Ashlyn Roy deserved a medal.
At least, she felt that way. Being a half-blood isn't the easiest lifestyle choice and is definitely a dangerous one.
10 'otta 10 do not recommend
While in her (seemingly very long) experience of being a part of a little production called 'life'; she had found a key truth about the universe.
Being a teenager sucked.
Really not that new of an idea, yet she has a different spin on it, in her current circumstances that is.
Being a half-blood who has surprisingly lived until fourteen sucked.
Then again what's new? Ash looked around the Camp she now had an affection towards, even to the point to call it her home, she saw kids younger than her and older whose lives ran the same line as her's did. To an extent of course.
Besides Percy, no one else (alive) had a special "great prophesy that states you decided the fate of the world" bundle deal.
She was jealous of them.
As she walked past the archery range, she felt a pang in her heart for a reason unknown to her. A sort of scared jolt went through her body. She shook it off and continued walking towards a tools head that caught her eye from afar.
She reached the rusty metal door, with ridges dented on it. The whole thing looked like it was made of old metal parts that were ripped from shipping containers that were cargo.
Slowly pushing it inwards, she stepped in, coughing as a dust cloud greeted her face. Once recovered from that, she looked around to be greeted by weapons. Hundreds of not thousands of blades, daggers, spears and swords. She slowly walked forward, her vines flaring alive at the sound of metal creaking.
A glint of silver caught her eye and she advanced upon it.
Celestial bronze.
She could only see a bit of the blade so she moved the other rusty weapons above to reach for the dagger.
It's handle was made from polished wood and a black leather sheath lay tangled beside it. She picked it up and the rays of the sun creeping in from the metal walls hit the eighteen inch blade.
She thought she was seeing things when she saw something in her reflection on the dagger. She peered closer to see
...a castle?
In the faint, disappearing view she saw two girls playing with wooden swords.
One with fair skin and dark chocolate hair and the other...who looked like her.
She paused in a moment of shock before the vision was gone and she was staring back at her own brown eyes looking confused right back at her.
She turned over the hilt only to notice little flacks of dried, ancient blood in the tip and splatters across the handle. She looked at the end of the handle to see the tiniest inscription of initials, "ADR+HOS".
Her hand went slack and the dagger fell to the floor of the shed and Ash had the sudden feeling she couldn't breath.She crumbled to the ground in pain. She looked down to see a robed hand, her own, clutching her chest which was bleeding profusely...drenching centuries old garment to marron red.
Centuries old garment she was not wearing a moment ago. She looked up to see the eyes of the same girl in her vision looking at her. The fair skinned girl shakily held a bloodied dagger, the same Ash had just picked up in her hand.
Shock was etched on the girl's face as she opened her mouth to speak. "Dawn, I'm so sorry, they said I had to. Paris said I had to. He said they would take him away from me. I don't want that. Ash I'm sorry!"
A dark haired youth burst into the room. He wore battle armour and had his sword pointed at the girl's back. "Helen,
drop the dagger. Step away from her!"
His grey eyes looked at her concerned, he hurriedly knelt down and picked up her limp wrist to check for a pulse. Tears threatened to fall as he glared at the sobbing girl, "She's dead. You killed your own best friend. Helen you start a war, that's one thing, you kill your best friend that's another."
He furiously turned back to the frozen Ash and lent forwards and closed her eyelids.
Ashlyn blinked and she was out of it. She was still standing in the shed, dagger on the floor and the sun's rays in her face.
She shakily raised a hand towards her stomach where there was nothing. She slowly lifted her shirt to the point where the dagger had pierced her skin in the vision. Sure enough, a thin jagged line was there, faint enough she could have ignored it earlier but just enough for her to see it now.
The actual hell
She ran out of the shed, leaving behind the dagger and fleeing to the safety of the campfire.
She looked around to see a little girl sitting by the fire, not Hestia who had disappeared all of a sudden, she looked lonely as she poked the embers with a stick.
The girl looked up straight at Ashlyn, as if she'd known that the older girl had been staring all along, she raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and gestures for Ash to sit by her.
Ash obliged and nervously sat, this girl was not a camper. Her eyes held the same dangerous fire that Dionysus' did; dark and vengeful.
"The world is at stake, Ashlyn Dawn Roy. And you have the power to decide Olympus' fate."
Ash's eyebrows furrowed, "What?"
The girl looked at her like she held some sort of power. Ashlyn Roy was no stranger to power, she knew she had it, yet this was beyond her capability.
"The truth is to be revealed in due course; memories are to relive themselves; yet justice is to be served."
"I-I'm not sure I understand..."
"I do not pretend that I am not going to be facing your wrath. I am here to inform you of a battle, a war, you are yet to win."
Ash raised her eyebrows. She may not know what this being was talking about yet she knew of thing, how to win a war.
"And I do not pretend to know that I do not know how to win. War is inevitable and I welcome it, it hasn't broken me just yet." Ash stated
"Oh, but it has. So much so that you didn't live to see the end. But that was not justice. Your time had not arrived to go to Elysium. And today, those who sent you down that path mag face their consequences. Dead or alive, justice regins supreme."
And with that powerful speech, the girl stood up and quite simply dissolved. She nodded her head as she faded away wherever she went.
Leaving Ashlyn Dawn Roy alone with ghosts of a past she didn't even remember and more questions than answers in her notebooks.
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