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❛ Here we are at the end of the world, waiting for the sky to break into flames─but we are together, as if the stars had aligned. ❜
Percy Jackson never thought he would fall in love with a traitor.
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✩ ━━━ chapter sixteen, made of stone. ❝See, I left my mothers arms, see, I left my fathers home, and I fell into a well of harm❞
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THE FAINT SCENT OF BURNING TOBACCO FILLED THE AIR. Ethan's blood ran cold, immediately recognizing the voice that cut through the air like a well-aimed dagger. He turned sharply, his eye snapping onto the lone figure seated on the vacant bus stop. Nemesis sat on a bench nonchalantly with a cigarette dangling from her fingers, tendrils of smoke swirling around her as if it hesitated to invade her space. Her feet, clad in beaten black boots, were casually crossed in front of her, a devious smirk on her lips as her piercing gaze fixed on the sky above them, waiting for another sign of Hyperion.
"Why are you here?" Ethan demanded. The resemblance between Nemesis and Micah's golden eyes, complemented by their tall and elegant frames, struck him like a harsh blow to the heart. It felt as though the universe was mocking him, playing a cruel joke on his emotions. In contrast, Ethan lacked any semblance of these features. His body was thin and short, giving the impression that he was frail, and his eyes were dull and pitch-dark. There was an emptiness in his gaze, devoid of the captivating divinity that Nemesis and Micah possessed. His hair was sleek and straight, unlike his mother's short curls.
He had nothing in common with the woman in front of him except for the shared blood that flowed through their veins and the promise that bound them together.
She exhaled a cloud of smoke. A wry smile played upon her lips, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "I am your mother," she said. "Shouldn't you be more polite?"
"Fuck you!" Ethan cursed vehemently; He turned away from the goddess, eyes downcast as he walked, fists clenched. He had no idea where he was going, but he had to get away from the goddess. It was just Micah and him. He had no father, no mother, no one but his cousin—He had his cousin, but now he was gone too, unless Ethan figured out a way to—
"You're taller," Nemesis observed, her voice cool and detached as she sat up to follow. She tossed the cigarette bud to the ground, stomping out the flame. "How old are you now? Fourteen? Fifteen?"
"What does it matter how old I am?" Ethan spat out. "Fuck you!"
Nemesis's expression remained unchanged as she replied, "You may be growing taller, but you still have much to learn about respect."
