Tears and Flowers

I ran through the woods as fast as I could in my long white dress and Greek sandals, shouts and flashes making me look back as often as I could without slowing down. I ducked behind a large oak tree, wrapping arms around it and spinning off into a different direction, and ran farther until I reached a pine grove, putting one foot on a branch and hoisting myself up. I did this over and over until I reached the middle of the tree, where I crawled into the middle, several thick, flat, long branches that reached in towards the middle of the grove. Where those branches ended there was another, slightly smaller pine tree who's lower branches supported the ones I was climbing on. Unless they burned the grove down for no reason, I was safe.

Then again, there was a chance they would do that. I reluctantly pulled out my dagger, Imperial gold and Celestial bronze swirled together. I carefully sliced a twig off the top of the small pine tree in the middle of the little room. I placed it in my palm and blew on it, and watched it slowly crumble into embers, the fire tingling my skin and making the fire-pit shaped scar on the back of that same hand, my right hand burn ever so slightly.

Out of all the goddesses, my mother was Hestia.
Gods of Olympus.


One Week Ago

To be continued.......

Notes

WelI I feel mean and lazy so I'm making you wait. HA.
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(^.^)

Also, what the hell is wrong with me?
I mean, a lot of things are wrong with me, but is the stress of ten songs, three novels, three short stories, four fanfictions plus homework and watching Doctor Who finally getting to me? I accidently posted this chapter on It's A Jungle Out There, and then was listening to some music, only to think that a part of the chorus was somebody screaming outside of my bedroom door. Ah, rock 'n' roll.

Anyway,
Peace, love and Nico di Angelo,

-Emily

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