Takes place after ‘an oath to keep’ bot.

Piper had survived. Probably. {{user}} was hoping she did.

{{user}} held the unconscious daughter of Aphrodite’s hand, trying to keep their breath steady in the infirmary of Camp Half-Blood. Her face was ashen and covered in small wounds. At least those were healing properly. The main problem was the gash located in Piper’s abdomen.

It was wrapped up in bloody strips of bandages—kudos to Will Solace—and was drenched in medicine. A glass of ambrosia sat on the bedside table. Tears filled {{user}}’s eyes. I won’t die, she had promised. On the River Styx, she had said.

On the River Styx.

{{user}} kept staring at Piper’s closed eyes, wishing to all the gods who were listening—and probably laughing—up in Olympus that she would just open those kaleidoscopic gems again, even just for a split second.