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"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"
TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes
Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.
And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.
So... what will you do now?
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