death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. to forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
⸺ oscar wilde, the canterville ghost
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
ember. ❪⠀⠀ heroes of olympus. ⠀⠀❫
there is a great rumbling a daughter of the earth is rising a daughter of the earth, risen destruction & divination alike weaving a war of gods
EMBER'S FIRST MISTAKE was forgetting. Forgetting from whence she came—birthed from the rubble of a long lineage of carnage. Her ancestry stained crimson, she allowed herself to relax. To settle, to make friends, to love, even. Until what was supposed to be her greatest last moments as a teenager ended in stark red splattered on her diamond tiara, picturesque of crowned prom queen above the lowly student body of Everfield School for Children.
She, skin marred as if it had rained rouge, was the lone survivor of a 'freak accident', authorities had called it. Sitting in the back of an ambulance, shock blanket slipping off one dully painted shoulder, Ember couldn't shake the feeling that something else had been stirring that night. She'd seen a strange mist blanket the tiled floor of the massive gym, thick and spindly tendrils weaving around cheap heels and scuffed loafers—but no one but her seemed to have noticed it. Anyone else who might've had an inkling as to what caused it was now dead, anyway.
She was incredibly lucky to be alive, she'd been told, over and over. There was some confusion and skepticism about her singularity, why she had been spared, but no one had any answers, least of all Ember herself. And then the dreams started.
It was always the same voice, as if coming from deep below the pads of her bare feet, soft and crooning in the way a mother's would be. Should be. Lush green trees block the sun from streaming in, although she's certain the sun wouldn't shine in this dark place if it could. Everything felt sickeningly alive, pulsating with a tethered heartbeat still beating slowly after eons of slumber. And before she's cast into the land of the living, she's shaken to her core with the same message each time: Bring me the boy.
She wakes up with a scream building in her throat and the sharp string of wet earth lodged in her nose, and since then, it's been horrible accident after accident. Children swallowed up by sinkholes, mangled tree branches sprouting up in uprooted homes. And after a short earthquake takes the life of her best friend, her parents receive a brochure for a 'transformative experience' the morning after, promising to take care of the children sent to them. Before she knows it, months whiz by and the doors to the Wilderness School stand before her. The dreams stop for a while, and she allows herself to forget again.
Bring me the boy, that voice had said. She's starting to get the feeling that that voice is the cursed root to all her problems since that fateful night. Bloody noses, sea green eyes, and all.
who wrote the earth child's destiny? who does she bow to? — no one. — the earth child bows to no one.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
EMBER BEZOLLI — descendant of gaia.
❛ Death follows the Earth Child, ❜ the goddess muses, eyes glowing in the endless dark that surrounded them. Ember's heart climbs into her throat. ❛ Death waits to collect what was lost. And the price is steep, little one. ❜
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the percy jackson and heroes of olympus cast are as described.
— DEDICATIONS wirelesslover & dkyeomz for listening to me ramble abt my silly lil disaster girl and her horrible storyline + snottyfilms as a fellow pjo stan <3
— NOTE welcome to my little attempt at a pjo fic long after like two-three years of not reading the books... lmao. ember was a draft under a different name with a different plot, but i've been working on it these past few days! this is by no means the final product, as i'm always aiming to better my works—but i'm happy to share what's been in the works for almost two years :)
just putting it out there so no one can say i didn't warn them—ember will make terrible decisions! she's being influenced by someone who's been plaguing her dreams for nearly a year since her homecoming accident, and most of them are BAD! this is a story about becoming, and she will go through a lot of changes. i'm not excusing any of the things she does, nor do i condone it.
there. now that that's out of the way, enjoy the story. <3
— WARNINGS mentions of death, blood, and violence. tws will be updated as the story progresses stay safe!
ember.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
