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Chapter One. Home.
𖦹✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ
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THE FLOWERS HAD DIED THE DAY TAMAYA CRUZ WAS BORN.
It was a coincidence, but Samuel Cruz had insisted her birth a miracle, saying that when Tamaya took her first breath, the rest of the world rejoiced and made sure she had the limelight.
He wasn't wrong. She was a small little baby girl whose eyes needed work to open, but she did not cry or fuss, merely fulfilled her job to peacefully lay in her bed.
She knew her father was busy. She knew he almost never had time for her. She knew the woman he married home when she was four was kind, not like the evil stepmothers in the fairytales.
Daughters like her have learned that there were consequences for defying the norms.
—
When Tamaya Cruz first saw Percy Jackson, she'd called him tragic.
Maybe it was a little harsh, but it wasn't entirely inaccurate. From what she had heard, he fought and defeated the Minotaur (which apparently, was his first fight), and lost his mother on the way. If that boy was anything, he was pretty tragic.
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❝ YOU DEFINITELY CHEATED. ❞ Connor Stoll grumbled when Tamaya won another round of poker. They sat in a circle with his brother Travis, some kid named Ethan, and Luke and Chris occasionally stuck their heads in to watch.
She shrugged as she licked the wooden spoon from the ice cream cup she was holding. "Maybe you'll get better cards next time."
Travis scoffed. "That never happens. You, and Ethan, always get the good cards."
"Everyone?" Chiron's voice made their heads turn. There was a boy, around her age, next to him. "This is Percy Jackson. I trust you will see to whatever he needs."
