❝ Does being a Child of Hermes automatically make you good at flirting? Or was that just a skill you picked up? ❞
Andromeda Jackson knew she was not cut out for the demigod life, and that was before she heard about her death from the creepy oracle i...
─── bro zone is the way to go to annoy your boyfriend
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𝕮hiron decided that I hadn't had a existential life crisis in a while so made the decision that I was well over due for one. Well, not exactly in those words. He told me we'd talk in the morning which was just as good.
When I finally did fall asleep, after a lot of convincing from Luke, I dreamed of a prison.
I saw a guy in a Greek tunic and sandals crouching alone in a massive stone room. The ceiling was open to the night sky, but the walls were twenty feet high and polished marble, completely smooth. Scattered around the room were wooden crates. Bronze tools spilled out of one—a compass, a saw, and more.
The boy huddled in the corner, shivering from cold, or maybe fear. He was spattered in mud. His legs, arms, and face, were scraped up as if he'd been dragged here along with the boxes.
Then the double oak doors moaned open. Two guards in bronze armour marched in, holding an old man between them. They flung him to the floor in a battered heap.
"Father!" The boy ran to him. The man's robes were in tatters. His hair was streaked with grey, and his beard was long and curly.
The boy took the old man's head in his arms. "What did they do to you?" then he yelled at the guards. "I'll kill you!"
"There will be no killing today," a voice said.
The guards moved aside. Behind them stood a tall man in white robes. He wore a thin circlet of gold on his head, eyes glittering cruelly. "You helped the Athenian kill my Minotaur, Daedalus. You turned my own daughter against me."
"You did that yourself, Your Majesty," the old man croaked.
A guard planted a kick in the old man's ribs. The young boy cried, "Stop!"
"You love your maze so much," the king said, "I have decided to let you stay here. This will be our workshop. Make me new wonders. Amuse me. Every maze needs a monster. You will be mine!"
"I don't fear you," the old man groaned.
The king smiled coldly. He locked his eyes on the boy. "But a man cares about his son, eh? Displease me, old man, and the next time my guards inflict a punishment, it will be on him!"
The king swept out of the room with his guards, and the doors slammed shut, leaving the boy and his father alone in the darkness.
"What shall we do?" the boy moaned. "Father, they will kill you!"
