Pain
This is what Octavian felt, for just a moment.
"Oh, another one." A voice said, It was an Arabic accent.
He tried to ask what the man meant, but he could'nt open his mouth, much less speak.
"He is part of the lineage of Apollo" said an Israeli accent.
"So wha-Don't tell me that you are-" said an Indian accent.
"Look We all want them cured Guru Arjan ("So that was that's his name" Octavian thought), Don't we?" The arabic voice said
"Yes bu-Fine." Guru Arjan Said.
"But his mortal form is hurt, very badly at that ("No shit Sherlock, just look at me" Octavian thought)" Another Indian accent said, this time a much younger one at most eight years old.
As they conversed, Octavian tried to get up, but could'nt, as if he wanted to stay bowed down, but he did'nt want to, did he?.
"So, should we?" a third Indian accent (Seriously how many people. were there?) said, but older, calmer.
"Don't worry, It won't hurt" The Arabic Accent said.
Then Everything turned White.
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To Save the divine, we had to save the devil.
FanfictionWhat if Octavian survived (kindof) and had been saved for a reason Far larger than Greece or rome. (Characters from Riordanverse, full. Because frick Continuity.)
