If you would've told Percy Jackson a year ago he wasn't the only prophecized demigod with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he would've been elated.
Yet now, it was his only and dearest wish.
When Percy Jackson, (in)famous Son of Poseidon...
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EVERY MUSCLE IN HER FACE TENSED; this was not how it was supposed to go. Menodora was clueless as to how this was supposed to go, but most definitely not like this.
The past year, little snippets of her past teased her endlessly, only showing faces, and shouting names that remained in her sleep.
One of those faces was Zoë's. Menodora had wanted to talk to her, figure out if she could tell her something about her past. But Menodora had choked, and couldn't get any words past her throat around Zoë. The mere sight of her face evoked old emotions in Menodora she never recalled feeling, as if Zoë cut through a freshly healed wound.
She still remained mute, to the point Bianca had to shake her, urging her to answer Artemis' question.
"Menodora?" Her head snapped in Artemis' direction. It happened even before Menodora registered her environment again, as if someone was controlling her.
"Would you like to join the Hunt?"
"No." Fast and easy.
"Menodora," Artemis started but Menodora shook her head profusely.
"No. That's my answer; it's no."
Silence, and a rather tense one, too.
Artemis bore her eyes in Menodora's, as if to challenge her fear. The glimmer in her eyes fueled into a fire. The blaze of fire on the ground intensified, and so did the fire in Artemis' eyes. Menodora saw literal fire in the goddess' eyes.
"That's unfair." If it wasn't for Artemis staring at her, Menodora could've sworn the goddess was talking to someone else.
"I taught you everything you know," Artemis said, her voice growing louder with every syllable.
"I taught you how to survive in that wretched temple!" She shouted, painlessly trudging through the fire.
"I taught you how to harness a bow and arrow, how to protect yourself, and how to fight against those who belittled you! And when those men treated you like dirt and left you to die, you came crawling to me!"
What is she talking about, Menodora thought as she slowly backed away from the goddess.
Artemis was so close to Menodora that she could smell the smoke Artemis breathed out.
