cyclops took him, he yelled at Pearl to run away. That's all he remembers from his eyes. But the last thing he heard was Pearls battlecry. From then, the results were clear, Pearl had been trying to heal him the best she could over the two days. Only a child of Apollo can heal injuries like this.

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Pearl carried Scott's fainted body. His feet digged into the dirt, making it harder for her to work. She didn't know where she was going, but everything seemed familiar.  ❝Find the pinetree. Over the hill, that's where camp is, Percy.❞ Pearl nodded to herself and continued to stride, she pushed herself to continue; even when the odds were against her.

"We're close." The hoarseness and sickening sound her voice emitted made her cringe inwardly.

As fate was finally with her, voices from patrols were heard. Her head started to raise from her slouching position. She scrambled to hurry to the voices with the last of her strength, that she can emit. When she fell into a clearing she stumbled and finally fell to her knees.

"Help." Was the last thing she had voiced out at the wide-eyed campers.

Her eyes settled on Scott's crippled form. The marks that had harden blood around it , showed an infection brewing. Soon the haziness overwhelmed her and she fell to her side, letting exhaustion control her.

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"Did he make it?" Styx asked softly as she landed in her river, trying to fight the disease that riled and rained inside her.

"You mean she. He was reborned mother." Bia let her fingers trail in her mother's hair. "But yes--" Bias was interrupted as Nyx walked out from the shadows.

"She made it-- With Your son Bia." Bia's eyes widen at the mention of her son.

"He had died."

"But hero's are reborned."

"I saw him; die."

"He is back."

"Please, let this be true." Bia eyes seemed to become glass, waiting to break. Her attention towards her mother was shifted to Nyx.

"It is. I do 'not' lie." Nyx spoke quietly but had authority in her tone.

"What of the gods." Styx changed the subject with her whisper like voice.