The Golden Apple He Stole From Me
I’m a mortal priestess, but a Tartarus death curse is killing me.
The only cure is a Golden Apple from Olympus, which blooms once a century to purify a soul.
But my soulmate—Zale, son of Poseidon—snatched my apple away. He fed it to my sister, Melora, just to heal a minor magical burn.
I abandoned my final treatments at the Temple of Apollo. Instead, I drank a vial of Lethe poison, laced with water from the Styx.
It silences all pain.
The price? In three days, my soul will turn to ash. No afterlife. No reincarnation.
In my final three days on earth, I let everything go.
I gave my Healing Temple to Melora. My parents, the high priests, smiled in relief.
When Zale drew the Blade of Olympus to
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