Passionate Percy, have mercy on this mortal, for terror and evil have they known.
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arm of mercy
I don’t know what they called the building in the middle of nowhere so I’ll just describe it. In the falling twilight, the walls looked like storm clouds squished into huge blocks and stacked
stronghold
In the story books I read at home, the captured maiden was always blindfolded or asleep and never knew where her captors took her until
embrace
They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible
stew
The first salamander I accidentally stepped on squelched and blood dribbled out and I hurried on. The second I stepped on
out the door
I am grateful for Simone burning my hair off so it didn’t end up as stone, I am grateful for my sea god genes so only
to break a curse
The rats and I had agreed I would break their curse and they’d let me free. Of course, they never
in 3 years’ time
in three years I think I aged twenty, from a little girl to a teen in ratty clothing and poorly brushed hair. But I learned runes,
Ruse/never lose
“It seems we’re at an impasse,” the blankets told the rats, “I won’t free you until you promise to let us out that door.”
The truth the rats told
the truth the rats told is not the truth I asked for. I asked why they didn’t stop the bullies and if they were lying to me about the curse but they just said watch out for that codependent demon in your arms
Jordyn Saelor 