there must be more than this provincial life.
[ percy jackson x original character ]
[ book three in the belle series ]
[ the mark of athena, the house of hades, & the blood of olympus ]
[ bonus: the lost hero, the hidden oracle, the ship of the dea...
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖙-𝖘𝖎𝖝: BELLE STILL DOESN'T FULLY UNDERSTAND THE LINEAGE OF THE GODS
★ 。／｜＼。★
BELLE WAS TIRED of this whole Death Mist thing. Like, she got it. It was their only chance of survival. But it made her feel like her body didn't belong to her anymore. Her arms looked like leather had been pulled over sticks and her skeletal legs seemed to dissolve at every step. She had gotten used to it fairly quickly, but it was almost as if she had been wrapped in a layer of helium. Sunflower had also been reduced to nothing but mist and the bronze blade and green hilt she had grown accustomed to were now only shades of gray. She could barely see the ηλιοτρόπιο — which meant sunflower in Greek — engraving on it.
She worried that the Death Mist would cling to them forever if they managed to survive Tartarus. Belle really didn't want to spend her life as a walking corpse with a sword that was made of mist. It certainly didn't help that Percy looked dead too. That broke her heart the most.
However, what was ahead of them was the most depressing view of all. A horde of monsters spread all the way to the horizon. There were flocks of Arai, tribes of Cyclopes, clusters of evil floating spirits — tens of thousands of monsters who milled restlessly, pressing against one another as they growled and fought each other for space. Bob was leading them towards the edge of the army. He made no effort to hide, but it wouldn't have done any good anyways because he was ten feet tall and glowed silver.
"Stay quiet and stay behind me," Bob advised. "They will not notice you."
"We hope," Percy muttered, making Belle elbow his side.
Small Bob woke up from a nap on Bob's shoulder. He purred loudly and arched his back, flashing from a skeletal kitten to a calico kitten. Small Bob was probably the only one out of them who didn't seem nervous.
Belle raised one of her own skeletal hands "Bob, how are you able to see us if we're invisible? You're technically . . . well, you know . . ."
"Yes," Bob replied. "But we are friends."
"Then how come Nyx and her children were able to see us?"
Bob shrugged. "That was in Nyx's realm. That is different."
