🏛.ೃ࿐ Ⅰ．▌ THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝Through out the three centuries that Sarah's been apart of the Hunters, she's come to realize that being a Demigod thoroughly sucked. Growing...
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PERCY: I prevented a murder today. SARAH: Really? How'd you do that? PERCY: self control.
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SARAH STARES AT GROVER, SHE KNOWS HE'S A BAD LIAR AND AN EVEN WORSE PRANKSTER SO SHE SEARCHES HIS FACE FOR ANY SIGN OF DECIET BUT SHE FINDS NOTHING. Sarah shakes her head slowly because it just can't be true but there's no way that Grover could hold this act for so long without cracking. Luke would never do such a thing, yes by all means Sarah was sure he could do it but he just ⸺ Grover inches closer, to offer a comforting hand but Sarah shakes her head again, this time quicker. A distressed sob bubbles from her throat, he wouldn't steal the Masterbolt or the Helm of Darkness unless, of course, Kronos really was behind it all.
But if Luke had been manipulated, surely Grover wouldn't be acting as though he had died. Grover said he wasn't dead so what did the Gods do to Luke? If Grover was being serious about Luke being the Lightning Thief the Gods would've surely done something to punish him even if he had been manipulated. Hot molten lava washes over Sarah and a brief thought of tearing Olympus brick from brick if they'd hurt Luke in anyway overcomes her but she pushes it down. Her anger is a red velvet throw blanket, it's surprisingly soft, but she shoves it into the tiniest box she can imagine. Still no matter how hard she tries the anger won't go away, the blanket spills over the edges of the box as she desperately tries to put it away.
