A gasp escaped Stella's lips as the pain reached its peak. The echo of Atlas's final blow against Zoë reverberated through her body, a haunting reminder of the inevitability she was trying to defy.
One shall perish by a parent's hand. Zoë was doomed from the start, even if Stella did not want to believe it.
Stella snapped her eyes open and saw the golden binds that had come out of her hands and wrapped themselves around Zoë's wounds. The golden glow intensified, a testament to the overwhelming healing energy she channeled.
Thalia placed a hand on her shoulder. "Stella, that's enough."
"I-I'm sorry," Stella cried out.
"Thank you, the pain is nearly gone. But thou must let go, it must be this way." Zoë said, hoping the daughter of Apollo would end her self-inflicted torment.
As Stella's vision blurred with tears of helplessness and pain, she attempted to pull her hands back but couldn't. It was as if she was stuck, inexplicably bound to Zoë's wound. The healing energy, once a source of solace, now commanded her, refusing to release its grip.
The pain doubled, an unbearable symphony of anguish. She heard agonizing screams, only to realize they came from her own tortured throat.
She was feeling all of the energy drain out of her as if she was bleeding out life onto the field. The mental and physical anguish was at a level she never knew existed.
"Stella, you're losing yourself. Let go," A voice cut through the dissonance.
The golden bonds finally released her, and she collapsed onto the unforgiving ground, but she remained mystically attached to Zoë, continuing to share her pain.
"Elle, sunshine, please, you have to listen to me," The voice urged.
Her screams became louder, and she felt like she was under the largest mental and physical toll to exist. She wasn't doing anything, yet she continued to feel all the energy draining out of her.
The voice kneeled at her side, gently cradling her in their arms as she lay on the cold earth. The person's face became clear, and through her half-closed eyes, she could see Percy looking at her.
As consciousness teetered on the brink of oblivion, Percy's features came into sharp focus. Stella glimpsed every nuance in his sea-green eyes and the faint grey streak in his tousled hair.
"You have to let go!" He pleaded.
"Stella, let go!"
The night bore witness to this quiet moment of surrender, where the daughter of Apollo relinquished consciousness, guided by the son of Poseidon's compassionate hands.
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Percy held Stella in his arms, her body limp and unresponsive. The ordeal she had just endured had taken a toll on her, and he felt a mixture of worry and guilt. Her usually vibrant and energetic presence was replaced by the pale stillness of unconsciousness.
"Stella," Percy whispered her name, a note of concern lacing his voice.
He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her forehead. He couldn't shake off the unease that gripped him, watching her so vulnerable and fragile.
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¹𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 ! - percy jackson
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