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{ 🔮 } · hard at goodbyes . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪
EVERY MUSCLE HAS SEIZED UP. Endora's body is struggling to recover, to repair the damage of what she went though. Unable to move with any grace, her movements are jerky as Percy helped her out from Artemis' carriage. She cane feel the pain that travels though her spine as she took even the lightest steps; her body functioning even after all it went though. On each arm there are great purple welts that will only deepen over the coming week. Against her ghostly skin they are grotesque, but she knows she's lucky not to have broken bones, even when she should have. She doesn't understand how she's alive - the impact was big enough to have even monsters dazed.
Magic. That was the only way she had survived. But which one was it? Gods would like her dead. The Hollow and the Ancestors don't, but for a two different reason. If she had died, the revengeful witch would have died with her. She connected to Endora's soul and body after all. She wouldn't let that happen. She's waiting for a right moment to strike. Endora just waits for it, preparing herself for the moment where the universe might collapse. But the Ancestors are there too. Old spirits she owns her life to. She wouldn't have survived this long without them bringing her back to the good side.
The girl took in a sharp breath as the boy put her down, her body aching in pain.
"Sorry, sorry," Percy said urgently.
Endora shook her head, her lips held in a tight line, "It's fine. Give me some nectar from my bag."
Percy looked uncertain, "Are you sure? You already had ambrosia. It could - "
"Percy." the brunette cut him off, "Don't worry, just give it to me."
The boy looked at her for a moment before unzipping her bag once more, his hand disappearing till his shoulder. He was amazed by the fact of how deep the bag was. Stuff cluttered against each other as he searched for the godly drink, "I-I think I got it," he said and pulled out a bottle with the godly drink. He helped Endora drink some, holding her body against his as her hands shakily held onto the bottle.
She could feel the aching stopping a bit, but the pain never got away. Endora couldn't move on her own still, needing the support until she got the right treatment from Cabin seven.
"Endora," the girl heard Annabeth's voice before she felt a pair of arms around her body. Endora winced just a bit, but she hugged the blonde daughter of Athena. Annabeth quickly apologized before gently removed her hands from around her girl, "You came to save me? I-I. . ."
"Of course I came," Endora smiled, "You're my friend after all."
