'None of the gods knew about the Chosen One existing in this day, and we all have differing opinions on whomever they are. Half of us want to kill them now and save the world from more danger, half of us want to discover who they are and use them as...
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Piper jolted awake and abruptly sat up. She scanned her surroundings, a hopeful prayer lingering in her heart. Still here, she sadly thought to herself. She could only dream of a world where she wasn't sitting on death row, all because of who she was. Who would've thought there would be a time where she could compare herself to Ted Bundy; helplessly awaiting her death as a highly sought after prisoner. The only reason she was still alive was because they wanted her powers— or a confession, in Mr. Bundy's case— and then she would be mercilessly executed.
Piper thought a lot about her fate. Esmeralda had no reason to keep her alive after they extracted the power from her. What benefit does she provide them once her powers are gone? She would be even weaker than she was now, which seemed unimaginable. Fate worked in a cruel way.
The only thing Piper couldn't figure out was why her inevitable future was being delayed. She had been there for several days, maybe a week? No beatings, no threats, no 'enjoy your last day alive' speeches. They didn't treat her like the prisoner she was. They fed her very well, surprisingly so. Fruits, vegetables, meats. Piper declined the meat, and they actually gave her a protein substitute. Why would they strengthen her if they were going to dispose of her after the extraction? All Piper could do was ponder these countless questions.
The prison cell Piper grew to call home was exactly that; a home. There was a quite comfortable mattress atop of a metal bed frame. A sink was attached to the wall on her left with a mirror above it. Piper didn't dare look in it, but not because she was scared of how bad she would look. She couldn't bear to see what she had become; a burden her friends were forced to carry.
There was an enclosed toilet, the only form of privacy Piper was given. The walls were painted a dull gray and had 7 empty picture frames scattered across them. Piper never understood this; maybe it was modern decor? That was something she had little knowledge about, so she didn't dwell too much on the matter.
Piper pulled herself out of her bed as she was greeted by a change in her daily routine. Typically, the only human interaction she received was the man who gave her food and the few people who stopped and stared at her. They examined her like she was a science experiment, trying to predict the results. But today, Esmeralda decided to pay her a visit. Piper stood up and faced the witch.
Esmeralda smugly smiled as she used her magic to open the cell door. It immediately slammed behind her, startling Piper. She was holding a glass full of some liquid that looked oddly appetizing. It looked like a strawberry banana smoothie; Piper's favorite. Esmeralda sauntered into the cell and got within spitting distance of Piper.
"How has your stay with us been, darling?" She said, like she was a hotel concierge. Her smile never faltered.
"Here, drink this. It's necessary for extracting your powers. I promise, it's delicious." She held out the glass for Piper to take.
Piper cautiously took the glass. She didn't understand why they would make her last drink delightful. Didn't they hate her? Hate demigods?
"Why did you wait this long to extract my powers? It's been several days that you could've used destroying the world. Why wait?" Piper bluntly asked.
