ᥴꪮ𝘴ꪑꪮ𝘴 ➪ 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜 [𝟷]

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𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢, 𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗,
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎,
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎,
𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗

𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎:
𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎

𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎:
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗
𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗,
𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎

-𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚅𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗

Pᴏʟᴀʀɪs ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏs where the only things she had to worry about was bad grades and her father's manic episodes.

Now she has to worry about a lightning fast missile launcher, two ignorant demigods, and an injured best friend.

Polaris made sure to stay in between Dr. Thorn and the di Angelos, while Percy trotted alongside her, occasionally wincing.

Eventually, Percy closed his eyes and stopped walking.

"What are you doing, Jackson?" hissed Dr. Thorn. "Keep moving!"

Percy opened his eyes and shuffled forward. "It's my shoulder," he lied. "It burns."

"Bah! My poison causes pain. It will not kill you. Walk!"

Polaris nudged Percy's uninjured shoulder.

Empathy link. She mouthed at him. Try to get ahold of Grover.

He nodded, and closed his eyes in concentration. Polaris grabbed his elbow to help steer him. After a moment he opened his eyes and shrugged.

Thorn marched them into the woods following a dimly lit path. Old-fashioned lamp lights lined either side of the cobblestone path. The wind blew and ruffled their clothes, causing Percy to groan. He looked miserable and cold.