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Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Verillia, daughter of Dionysius, was never meant for peace. Born to a mortal mother whose mind was unraveled by madness, she was raised in the shadows of the Underworld by Persephone, who loved her as her own. Her father, a god of chaos and revelry, entrusted his daughter to the goddess when her mother's descent into madness left her unable to care for the child. Though she was sheltered in Persephone's care, the remnants of her divine lineage pulsed beneath her skin. In time, Verillia was sent to Camp Half-Blood, a place where halfbloods like her could find their place in the world. When Hera steals her memories, Verillia is left adrift-a shell of herself, with only the faintest whispers of a life she can no longer grasp, and stubborn voices lingering in her head. One moment, she's struggling with the fragments of her identity; the next, she finds herself on a bus with Jason, Piper, and Leo, caught in the swirl of a prophecy she doesn't remember and an adventure she never asked for. As she journeys alongside Leo, the bond between them grows, undeniable and fierce. Though she cannot remember their shared past, Verillia feels a pull-something ancient, something prophesied , deep in her heart. But the voices in her mind grow louder with every step, the vines of her lost memories twisting around her, threatening to unravel the fabric of her reality. Verillia must now reclaim the memories Hera stole, face the gods who try to control her, and confront a fate that seems to bind her and Leo together.
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'Glancing to her left, feeling the seat next to her shifting, Persephone's eyes locked onto the side profile of a boy. Black, curly hair, pointed ears, tongue sticking out in concentration of whatever he was fiddling with in his hands. Feeling her gaze, he turned to her, seeing her awake and grinned. His grin immediately told Persephone that the little Latino was not to be trusted with anything sharp or pointy or potentially dangerous. - "Child of lightening, beware the earth, The giants' revenge the eight shall birth, The forge and the dove shall break the cage, And death unleash through Hera's rage, Death shall meet her enemy soon, The curse she lands may be her doom." - Leo saw the fear in her eyes, as she stared at him. His heart stopped, wanting nothing more than to comfort her, but knowing they didn't have the time for it. "Come on, stay close to me, you'll be fine." He told her, pulling her up, wrapping a hand around her wrist and sprinting off in the direction of the warehouse. - "I wish someone looked at me the way Jason looks at Piper." She muttered to herself, not meaning for Leo to hear. He furrowed his eyebrows. "What makes you so sure someone doesn't already look at you like that?" - Persephone reached for Leo's hand, vision swimming. "It burns." She told him. His façade started to crack. Persephone loved seeing the son of Hephaestus happy, but this was the complete opposite. His expression was crestfallen, eyes pained. He entwined her fingers with his, clutching her hand tightly. A stray tear fell. (Takes place during The Lost Hero, book one of the Heroes of Olympus series) (Book two: There's Fire) (All characters belong to Rick Riordan, Persephone and her own plotline are purely my creation)

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