Look at them, the Voice whispered. Can't you feel their hostilities? Can't you see how much they want you gone?
No, I tried to block out its voice, but failed. They are nice people. My family.
The Voice leered. Do you truly believe that? The hour you arrive, someone threw you in a river. A god tried to make you go crazy. Open your eyes, girl! They fear you. They hate you for who you are. They want you to leave.
The problem was that I couldn't counter its argument.
When I stepped into the Dining Pavilion, half the population of Camp Half Blood was there, clamouring around me and Chiron. What happened? They asked the centaur. Was it a monster attack? What was that horrifying, inhumane scream we all heard?
Many of them snuck suspicious glares at me, and a few even drew hidden knifes and daggers with fear in their eyes. They pushed against us rowdily, screaming questions and what sounded like Greek curses. If not for Chiron and some of the older Campers, I might have been gutted there and then.
After ten minutes of explanations, the mob of Campers dispersed to their tables, but not without a rumble of dissension. The tension was palpable. Despite the attempts of the senior Campers to get the conversation going, the atmosphere still felt like it was cackling with electricity.
Chiron seated me at with a dozen Campers, each of them a son or daughter of a god named Herpes or something. A few of them tried to start a conversation, but I ignored them as I was too tired to talk or think. I felt hollow, as if someone took out my insides, leaving me with an empty body devoid of emotions. Everything - the Camp, the aroma of the food, the continuous hum of hundreds of Campers talking all at once - faded into the background. In my world, there was just myself, and the darkness of my mind.
After all, the Voice continued. Who would want to live with a murderer?
You killed her, I spat. I told you to make her go away, and you sent her to hell.
Why do you care for that Titan? Asked the Voice. She is your enemy, a children of the race your own gods overthrew. You should be happy that I removed her for you.
Shut up! I shouted in my mind. She is different. She took me in, she adopted me, raised me, and you fucking killed her!
Oh, don't get me wrong. I never killed the Titan. The Voice said coldly. You killed her. You summoned the vortex that dragged her into Tartarus, into the pits of hell. You are the murderer. Not me.
It wasn't me-
A rough, calloused hand grabbed my shoulder and gave me a good shake down. "Go away!" I screamed and leapt to a side, scattering the benches and utensils.
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Heir Of Shadows {A Percy Jackson Fanfiction}
FanficDarkness is rising. 20 years after defeating Gaia, our favourite Demigods and Demigoddesses have all settled down to their own lives and families. The world is seemly at peace, and every thing is as peachy as it could be. However, with the arrival o...
