ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx Qᴜɪɴɴᴏɴᴇᴢ
"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷"
ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ
"𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭"
ᴘᴀɴꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ, ᴄʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ, ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ
"𝓦𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼"
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ: ʙᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ
"𝓦𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭"
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: ᴅᴇᴍɪɢɪʀʟ
"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵"
ꜰᴄ: ᴊᴇɴɴᴀ ᴏʀᴛᴇɢᴀ
"𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵"
ʀʏᴅᴇʀ: @-That-Roman-Kid-
"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭"
ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ (ᴀᴋᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟꜱ ᴍᴇ): @Quinnthecrackfairy
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Daughter_Of_Fall
Oct 12, 2020 04:30PM
Phoenix was sitting in the fields of camp half blood, her hair in a braid and the wind blowing that braid behind herView all Conversations
Story by ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩
Sincerely, Me
Phoenix's backstory in the form of a diary, possibly some letters, idk
