Xianobia-Jones

She woke up by punching someone in the face. Nightmares were common for her, even more than for most demigods. For her, though, they were more memories than nightmares. She'd always wake up to her own screams, begging her mother to stop hitting her. A few minutes later, Luke would walk in, take one look at her, then sit down and hug her wordlessly. The first few nights he had his sword drawn. After a few days though, he recognised a scream from nightmares from a scream from monsters. One was fear, the other fury. This night, though, her own screams never sounded. She thrashed in the bed, Luke trying to wake her up. He, however, had a bad case

The young demigoddess was running. She was scared. Who wouldn't be? She lost everything. She had no reason to live. No friends. No family. No hope. No chance. She ran and ran from the monsters. She didn't know why she kept running... Why not just stop? She'd given up on everything else. She felt the small black ring on her finger turn icy again. When she started to give up, it freezes. She wanted to believe it was her daddy urging her on from the other side. (She was close, but it was the other dad. Her father.) She was so tired, as well. So much running, so little food. She found a nice tree, climbing it. She took a few breaths, seeing the d