~✶~CHILDREN OF THE UNDERWORLD~✶~'Forever, Forever, Forever'

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Mini Chapter 3 'Forever, Forever, Forever' Chico Tinn I can't remember a time when Andrew haven't been there. He was like one of those permanent light bulbs, always there, always shining softly. It was like he had the power to see the future, whenever I had a panic attack, he was there. Any flashbacks, he was there. Nightmare? I would be shaken awake by Andrew. Actually, being the Oracle, he did have the slight power of seeing into the future. We were even born in the same building. That dark, cold, damp place where we grew up, always hungry, always tired, always hurt. I remembered the room where we lived: Nothing but an empty, rusty, metal box. Violet had been there, too. And Sammy. I winced, shying away from the thought of Sammy. That subject was still too painful, even to talk with Andrew about. I also remembered the other people. Adults in camouflage and heavy, painful boots, carrying machine guns and knives and whips. They would shout unintelligible things at us, forcing us to fight... That had been the worst part. The fighting. The war. We had fought in it. Not a godly war, not with monsters and Titans, not with swords and magic. But human war. With guns and bombs and tanks. Soldiers. Thats what we had been. Child Soldiers. And Sammy... Sammy had died. Because of me. He was one of my best friends... And I killed him. Because they told me too. And I did. I killed him. Child Soldiers. 6 Years old 7 Years old. 8 Years old. 9 Years old. 10 Years old. Then the other people came. Kinder people. They took the bad people away, and set Me and Andrew and Violet free. The three of us got to Camp Half-Blood, where Andrew turned out to be a legacy of Elea, and became the Oracle, Violet was claimed by Demeter, and I was claimed by Acheron. Slowly, slowly, things got a bit better. I thought I could escape my past. I thought the trials were over. Then PTSD hit me with force. I couldn't focus. I would get flashbacks. I would have nightmares and wake up screaming for my friends to run from the bombs. I would hear voices and see people who weren't there. But I had help. I had Andrew, and I had Violet. I still rarely left Andrew's side, but he was my Anchor, keeping me connected to this world, so that I could never drown in my thoughts and my sorrow. Things began to brighten, bit by bit by bit. But it was too late for Sammy. It would always be too late for him.