─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆
❛ Here we are at the end of the world, waiting for the sky to break into flames─but we are together, as if the stars had aligned. ❜
Percy Jackson never thought he would fall in love with a traitor.
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✩━━━ chapter thirteen, a hill on the moon. ❝Those who are called can easily climb to the top, but that child hasn't been summoned yet. A disappearing smile becomes a full moon,❞
FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS DRAGGED TO THE UNDERWORLD IN THE JAWS OF A HELLHOUND AGAINST HIS WILL, MICHAEL YEW RADIATED AN UNMATCHABLE SENSE OF VICTORY. The son of Apollo hauled Percy around Hypnos' cave with a bounce in his stride, explaining how he and the other campers managed to survive as the healing deities moved around them from demigod-to-demigod, checking for injuries and readjusting bandages; the little winged-creatures he recognized as the Oneiroi, the personifications of dreams who served Hypnos and his children, carried cups of ambrosia, some rushing as Nono began chasing them wildly.
The cave didn't resemble one interior-wise. If anything, it seemed like a luxury home—Elegant furniture nestled in natural circle of stalactites, massive chandeliers crafted from black metal gleaming above as they erupt from cave top; despite the number of dirty half-bloods, the stone floor shined unblemished, and the curving steel banisters leading to the loft blended pleasingly with the earth-like colors and hard-edged aesthetic of the cave.
Everything seemed less Hypnos and very much Micah, in that unearthly high-end fashion he carried himself with.
"So, yeah!" Michael said cheerfully, dragging Percy to a large kitchen; the campers well enough to cook focused on the task, prepping whatever they could with the good available. They all cheered at the sight of him.
Percy smiled back dazedly, trying to decipher if this is all a dream. Michael nudged him. "The Hellhounds did actually attack us, but they were trained to take us here before trying to eat us!"
"Not a single person died?" Percy asked with disbelief.
Michael nodded. "Minus a few bites. Even the traitors got here in one piece, though I did want to shoot them when I saw them,"
Percy is glad he was sitting down. He did not understand how anything of what Hiroki managed to do was even possible. Raising a hand to his face, Percy said. "Where are they? The other half-bloods?"
