Helena
Three months.
Three long, grueling, frustrating, beautiful months.
River had cried, screamed, meditated, collapsed, tried again, and kept going. Most people would have quit by now. Most Demigods would have quit by now. But River Dalgaard was made of something rarer, something stubborn and bright and unbreakable.
There had been days when I thought River would break. Days when I thought about stopping all of this madness. It wasn’t fair to her, but I knew we couldn’t give up.
My uncle had entrusted me with this, and I wouldn’t let him down. However, it was proving harder than I imagined it would be. I knew it would take a while, but this was something else. Each time River seemed to be getting somewhere, she’d lose her grip on her inner self.
I won’t lie, it was frustrating for
