It had taken a while, but she finally convinced her dad - not really, but practically by this point - to take her home. She was excited as they neared the planet, for once looking forward to see the glimmering planet of blue and green and silver. Portia watched out the window with a bright smile. When the planet they were coming upon was barren, engulfed in flame and ash, her face fell. “No…” She felt her throat close as tears started to form. “No, no, there’s n-no way-” She was shocked, angry, but more than anything, terrified. As soon as they touched ground, she disappeared into the heavy, ash and blood-laden streets full of fog so thick it was almost impossible to see. By the time she was found again, she was calling for someone as she avoided the few survivors and the people who did this to her planet, terrified and on the verge of tears.
We traveled into the fucking Nine Hells to get Pike a suit of armor. We went and battled a city of vampires so Percy could feel good about his name. We fought goliaths for Grog. We’ve traveled across planes of existence so you could fix your fucking daddy issues. But you’ve never done anything for me. Ever! You’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me, you don’t know anything about me. What’s my mother’s name?