𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐩. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Another one bites the dust

Evangeline understood that she was the daughter of death, but she hadn't thought death would be following her around every day. The day she returned was one of the worst days of her life and Evangeline has had her fair share of bad days.

A few days before they came back an Empousa had snuck onto camp borders some campers had been injured and the Empousa had managed to kill one of them. And that one had been Landon.

First, she lost Percy who hadn't returned as he had promised. There was no sign of Percy anywhere, he was gone. She felt guilty for leaving him in the forge. The voice in her head kept telling her that it was her fault that he was missing, that she should have stayed in his place.

Second, Landon died and she didn't get to say goodbye. She knew she was destined to be alone, but the son of Hermes was the one person she had expected to be with her through it all. But it looked like the fates had other plans.

Evangeline wanted the earth to swallow her whole, she was getting tired of her life. She wondered if it was this hard at the age of fifteen then how much harder will it be when she turned sixteen the next year.

She was too scared to summon Landon's ghost she didn't know what she would say to him. She lost two of her closest friends in the span of a week. Evangeline had underestimated how hard life as a demigod would be. Sometimes she wished she was someone else, someone with a better life than hers but she knew she could never be truly happy and carefree unless she was dead.

Evangeline was convinced that falling in love was a waste of time since every person she loved died, went missing, or drowned. She was sure Aphrodite was out to get her and if she got a chance to meet the goddess of Love there would be words.

It was the day of the burning of Percy's shroud, and Evangeline wasn't buying the fact that the son of Poseidon was deceased. He fought the god of War and survived, how hard could a volcanic explosion be?

The funeral was going pretty great. Evangeline stood behind Annabeth next to Will while sharing a bag of popcorn earning looks from Chiron and Beckendorf but she was hungry. The daughter of Hades was sure she didn't look much better than the blonde. Annabeth's eyes were puffy from crying, her hair was messy, and her lips were cracked. "He was probably the bravest friend I've ever had. I...I can't believe that he...HE'S RIGHT THERE!"

"Percy!" Beckendorf grinned. Campers began surrounding him and clapping him on the back. The crowd parted a little for Chiron and Clarisse who was rolling her eyes like she couldn't believe he had the nerve to survive.

"Well," Chiron sighed with obvious relief. "I don't believe I've ever been happier to see a camper return. But you must tell me—"

"Percy Jackson!" Annabeth yelled, pushing aside campers to make room for herself. She hugged him tightly, looking relieved. "We thought you were dead, Seaweed Brain!"

"I'm sorry," Percy said. "I got lost."

"LOST, for two weeks? Where in the world—"

"Annabeth," Chiron interrupted. "Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, shall we? The rest of you, back to your normal activities!"

Without waiting for any answers, the centaur picked up Annabeth and Percy. Evangeline walked towards the big house trying to put as much distance between the son of Poseidon and herself.

The daughter of Hades spun her necklace while Percy recounted his chain of events. He explained how he'd caused the explosion at Mount St. Helens got blasted out of the volcano, and had been marooned on an island, he made sure to let them know he was alone. Then Hephaestus found him magically and told him he could leave. And a magic raft had carried him back to Camp Half-Blood.