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━━ chapter thirty-two child of rome ( savreen )
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━━It happened so quickly.
Savreen clutched tight onto Jason, doing her best to keep him from attacking the snow goddess then and there. He struggled, but soon he stopped, heaving down at his sister's frozen body━as if she had been touched by Midas's hand, except instead, she had been cursed by the cold breath of ice. Savreen was sure they couldn't turn her back with a tap of running water.
They were outnumbered, she knew. Thalia was frozen, Jason's golden sword was broken, and they were surrounded by monsters and a psychotic greek goddess. She was sure they had less than five minutes before the King of the giants rose from the ground and then that would be it, they would be gone━after everything they've went through to get here, this was going to be their final stand. They were going to lose.
Savreen was exhausted. She was bruised. She was in pain and she was ready to drop. All they had was each other: a son of Jupiter who had used his last hurrah, a daughter of Aphrodite who's dagger matched her short fuse, a son of Hephaestus who could summon breath mints, a whining goddess and herself━a daughter of Harmonia who hated to fight, who hated the chaos, who was scared of what Hera wanted her to do ... and the tragedy she had always been cursed with, holding a weapon she barely knew how to use.
Khione smiled at them, her dark eyes glittering as sharp as the ice dagger she materialised in her hand.
Jason took a sharp breath through his nose, his gaze turning deadly, "What have you done?" he demanded.
"Oh, so many things," she chuckled to herself, as if such a question and answer was hilarious. She trailed a finger down the side of her dagger, quite proud of her creation. "Your sister's not dead, if that is what you mean. She and her Hunters will make fine toys for our wolves. I thought we'd defrost them one at a time and hunt them down for amusement. Let them be the pray for once."
The wolves snarled━liking this idea very much.
"Yes, my dears," she purred at them, but she kept her eyes on Jason. "Your sister almost killed their king, you know. Lycaon's off in a cave somewhere, no doubt licking his wounds, but his minions have joined us to take revenge for their master. And soon Porphyrion will arise, and we shall rule the world."
"Traitor!" shouted Hera furiously. "You meddlesome, D-list goddess! You aren't worthy to pour my wine, much less rule the world!"
Khione sighed, rolling her eyes, "Tiresome as ever, Queen Hera. I've been wanting to shut you up for a millennia━" with a wave of her hand, ice encased the goddess's prison, sealing her in completely amongst the earth tendrils. "That's better," said the snow goddess once she did. "Now, demigods, about your death━"
