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It took the loss of Ari to remind Corinth that this journey was equally his own to carry. He could distract himself with music, alcohol, and even another incredible chance at love… but each day Corey tried to focus on bettering himself. Now, more than ever. Though he was the child of their glorious sun, Ari remained a true light for so many. Through counsel, pride, and his own expression of love. Who could possibly fill those shoes… should the worst happen?

Some part of Cor told him that Ari was ready for such tragedy to pass. It was time that he came to like terms and took a stand. Starting with one of the last words of advice Ari had left him with; the task of reaching toward and seeking out his beloved father. Apollo.

Numerous demigod’s around camp had warned Corey about the taxing experience this would be, but it was a necessary one. After the loss of his two lovers, Cor had spent a good month at temple upon his recovery. Focusing on himself, healing–somehow, and putting what fragile remaining trust remained into the relationship with this calling. His father. The destiny that would get him closer to making all of this wrong and chaos somehow right.

With three muses on his side, Corinth found the confidence to enter temple with his offerings and plant both knees atop the smooth marble floor. He took time lighting incense and presenting each offering before bowing further in a position of deep respect and prayer.

“I can’t hide anymore, dad. Neither can the muses. Neither can you.” He thoughtfully spoke, eyes shut and breath even. “Our future is right before us, but we have to stand together. Not cower behind one another. If you are lost to the light… then let me be that for you now. Please. See me… show me… let me protect you and deliver you to our bright future.”

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for a few seconds, nothing stirs in that temple but the breeze howling between the towering statues. it always feels colder in that temple, no matter how many braziers and torches are lit around the gods. the presence of the muses, however, comforts you, as they flit around as golden, shimmering sprites. calliope, clio, and urania are with you (at least in spirit) and that bolsters your courage to seek your father.

you’re lost in prayer, succumbed to silence, and as you attempt to make that spiritual link, a strange warmth blossoms in your chest. it’s almost overwhelming. all of a sudden, you’re pulled into brilliant light and when you open your eyes, they’re completely golden, staring in reverence up at the statue of your father. the cosmic light fills you and as you’re trapped in this blinding oracle, you feel his presence.

you’re taken to a sunny beach, where your vision rapidly pans to a sign that says REDONDO BEACH, CALIFORNIA in white, streaky paint. you hear... music, and the vision shifts again, following the celebration of people dancing on the shore. their laughter echoes in your ears and then you spot a banner flapping in the summer breeze: BEACHSIDE MUSIC FESTIVAL. apollo, however, is nowhere in sight.

you’re on the beach now, pressed between bikini-clad, sun-kissed bodies. everything looks like it’s happening in slow motion, just like the music that thrums lazily. the sands shift beneath your feet, faster, until you’re pulled under like quicksand. 

“corey!” calliope shakes you awake. “what happened?” 

you’re pulled out of that vivid vision with cold sweat trickling down your neck and your lungs short of air. “find me,” you hear in your head. “find me.”

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your vision goes dark, a swirling blackness that seems all consuming. then, you watch as palace pillars and walls crumble, turn to dust and broken stone. your vision snaps forward, seeing nothing but more darkness and then, faintly, tendrils of purple smoke that wisp out, as if trying to infect the earth. 

you hear it first, the sound of the earth being beaten. something large battering against the ground hard enough to make it quake. each thump of earth makes the sky open up, purple bolts of lightning splintering the darkness overhead with violet light, followed by a roll of thunder that makes your teeth shatter. 

then you see it, a hulking horned creature. it’s easily larger than a house, perhaps larger than a small building. its eyes are a deep purple, frenzied, filled with rage. it stomps its hooves against the ground and the lightning crackles once more. 

it whirls around to face you, lowering it’s horned head as it beats against the earth. panic seems to rise inside of you. there’s a rumble in the air as the sky opens up once more, a downpour of rain, ripped through with cracks of lightning and booming thunder louder than you’ve ever heard ripples through your body.

your insides feel like a natural disaster, a raging war of who you are and who your father is, as if they’re fighting one another. 

you look up and the beast is charging at you, head lowered, purple crackles of lightning sparking off its body as it gains momentum toward you. your hands come up, as if you’re going to catch the bull by the horns, as if you’re going to brace yourself for the impact—

and then you’re back in your cabin. the marbled white floors etched with gold are the same, though there’s blood on your hands, coming from your knuckles, and a deep indent in one of the floors from where your fist meet the hard floor. your question, vaguely, might have been answered, but you received an answer to something else.

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He looked over to the other and gave the man a concerned look for a second since he was sounding a little bit crazy. “ I have to say, I never thought your ambition would be to have an Indiana Jones moment. ” Regardless, he shook his head and placed a hand on the other’s shoulder to give it a good squeeze. “ No problem though, whatever I can do to help get you closer to your mom. ”

With those words, he walked inside and nodded at the other who wanted a lift up into the mouth. “ Alright, here you go. ” Ari offered his hands clasped right around his belly button to give the other a boost, curious if this would be as simple as one single suggestion. He knew the gods were tricky though, his brain began to consider other clever hiding places the goddess of marriage would consider to give her champion an advantage. 

A small snort escaped him at Ari’s comment. As if surpassing Harrison Ford was anywhere near his list of things to do at the moment. “Come, now. You’re the demigod of wisdom. I’d think you know what my ambitions are.” The son of Hera appreciated the gesture, nonetheless. He gave Ari an innocent wink and continued their search. Jared was on a mission, after all. He couldn’t afford to get distracted, especially by attractive blondes.

Through their combined efforts, Jared managed to reach high enough to the construct’s mouth. His fingers tried to feel for any distinct textures like papers or parchment. Additionally, he looked for any possible inscriptions or runes on the metal plating of Argus’ body. He whispered a silent prayer to his mother and hoped for literally anything. 

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though jared is unable to find any papers or parchments on the gigantic titan itself, he dusts off argos’ metal plating and finds ancient runes etched all over its armor. most of it is illegible and whatever magic that was there seems to be dormant now. however, he’s able to read some greek alphabets that stand out: IO and HERMES.

ragnor begins dissecting the scroll he obtained from agathys, poring over its rich, arcane knowledge. it takes him a few attempts to hone it just right but once he’s absorbed all the magic from it, he notices pulses of arcane energy coming off of some items in kit’s room. they were always there, stored away during downtime but now they’re obvious in ragnor’s eyes.

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obi finds when he clears away the brush a sprout growing from the fertile soils of freya’s grave. this sprout, however, looks to be swaying softly to a nonexistent breeze, and its tiny leaves are covered with a flickering, blue flame.

as magical as it is, it doesn’t seem to be of any help to his quest ahead… yet.

@pantasticobelius​

Flames. That’s new. 

Obelius’ brows come together in a slightly curious frown and he leans closer, fingers tentatively trying to touch the leaves to test the heat of the blue flames. “Hello there,” he says, trying to recall if he’s ever heard about anything like this. Certainly not in the mortal realm. “Pooh!” he calls and after some grunting the bear shows up, satchel still in his mouth. “Have you ever seen anything like this?”

@hqgodspeed​

obelius touches the tiny leaves of the sprout and finds that it’s icy-cold to the touch. as the small flames lick his skin, it just feels like cool air is rushing over his fingers. it also feels... furry, like the surface of the leaf is covered in microscopic hairs that feel like velvet to the touch. the nature of the strange plant confuses pooh, too, who shakes his massive head and grunts hot air through his nose.

𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃. 𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂.

and then, much like fire, it shifts. 

your vision fades out and then blazes in colors of red and orange before going pitch black. you blink, trying to focus, before you’re pulled closer to something.

you see it, can barely make it out among the shadows. an animal, similar to a horse but a little smaller in size—but this animal is still larger than anything you’ve seen. it’s tail is beating angrily against its hind quarters. it looks like purple-black flames are licking up its body, wisps of dark smoke pooling from it as it stares at a run down, broken home. 

the home, too, is on fire. windows shatter and break, pieces of wood cave under the heat of the flames that crawl along the foundation, up to the roof. the purple tinged flames illuminate the creature and catch its eyes, glinting bright red and violet as the large, black and purple donkey turns toward you.

when your eyes meet, there’s a hint of recognition behind fervent eyes before large hooves stomp against the ground. you can feel it shake, a tremor that ripple through you.

then, it’s charging. head down, hooves a fast crescendo of breaking earth and fire that crackles through the air. you try to move but you can’t, too transfixed on the only thing in the home that doesn’t seem to be getting burned—the hearth.

the donkey is almost upon you when it skids, turning around until it brings up its two large back hooves to slam against your chest. they inch closer and closer—

you gasp as the fire of your own fireplace dances along your fingers. it snaps you from your vision and you notice the logs are nothing more than cinders now, reduced to rubble and ashes. you try to get your breathing under control, but the smoke turns putrid. 

there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach, where comfort used to be now something dark lingers just underneath. 

as you glean the rich knowledge of the scroll, you learn of an arcane way to defend yourself without a physical shield. a few attempts for practice and you seem to have the skill down-pat.

the thrum of your power resonates off you like the vibrations of a bell, a constant ringing out into the lake of lost souls. each step, each thrash of your hand, each angry cry for help, only pushes your power from within you outward.

you’re standing in a make shift wine bath, hip deep in wine red water, a madness unfurling from your chest like a hungry beast. you are ready to devour answers, ready to consume anything and everything. 

then, there’s a slight pain in the back of your head. your vision goes dark, it’s pitch black, different than the night sky. then, two bright lights twinkle, flicker, like eyes blinking. “no, no, no.” a voice rings in your mind and it feels as if something is going to strangle you. 

“ show me where you are!” your voice bellows with power you didn’t know you had, echoes off the mist covered lake into the morning light that can barely penetrate through the thick white wisps. 

you hear a faint hiss as pain shoots through your entire body, from the finger the ring is on to your chest. “i’ll play nice for now.” that same voice speaks before your vision returns to you. 

this time, it’s different. you see the same leopard from before, large, too large, with purple wisps that flow from it. it stares right at you, red stained fangs dripping with what looks like blood—maybe wine—and its head lilts to the side as if seeing you for the first time.

another voice begins to fill your mind, it’s discordant, a thousand voices at once, a booming base that blares out your eardrums as if you’re standing next to a speaker. 

there’s a swift thump, thump, thump that slowly crawls throughout your body, crawls under your skin like your bloodstream is a rushing river. 

as you listen to the words, it hurts, it takes every fiber of your being to not double over into the lake. your fists clench, fingernails digging crescent moons into the meat of your palm. 

“dad, please. give me a sign.”

you wait, desperation seeping into everything you have. there’s flashes of something—beaches, parties, dancing bodies writhing against each other, bottles of alcohol spraying over half naked bodies—and then that voice begins to make sense, though it still sounds disconnected, broken; pained.

“come to paradise. dance along the shores.”

your shoved back into yourself, almost falling back into the wine stained waters of the lake. your heart is racing, in time with that thumping that filled your entire being. 

for the first time in a while, you feel heared.

you feel answered.