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❛ she was indeed the prettiest girl in the room to him, she always was. But something in those gold eyes hid a mysterious shroud of darkness. ❜
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𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝖂hen Percy finally laid eyes on Aurora again, she was leaning against the wall of an alley down Church Street. Her hair looked much better than it did before. Then it was covered in monster dust with strands out of place and hair frizzy. Now, it was perfectly curled as if nothing had ever happened. Her lips were back to being glossy and her nails were painted that pretty pink they'd always were.
Percy desperately wanted to know how she did that so fast. That alone looked like a superpower.
She uncrossed her arms and stood straighter, "I leave you alone for an entire year and you're already causing trouble," she glanced at Tyson beside him. "And obviously making friends in low places."
"Well, at least he doesn't yell at me during a fight with monsters," he stated matter of factly. "What actually was that back there?"
Aurora rolled her eyes, "Doesn't matter. What does matter is making it to camp as fast as we can."
Suddenly the cyclops beside Percy spoke up, "You are pretty."
Aurora rose an eyebrow, "So it does talk. Well, that proves that theory."
Percy examined Tyson's hands completely confused, "Tyson," he said in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."
"Listen, ocean eyes. The Laistrygonians are the least of our concerns. Bigger and badder monsters are on their way."
