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WHAT   A   TRAGEDY,   to   be   born   of   the   gods.   though   he   seldom   considers   himself   among   their   ilk   -   his   mother   is   indeed   a   goddess,   but   he   considers   her   a   person,   far   from   untouchable   as   hera   or   mighty   athena   -   he   has   endless   pity   for   them.   they   think   themselves   unique   at   times,   saviors   at   others,   made   heroes   &&   horrible   beasts   for   the   sake   of   wars   that   will   be   fought   for   centuries   after   their   deaths.   do   they   think,   he   wonders,   that   they   shall   be   martyrs   ??   do   they   think,   then,   that   their   actions   will   make   a   difference   ??   ha !!   behold   him:   the   consequence   of   their   actions   !! the   consequence,   indeed,   of   serving   the   gods.   the   consequence   of   loyalty.   of   anger.   of   all   things   human   &&   thusly   loathed   by   their   divine   parentage.   oh,   yes,   they'll   claim   they   do   not   loathe   mortals.   they   will   say   they   love   them   !!   but   the   gods   tend   to   the   affairs   of   men   as   an   office   worker   does   to   a   stray   cat,   or   a   tired   man   to   the   wants   of   his   self-made   son. achilles,   truly,   is   under   no   impression   that   they   have   ever   cared   about   him   beyond   his   service.   death   has   made   him   bitter.   death   has   made   him   worse. so   here   he   is,   a   phantom.   here   he   is,   alive   again.   serving   the   gods   as   he   ought   to,   wandering   from   camp   to   camp.   the   great   expanse   of   half-blood   tragedy   does   not   deter   him   now:   he   arrives,   reborn   anew,   leather   jacket   &&   spear   &&   reeking   of   monstrous   carnage. his   arrival   is   not   heralded   by   great   trumpets   are   awe.   none   come   to   greet   him,   &&   this   is   for   the   better:   chiron   knows   it,   as   does   most,   that   he   is   not   necessarily   one   to   enjoy   having   a   crowd   about   him. and   so   he   walks   to   the   infirmary,   &&   he   does   not   make   a   show   of   staying   silent   when   he   enters.   children   of   apollo   -   recognized   by   sun-kissed   freckles   &&   harmonious   tones   of   worry   in   their   voice   -   pass   him   by   &&   spare   him   no   great   ceremony.   they,   evidently,   have   a   returning   patient   in   store. he   cares   not   for   this. achilles,   dressed   in   a   leather   jacket   &&   jeans   &&   some   t-shirt   depicting   a   band   he's   never   once   listened   to,   makes   his   way   into   the   infirmary   like   a   storm   might.   it   is   with   a   certain   familiarity   that   he   takes   to   the   shelves,   rummaging   through.   nothing.   nothing.   nothing. he   clicks   his   tongue.   without   looking   behind   him,   he   asks   aloud,   in   partial   hope   that   someone   may   hear   him   - ❝ where   did   they   move   the   ambrosia   ??   ❞

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               IT   WASN’T   EVERYDAY   THAT   CHIRON   WAS   FOOLED,   BUT   HE   WOULDN’T   put   it   past   himself   for   it   to   happen.   Was   he   getting   that   old?   By   the   gods,   he   was   getting   old.   He   sighed   patiently   at   himself,   his   hand   reached   over   to   brush   the   hair   back   from   the   boy   who   laid   resting.   He   had   woken   up   only   a   few   days   ago,   and   yet   here   he   was   sleeping.   The   idea   amused   the   centaur,   “   Oh   dear.   ”   He   muttered   under   his   breath,   pulling   his   hand   away   as   the   boy   stirred   from   his   touch.   Or   maybe   it   was   just   the   timing,   either   way   he   wheeled   from   the   bedside   to   grab   a   glass   of   water   from   the   sink.   

"i cannot decide which flavour to get." poseidon confessed, scrutinizing the assortment of soda flavours before him with extreme attention to detail. there might have been a greater purpose to his appearing in the camp half blood store at this time, but poseidon was not about to reveal his secrets just yet. "what kind would you pick?"

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plots please <3

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