A girl stood in a rundown neighborhood. The sun was just starting to peak over the houses as she rustled through her backpack. The black backpack was one of the only things she had from his old life, and she cherished it.
A mist started to roll around her legs, cover her eyes. Stay, it seemed to whisper. Stay and show me how strong you are. She shook it off, dismissing it as a weird combination of her imagination and ADHD.
But she knew better. She knew he was following her, watching her. Hecate was on his side, that wasn't new. Almost all of the Titans were on his side. And the gods...
As she stood from her spot on the tree, she yawned. She hadn't slept properly in a few days, constantly feeling as if there was someone watching her. But whenever she turned his eyes on the mountain ranges surround the crumbling buildings, the feeling left her.
She stumbled, catching her hand on the rough bark of an oak tree. The leaves were a deep green as she stared up at the fading stars. A smile formed across her face as an the smell of baking cookies fell across her nose. She continued walking once she found her footing, snacking on a granola bar several months old but still edible.
Stay, godling. Show us your roots. The mist murmured. Show me your power. Laughter echoed through the empty trees. It rustled the leaves before a strong wind blew across her face, forcing her hair back and out of the her eyes.
Clouds rolled in, hiding the red and orange sky with an inky grey blue mass of rain. It splattered through the thin leaves and onto the girl's head. Obscuring her vision, the rain fell harder. It seemed to taunt her, remind her of the night so many had died. The fires had burned for weeks after that, and she knew the smoke still lingered in the sky despite it being several months after.
Or it could have been years. Time was different than it had been.
Her gaze hardened. Eyes shadowed, she looked up from the ground and onto the mountain that was always on her left. Which was odd, because she was constantly moving.
Pulling the hood of a brown sweatshirt over her head, tears mixed with blood and rain. The laughter that followed her turned harsher and colder than it usually was, reflecting His mood.
The girl's eyes flickered from their usual stormy grey to a piercing sea-green. They were dead. All dead. Hazel, Leo, Frank, Piper, Jason... Her parents, her grandparents, her cousin. Her sister. Her brother.
Everyone. Everyone was dead.
And it was all her fault.
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