Wise Girl on the Run (PJO)

Wise Girl on the Run (PJO)

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Rain drummed a beat along with Annabeth's footsteps, her shoes squeaking in protest each time her feet hit the pavement. She ran for a long time. She remembered very clearly the route to the cabin, the only place she considered home. Escaping the slick streets, she made it to the edge of the forest, and ran further. "She's scaring her brothers." Annabeth started to sprint, her hands trembling in her jacket pockets. The hoodie she had thrown on did nothing against the cold, which seemed to be biting her skin and draining the warmth from her blood. Her blonde hair framed her face in uneven, drenched strands, while her hood refused to offer any protection from the water droplets falling around her. "She's a danger to this family." Tears built in her eyes, blurring her vision even more, but Annabeth kept running, around apartments and schools and buildings to the edge of the trees. She ran for a long time. "Get rid of her."
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The Cabin

When I awoke from that wooden bed, there was a woman staring at me, the rocking chair she was sitting in rocking back in forth. Her gaze of me was sharp, a patient sharpness; a hunter's gaze. As I stood up from the creaking bed, I was able to see that I was in a cabin. The place was a dimly lit cabin, with giant candles surrounding all corners of the room, book shelves filled with countless books were on every wall, and lastly there were stairs leading to a second floor. The woman's gaze averted from me, as if she was released from a burden. On top of her lap sat a book that she started reading. the title of the book was "How To Knit A Sweater." The Woman was beautiful, her skin as white as snow, her hair long and dark. Her wrists wore leather wristbands with black skulls on them-

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