[PJO] Tides of Destiny

[PJO] Tides of Destiny

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The fields stretched before her, an endless ocean of ghostly flowers swaying in a silent breeze. The air was heavy with a scent of dust and forgotten memories. It wasn't terrifying, not exactly, but a profound melancholic ache settled within her. She sat up, the ashen petals crunching softly beneath her. Her fingers traced the familiar grip of her bow, still clutched in her hand. Artemis had always been a constant, a guiding light, even in the darkest of times. But now... now the light felt distant, extinguished. "I never did thank you, did I?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Thank me for what?" "For protecting me" The girl took a deep breath. "Brother" she called out, "Can I come with you?" The young man stopped walking, his back to her. But the smile was still there, she could feel it, a painful curve etched on his face. He turned slightly, his voice low, thick with unshed tears. "No, Sera," he said, his words echoing in the silent field. "Not this time." ____________________ Annabeth Chase x femoc Credit to owners.
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