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I 024. I
𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔
❝ comfort ❞
HER HAND WENT LIMP. It hit the ground, seeming to turn the air cold. The wind stopped for a small moment, waiting, and waiting for the right time to kick in again.
Her body was still warm, cheeks flushed, but slowly losing whatever color it once had. It was drained from her face. Tan skin turning dark and lifeless, like her once bright eyes.
He couldn't let go.
Sounds muffled in his ears while he tried to wrap his brain around the fact that she was gone. In his arms, the girl he was meant to be with, one of his best friends and his lifelong partner, was gone. In a split second all holes of a happy life were crushed once she fell into his arms.
A bundle of blonde was sobbing over the girl. Tears were trying to bring her back to life, but with no success. Anyone could hear the pure heartbreak in her voice as she cried and wailed to the gods to give her back her sister, her friend, her lifeline. But no one appeared to claim it was some sick prank for their amusement. No god erupted from the ground to retrieve her and make her okay. There was nothing.
No grass blade moved. No beat of wind, and the moon seemed to cover itself with the clouds. There were no crickets chirping, or the occasional shout from a camper in the late hours, and the waves from canoe lake seemed to have stopped in an odd manor. That made it all the more sadder.
Percy had felt the first piece of his heart chip off when he was forced away from her body. He fought, he struggled, but he was overpowered by the single sad and broken look Pollux gave him. And Percy knew then, that it was only fig for the brother to share a few final moments with the last sibling he had left, before leaving himself alone until he died.
His sea-green eyes focused on the blond boy kneeling down, cradling the fallen girl in his arms. Their eyes matched—but one had more life than the other. Pollux couldn't hold back his tears any longer, letting the salty water flow down his cheeks and onto her shirt, soaking it with despair and grief.
Pollux lost his cool, or whatever had been left. Vines sprouted from the ground in great remorse for not saving her. They seemed to shrivel up at the sight of her hand lying on the cold, dark grass.
Zoe bounded closer. Her nose sniffed the dark ringlets all tangled together, urging her to stand up. Nothing came. The tiger cooed softly in desperation for her owner to raise her hand and pet that one spot behind her ears where she purred. But to everyone's sake, nothing came.
The second small piece of his heart chipped off when Grover collapsed to his knees. He couldn't stand, and somehow, Percy didn't know how he was. The satyr's hooves quivered and shook under his body while he grasped at the grass and made a few blessings, which would never go into affect, for she was no nature spirit or animal. But the meaning was all the same.
