Fried Swan?
Through the falling ashes of the harpies, I tried to find that stupid woman.
"Where is she?" I asked Yoongi.
"Somewhere over the rainbow," he muttered.
The only thing alive around us was a snow white swan that somehow managed to stay snow white. Yoongi and I were covered in ash.
"Keep acting like you're searching for her. It's the swan at 2 o'clock, that's her" Yoongi whispered. I swept my gaze past the swan and towards the ocean farther away.
"You want me to burn her?" I asked Yoongi.
"Together. Now," he replied. I followed his orders.
I loved this feeling. My fingertips were tingling. I could feel my temperatures rising, the smell of smoke in the air. And it left me. To plague someone else. For a long time. Forever.
The stupid swan let out its last squeak and collapsed into the ocean, lifeless.
"Go to hell, Swan" I murmured at Aphrodite.
"Her name is not Swan, it's Evangelia Aravani. If you were Greek, you would know her." A voice from behind spoke.
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