TO VIA, my muse,
divinerot, as promised, i wrote it for you.

TO NIK, my inspiration,
ronaldiary, you remind me a bit of aphrodite.

AND TO MY HEARTS,
cverify, laciesrot, jolieswriting, -flowercore, astrlprojections, goldcashdevine, tearburns, and pinkalientea

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ── DECEMBERS PROPHECIES

GIRL ONE: Why do you care so deeply?

GIRL TWO: Why would we not care?

GIRL ONE: Because I am nothing worthy of care.

BOY ONE: Don't be foolish now.

GIRL TWO: You're worth everything.

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SALTBURND ——— 2024  -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ──── ✿

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ──────── ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

DECEMBERS PROPHECIES ˎˊ- ────
She inhaled war and exhaled destruction.

        LOVE WASN'T USELESS— may this fact be known. Aphrodite is not stupid, she is not as allows the illusions to be painted. There is some form of deception that flows within love, one must be a fool to be in love after all, to allow themselves some form of blindness as not see the terror that lies within the heart of humanity. In the more tragic cases that terror is seen and loved even deeper, those are always the lives of poets dreams and concoction. Those are also the lovers that always end in a fate far worse than death, the lovers that make Aphrodite herself weep. They are the war torn of her own creation. See, what many fail to remember or those who do elect to not recognize, is that Aphrodite is one of the eldest Olympians, and was war's patron female before Athena came to be. They diluted her and made her less than, told her that love and war could not coexist, they took away the pride of her name and left her a mockery. And that brewed a deep anger, an anger that ran her heart. The rage of a war to come, the loathsome of her mockery over millennia had built, Aphrodite knew it. She knew before long that the child whom she prayed to Chaos and Night themselves for, a champion to remind all that love and war do coexist, and that every worst battle, the ones of wails and crimson streets, started with her. Aphrodite prayed for a champion, and when this champion comes hell or high water, her family may just crumble into ruins if cards aren't played right. If only she knew the horrid fate she would subject a poor child too, perhaps she could've found it in her heart to feel bad. But after all, the war inside her raged elder to anything her brothers could comprehend. So maybe she didn't feel bad at all, and when the Prophecies of December came rolling around, maybe a part of her knew, and she was okay with it, because Love's Champion was here.

Audrey Bennet— was not a hero. Let that fact be known, when her story is retold, she does not want a faulty image of her to be painted. She does not want lies of her sleighing a monster, she does not want it to be deemed that she ended a war. She is not a hero, there is nothing special about her. December 8th she is born, and she believes that perhaps the sky may have cursed her that day. Maybe her uncle had dimmed himself, or perhaps her aunt had conspired against her to make her enable to look at the plants that grew around her and know the darkest secrets of their histories. In a world full of heroes, a world of monsters, of the curses and wails of those before her. She knows that she is perceived as lesser than, as a damsel in distress, she knows that everyone around her views her the same way in which they view every single one of her siblings, as Demi-Gods that should never have been conceived in the first place. Audrey Bennet is aware that people think she isn't a hero, she is aware that people believe they must save her, she is aware that she is taken as a rite of passage just as her elder sister Silena is, like she doesn't matter. Like she is not a person who desperately wishes she could rewrite her fate. The fate she is so blissfully unaware of, she does not know what her mother did when she chose to meet Giovanna Bennet to have a child with; Audrey was a girl with a silver tipped tongue and rage at the world. The rage released in ways she never planned. The love that starts all wars resides in her heart and she is behind the start of the biggest of them all.

Beauty and rage; a dagger in hand and rage in her eyes, Audrey is the anger of Aphrodite.

          December Prophecies Bore— Audrey Bennet is not a hero, but chance to prove her lineage to war may erupt with Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase dragging her into what she was born for.

── ༻❁༺ ──

              Annabeth Chase— was after glory. She had lost it all in the name of glory. She lost Luke once, she lost Thalia twice, she almost lost Percy a numerous amounts of times, she almost lost her life. Because Annabeth is fifteen and she is not given a choice, she is given a life of war and betrayal and is told, "It's dog eat dog." And she has to learn to eat before she is eaten. Annabeth is after glory, and it is not by choice or her own design. The Gods long ago decided that this is what she was destined for, and when the golden ichor decide to use glimmering crimson for their own gain, the outcome is that of glory and gore. Twice already she is forced to choose glory. She is forced into the most horrific of things, nightmares plague and screams swallowed away in her mind. She is given a life of violent delights, but no violent ends are near. Annabeth wishes for peace, for a moment of serenity in it all. But Gods are relentless, and a hero is never given peace until dead. She was forced into a life of attention and death, a life of trauma and betrayal and heartache, of cosmic intervention and divine sacrifice, when she is picked for a quest with Percy. It was all she ever wanted, until now, until it has been two years and she is never given any rest. Nightmares fill her mind as whispers of a prophecy around a certain month plague her life lately.

Wisdom and blade; plans far beyond the Gods in mind, Annabeth is Athena'a pride.

          December Prophecies Bore— Annabeth Chase is forced to pick glory once more, Percy Jackson is already inline, but for a first time Audrey Bennet is dragged into it.

── ༻❁༺ ──

              Percy Jackson— was a born hero. His life was written before he was even born. A child of prophecy, he was fated to be the next Achilles, Perseus, Heracles, he was meant to be someone or something that the Gods could be proud of. The only issue is that this not something that he wants. Nightmare plague him and he fears life is not something that he will live by his own choice; but rather something by the divine design. He knows deep down that Thalia, despite being his elder, is not to be the child of the prophecy. Deep in his nightmares he knows that it is him, words and deeds of his future life bleed into Hypnos' realm, his prophecy as well as whispers of December what the month brought, whatever that may mean, fill his mind in fear. He does not want to be a hero, he does not want to have this divine blood. He does not want to be someone great, something great, he doesn't want to be a campfire story, he doesn't want to be someone that heroes eons later will look up to and say "Oh how I wish I could be like Percy." But that is not a life he wants, he would enjoy the simplicity of the unclaimed; the life of shadows and being lesser known by the Gods. But that is not for him, he is forced to elect a fate that he does not want, but cannot outrun, no matter how much he detests it. And that is the truest and deepest issue, Percy doesn't want to be a hero, he doesn't want to be this pawn. He knows that war brews, he knows that his life is merely a dispensary to the Gods games to prove a point. Something ancient and evil brews, and despite what people perceive of him, he is not clueless, he knows what lies ahead of him. Percy knows that he is a hero to die, and he knows worst of all that he is unable to leave that behind. Born to die at sixteen, what a Greek Tragedy he was born to be.

Sea and earth shaken; undertow in his heart, Percy is the undeniable champion of Olympus.

          December Prophecies Bore— Percy Jackson was born the hero and champion of the Gods, if only he knew fate provided Annabeth Chase and Audrey Bennet.

✿₊˚ 💌・₊✧ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 FATE
✦ ⠂⠂୨୧  AUDREY CELIA BENNET
Love's Savior, Divinity in Demise, Rey

" Love is useless? What's is useless the air you use. "
APHRODITE — COMPETITION'S LEGACY

✿₊˚ 🏹・₊✧ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 HER
જ⁀➴ ELENA MIRIM ALVAREZ
Tragically Warm, User of Prophecies, Elle

" I liked you better as a tree, just saying. "
APOLLO APOLLO APOLLO APOLLO

જ⁀➴ RYLAND EMERY CADDEL
Horrifically Magical, Lover of Gems, Rylie

" I'll curse you, and I don't mind the repercussions. "
HECATE HECATE HECATE HECATE

જ⁀➴ ANGELINA JOY SANTIAGO
Sapphics Divine, Born to Die, Angie

" Can you spell the words you insult me with? "
  PERSEPHONE PERSEPHONE

" I'LL FOLLOW YOU BLINDLY
NO MATTER WHAT THE END IS. "
all of the existing characters
in this work of fiction are as described.

RYLEE'S RAMBLES !

poly percabeth fanfic. best thing i've ever done on this app.

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now onto the important shit!

I DO NOT OWN THE RIORDANVERSE! i am not laying claims to what rick riordan had created nor his characters nor his dialogue nor hus plot nor his creativity. all i own is my characters, i do not own these characters nor am i attempting to lay claims. he is the original creator and all rights to any original characters are his own. i only own what i have created and added, nothing original.

also! warnings for! violence, gore, death, extreme language, familial death, child endangerment, homophobia, sexism, child exploitation, graphic descriptions of gore, PTSD and episodes, and lots of teenage activities (PG 13 ONLY)!!