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Sounds of scissors snipping together was the noise (Y/n) found herself awakening to. Eyes closed (Y/n) could feel her body aching and refusing to move, her head pounded worse than any hangover the daughter of Kratos had self-induced previously. And yet it felt as if (Y/n)’s arms had been boiled in acid and then pulled apart by some vicious man-eating horses. Carefully (Y/n) opened one eye, the scissors still snipping and immediately the demigoddess was greeted with several rays of sunlight streaming in through a window. As she blinked rapidly in the attempt to dispel the strain on her eye, there was a sigh of relief from beside her before a masculine voice spoke out to her. “Ah, glad to see you’re awake.” It was a deep voice, definitely an adult (Y/n) reasoned. There was a sound of wheels scooting across floorboards and rolling into view on an office chair came what (Y/n) could assume to be her doctor. A well-built man with sandy blond hair, brown eyes whose face was hidden behind a

“You have come so far so quickly, young pup.” Lupa’s hulking canine form moved from the shadows of the Wolf House and into the light. Around (Y/n), wolves of various sizes paroled around the building. Running up and down the torn-up carpet as torches blazing with a bright orange flame provided light to most of the area. (Y/n), had been living with Lupa and her wolves for the past few months. Before then, well it was all foggy. She had broached the subject to Lupa twice, once where the question was met with silence, and the other time the question was interrupted by a sparring match. (Y/n) did not want to figure out what would happen if she asked the third time. (Y/n) was seated by a fire in the hearth of the Wolf House when Lupa came up to her that day. She poked aimlessly at a bit of cooking rabbit that sizzled and popped in the licking flames. The bronze blade of her axe barely even seemed to heat up as it stayed in the crackling embrace of the fire. “There is more?” (Y/n)’s voice

When (Y/n) found herself staring down at the valley of Camp Half-Blood a rare smile graced her lips. Artemis was riding her chariot high in the sky, or perhaps it was on autopilot, one could not tell especially if the Olympian party was still happening. Yet (Y/n) found she could not argue with Artemis’ decision if she was in fact not attending her duties personally. It was not every day that a rag tag bunch of demigods defeated the armies of the Titan King, Kronos. So many had sacrificed themselves for this achievement, and in her own way (Y/n) had detached herself from all the festivities to honour them this way. Licking her lips as the daughter of war lifted a goblet to her lips, the slight burning taste of liquor a welcome sensation as it doused her tongue. With a sigh (Y/n) relaxed on her picnic blanket, watching with contempt as the shadows of the survivors danced between bonfires. Even from Thalia’s tree, (Y/n) could hear the music of the Apollo cabin accompanied by the Satyrs