Deviation Actions
Literature Text
It burns.
I’m accepted into the legion. I’m a full member now.
Megan Miller, Cohort 3 Legionary.
Everyone seems so excited for me. I was happy when they let me eat my dinner in peace.
“Why didn’t you tell me it hurt so much?”
I was sitting with Octavian, my best friend. We came to Camp Jupiter together from the Wolf House. He was accepted almost immediately, where as I had to wait nearly a year. I kept poking at the mark on my wrist.
“It didn’t hurt that bad, did it?”
“No, I guess not.”
“May I?” He gestured to see my wrist and I let him grasp it.
I looked over the SPQR and single bar. His eyes lingered on the caduceus.
“Mercury, you seem like a kid of his. But, what are those? They don’t look like snakes.”
“I don’t know exactly. They look like thread, but I’m not really sure.”
“Maybe you’re a legacy of some sort.”
I shrugged. “Perhaps. Maybe we would find out together, someday.”
He gave me one of his goofy smiles and I returned it with a giggle.
Megan is my oc.
Octavian and Camp Jupiter are from Heroes of Olympus.