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A warm hand is suddenly placed on my shoulder and the stone path beneath my feet suddenly vanishes, only to be replaced with something softer. The hand on my shoulder withdraws and I bend down to run my fingers across the ground. "Dirt. We're in a forest" I state taking in the smell of the earth. "You're one of a kind. This is Camp Halfblood. The children here are the offspring of gods and goddesses. So in a sense, they are like you" she muses, lightly clasping my hand in her's. "Usually someone is sent to guide half-bloods here or we guide them through little signs. But given your case, I have been sent by Zeus himself to deliver you" she hums. "My case? Do you mean my lack of sight?" I ask, as she begun to guide me along. "Not that. You'll find out in time. You are much more important than you could ever know" she sighs coming to a stop. "This is where we part. If you ever need any help just know we are watching and all you have to do is ask" she assures me, briefly squeezing my hand.
The next few moments seem to blur together. My hand suddenly drops and her calming presence suddenly vanishes, the sudden reality sets in. "She's abandoned me in the middle of the woods" I bitterly chuckle throwing my head back. "You're an idiot, (f/n). You trust the one being who damned your mother to an eternity of suffering and you're surprised that she abandoned you to" I chuckle breaking into full-blown laughter. I must have sounded like I was on the edge of insanity before my laugh cracked. My bitter laughs turned into hysterical sobbing as I sunk to my knees, my hands gripping my head.
"Wasn't it enough to watch my mother suffer all these years" I seeth toward the sky. "So now you turn to me for your own sick games". "Well, I refuse to play," I mutter, steading my breaths. "I'll make you suffer as I do. Just you watch" I seethe. A sudden crack sounded from above me and the heavens opened above me, as a sudden downpour soaked my skin. I could feel my clothing cling to my skin and my hair stick to my face. "Childish" I mutter dragging m palms against the muddy earth until I struck something solid. I wave the stick across the ground in front of me as I walked in a random direction, the rain continuing its onslaught. "I know I've pissed you off by threatening your daughter but come on" I groan.
"The fuck?"
A sudden coloured blur appeared in my otherwise black world. "I. I can see something" I whisper dropping my stick. The rain, as if hearing my words suddenly cut out. "I can see something" I firmly state, edging my way toward it, arms stretched out before me, taking hesitant steps. I'm not abandoning you, the way is clear (f/n). I hear her whisper as if she was beside me. Deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt I lower my hands and take off running. The colour seems to expand in height as I get closer until I crash into it. "Why can I see you I mutter to the block of colour lifting my hand to touch it only to have something grab my hand. A squeal escapes my lips as I try to pull my hand away, but the colour has wrapped itself around my wrist. It feels like a hand?
"Uh, what are you doing?" the colour suddenly asks.
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With these Eyes (PercyxReader)
FanfictionNo one mourns the loss of a villian. Or do they?