Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson characters. I do own the plot line and any other character
As the old lady ran up the stairs she felt content even though she knew she was about die. She knows it's close behind her, she could hear the thundering footsteps. How long had she been running, too long. She quickly walked through a door and locked it faster and more skillfully than someone her age should have. She leaned against the door to catch her breath and looked around the room before her, but only for a second; she didn't have time to lose. The room was small, it had several small beds and one crib in the corner of the room. It was old and musty. There was one window; it was very small, but you could see the curtains flow as the wind gently pushed them. In the corner of the room, lay a small crib with a baby girl who was fast asleep. She was the one, the lady knows now.
The old lady limped as she walked forward to the crib. The door shook and the door nob rattled, but she didn't seem to notice. As she approached the baby she could hear it's breath. She felt bad for the life she was about to create for this child, but she pressed her thumb gently on the child's forehead. As power left her, she felt relief and freedom wash over her. She sighed feeling guilty for the burden she had just given the girl. "You are destine for greatness," her voice was raspy and cold. "You will be a ...hero," she had paused thinking for the right word, "but... You know the Greeks invented tragedy because they knew the greatest heroes didn't get happy endings."
Just then the door burst open shaking the whole room. The lady faced the thing that was going to kill her, then when the time was right, the child. She prepared herself for death. This death had been chosen for her, like all the people before her, and all the people to come.
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