❝ Oh Lord, oh Lord, what do I do?
I've fallen for someone who's nothing like you
He's raised on the edge of the Devil's Backbone
Oh, I just wanna take him home. ❞

— DEVIL'S BACKBONE, THE CIVIL WARS

     FEYRE BLANCHARD'S dreams always started and ended the same; with her, bow and arrow in hand, while she fought a stranger whose face she could not see. Then it ended with their sharp blade going through her gut, twisting her insides, coating the cool metal with her blood as she gasped for breath. Feyre would drop to the ground and die in the arms of the person who will become her undoing. And then she would awake, drenched in a cold sweat, tears sticking to her warm cheeks.

     Feyre died in every single version of her twisted dream. A fate she could not escape.

     When the young fourteen year old girl confronted her mother about her strange and harrowing dreams, Rosalind Blanchard went quiet for a moment. She left the room. Feyre could've sworn she heard her mother crying on the other side of her bedroom door. And when the woman entered the room once more, she packed a bag for Feyre and took her to a hillside where an old tree stood tall in the distance.

     Rosalind sat in the tall grass with her daughter for a few minutes. She explained to Feyre that she wasn't like most kids her age. She was far more special. And that was when Feyre discovered the stories were real — the ones about the Greek Gods she heard so much about as a child — they were real. And Feyre was known as a Demigod, half human, half God. Her mother then explained she would be safe far away from home, living in a camp amongst other children who were just like her.

     So Feyre bid her mother farewell, unbeknownst to the young girl that it may be the last time they ever saw each other.

     And with the knowledge that her dreams may have some true to them, Feyre built up walls so high that no one could possibly climb over them. Someone would be responsible for her death someday. She wouldn't leave any stone unturned. If she could avoid the prophecy playing over and over in her slumber, she would. That was until she met a boy. A boy who gave Feyre a reason to trust again. Who broke her walls down and let the light back in.

     Three years later, Feyre Blanchard was no longer the scared little girl others saw her as. She was the proud daughter of Apollo — the God of archery, music, prophecy and more. The girl was a master of many talents, who had an abundance of friends she didn't even know could exist. But there was still that feeling looming over her shoulder. It was death latching onto her, telling her that the clock with ticking. A reminder that Feyre would never be free from the prophecy that has plagued her dreams for years.

     Then one day something changed. A new kid arrived at camp. A forbidden child — the son of the almighty Poseidon. When he is sent on a deadly quest to prevent a civil war between the Gods, Feyre's dreams become more frequent, more bloody, more violent. It was a warning that something was coming, something big. And she could either run again, or fight it like the warrior she had trained to be since she was fourteen years old.

     And Feyre Blanchard would die. That much was certain.

     But what she didn't know was the person wielding the blade would be the one person she trusted most of all — Luke Castellan. He was Feyre's weakness, the love of her life . . .

     . . . Her ruination.

LOLA TUNG / . . . FEYRE ( FEY )
BLANCHARD

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DAUGHTER OF APOLLO. DEMIGOD.
SEER. ARCHER. MUSICIAN.

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▃▃▃▃▃▃ WOMEN'S
HEARTS ARE LETHAL
WEAPONS. ▃▃▃▃▃▃

&

charlie bushnell / LUKE CASTELLAN
rachael zegler / ALINA SINCLAIR
nico parker / DELIA CROMWELL
gemma chang / ROSALIND BLANCHARD
sam claflin / APOLLO
walker scobell / PERCY JACKSON
leah jeffries / ANNABETH CHASE
aryan simhadri / GROVER UNDERWOOD
the rest of the pjo cast / THEIR RESPECTIVE CHARACTERS

authors note.
Is this an impulsive decision? Absolutely...but I couldn't resist. As far as my percy jackson knowledge goes...it's not great. I read the first book back when I was like twelve, watched the movies and I've been watching the series. But I bought the books recently and I've been reading them (I'm currently half way through book 2) but I'm honestly really excited to write this story and introduce you to the most tragic love story I've ever written 🤭

I also want to make a quick disclaimer that I am aware Luke is a villain and I'm in no way shape or form romanticising his character or his actions. I just think he's an interesting and complex character and would love to tackle that as a writer.

Layout inspired by warrensdrums <3
Cover by aastratta <3

warning.
This story may contain triggering topics throughout. Please read with caution.

dedications.
This story is dedicated to starlightsuns warrensdrums fIeetwood aIiensuperstarr elfaouly sweetvinyls sofifics isabel_tpwk austrxlians junebluesfever evvildead invisiblestringed silvcrsprings tangledkisses equaIs hmulupin fciryriots charliesluv aaronhtchnrs conklln Iucygraybaird finaIgrls bucksapocalypse theivykru & anyone else who likes percy jackson <3