#cold coast

Set before the Battle of Manhattan, small TW for suicidal behaviour (no actual suicide), set on the Princess andromeda but anyone can join

It was funny how fast the world seemed to go by. Monroe’s head was pounding, the song blasting through their old earbuds seeming just a beat too fast. Everything seemed to be happening too fast nowadays. The air aboard the Princess Andromeda was cold, they’d passed into Canadian waters sometime in the prior day — the chill of the Maritimes amplified in the starless night.

Monroe wondered how far from shore they were. A jump from this height wouldn’t kill them, though hitting the cold water would certainly hurt — they’d never been easy to sink even with all the extra muscle they’d built in the prior years. Quietly, they swung both legs over the railing — facing out towards what they could only hope was the shore of Newfoundland and Labrador.

Maybe they’d make it home. Home to their mother and father, home to their sibling and their cats and their grandmother. What would she say? The old dryad had always resented the fact they’d become involved in the demigod world, maybe she’d be happy they’d left it behind or maybe she’d cast them from the house for endangering the family.

Maybe they’d drown, it would be easier.

You know that, right? You can come with me, you can finally have a say. Do you know how many we’ve lost fighting for the gods? And what have we gotten from it? Nothing. Nothing except more scars and more dead kids.

He’s going to change that, we are going to make things better. I’m not the only one who’s joined up, there are so, so many of us. You don’t have to worry about being alone, you don’t have to worry about powers higher than us using us as pawns in some primordial game.

He won’t condemn you, none of us will. I want every half blood to have a fair shot, and I know Luke does as well. We want recognition, we want safety. We just want a say in our own lives.

Don’t you want that too?

Stay safe,