Freya's POV
Pain.
It burned every nerve and bone as it swept through my body like wildfire. I was immobile. I was having trouble breathing.
Around me, the darkness pressed in on all sides and throbbed. I heard Finnick's voice shouting from a distance. Dorian's. The conflict between opposing powers.
However, I was sinking. Drowning.
"Stop fighting," the voice of the thing slithered across my head, familiar and icy. "This is your identity. Who you were destined to be.
No.
I fought, attempting to distance myself from the voice, but I was unable to distinguish between it and myself.
"Freya, they'll never trust you. They'll be afraid of you forever. However, I'll give it my all for you."
Memories of suffering, treachery, and grief raced across my mind. The way I had been viewed. their eyes' fear.
"Let them fear you."