❛ if you strike me down, i shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine ❜
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Aurora was ready to give the Fates a godly slap. She didn't care if they'd get back at her by snipping her string of life. She was done with them meddling and messing about. They were treating her life like it was a fucking soap opera, and she was done. Done with the surprise plot twists, done with the painful losses, and absolutely fucking done with the monsters!
"Is that what I think it is?" She wanted to be wrong. For the sake of all that was good and holy, she wanted to be so completely wrong.
But Percy's shaky response proved her right. "Yeah. Yeah, I think it is."
The girl groaned and shoved her face into Percy's chest. She was so tired. So fucking tired. But, of course, the Fates just had to throw a fucking Drakon in her way and screw with her some more. She was so close to just letting Gaea win, honestly. Whatever provided the least amount of work.
"Let's get this shit storm rolling, then."