اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
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𓇼𓇼ㅤㅤEleven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire, the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
Samyrah Kavanagh had been chosen by the gods. She couldn't escape the divinity etched deep inside her bones. The world had been divided into two- man and god. And there was the exception, the slaves in golden chains who were neither man not god. The demigods. We carve an idol out of fear and call it god. Godhood was just like girlhood, a begging to be believed. A lore, A religious myth. One that existed solely in the minds of people. Or so she thought until her younger sister was devoured by Lamia, the child eating moster. And she tore the ground open for the soulless carcasses to crawl onto the earth and drag her into the morbid chasms of hell, her home.
And surely, her torment would never end. The Oracle of Delphi, the undead hippie lady from the attic of the big house at camp half blood had spoken to her. The gods would not provide her peace. Their promise of solace would not be fulfilled, even after she saved the world with her roman and greek comrades. The ichor that ran in her arteries was meant to betray her. Her solace, was after all not
