🏛.ೃ࿐ Ⅰ．▌ THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝Through out the three centuries that Sarah's been apart of the Hunters, she's come to realize that being a Demigod thoroughly sucked. Growing...
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PERCY: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset? CHER: No, I said "Percy, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.
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THE CLIFFSIDE OF MOUNT OTHRYS IS SHROUDED IN FOG AND DARKNESS, BUT SARAH CAN SEE CLEARLY THAT LUKE IS NO LONGER BEARING THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY. Instead he stands beside Annabeth who is clearly struggling to hold the weight. Sarah snarls, vision tinting red, as she realizes that Luke tricked her into holding up the sky. She had clearly been holding it for hours maybe longer; she looked to be on the verge of collapsing.
Luke looks distraught as he seems to check her over, he tells Atlas that she's fading. Sarah's heart jumps into her throat, how could he let this happen? How could he do this to Annabeth?
Atlas pushes Lady Artemis into view. She is tied up, her dress torn and her face and arms covered in a myriad of scratches. Gold ichor drips from several of the cuts. Atlas tells her to decide, Artemis glances at Annabeth in concern, then her face contorts in outrage.
