Thunder and Wise

Thunder and Wise

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Miles Aurelius has been at camp for a week now, and things have already gotten weirder for him. Whether it was the dirty looks from the Ares cabin, or the Athena girl analyzing him anytime he did something, or the Hermes kids taking him in as one of their own. As he finds his place with Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, he chases his pride to fulfil his dreams.
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Mal always strived to win. But who would expect to fear someone so powerful that came from such a failure? She hated being reminded of it, she was ashamed to be related to her, and she aspired to be everything her mother never could. "Auradon will fall. I'll make sure of it." Jay was much like his father. He always had revenge on his mind. Jay was meant to be a prince, to be the sultan one day, to rule over his own kingdom, and Auradon robbed him of that. "I am, after all, the rightful heir to the throne." Evie always knew she was better than her mother. She had a brilliant mind and was an astonishing chemist. Once she got to Auradon, there were so many pretty faces for her to disfigure, she couldn't wait to get her hands on them. "Don't worry, after I'm through with you, you'll be one of us." In the De Vil house, it wasn't the mother who yelled and berated her son, but rather the son who frightened his mother so much, that she let him have anything he ever wanted. "Mom likes wearing the outsides, but me? I like playing with their insides." In a dark version of reality where our beloved troublemakers don't have good intentions but pure evil running through their veins. [Descendants 1, 2, & 3]

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