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Prologue
When Pandora Jackson died, all Gods mourned, and much like her namesake, she unknowingly brought plague upon Earth.
The Sun refused to shine, and so therefore the Moon too no longer gave the planet light, the sky and sea blackened to toxic, fire could not be lit, wine tasted bitter, love seemed to leave every being, and soil was no longer fertile. The apocalypse had arrived. Soon death was around every corner, yet the ones responsible could feel no regret.
Poseidon could not even summon as much as a small hurricane, depression hit him so badly at the loss of his only demigod daughter's death. Even Triton who claimed to despise her, mourned the sister who he could have loved so.
Yet it was argued, not Poseidon but Apollo who suffered the most from this single passing.
They had been engaged.
For 3 years he had fought for her hand, and for 2 they had been engaged. Like the fates desired to mock him, it had been a mere 14 days away from her ascend to immortality and wedding. They had been short on elder campers, and so like her, she had volunteered to guide the demigod to camp. Her fatal flaw had destroyed her as she had not told anyone that she was not at her best, only wanting to bring another member into their dysfunctional family. The Minotaur had finally gotten his revenge.
Was it not cruel irony that the demigod had been a Son of Apollo?
She had been buried in ivory silk.
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