I was originally Foxes can be Silver.
I now must start anew. Itdeletedmydata and accountinfo.
Please cut me some slack. Writing helps with my depression. Not snarky comments on my plot holes.
I don't own any characters.
P.S. Listen to the song Soldatino by Paola Bennett, I believe. It's my favorite.
A quiet rain is splashing around us
As we wait for the scouts news
Will it be heartbreaking or joyous,
Reason to cry or be amused?
Leo, is he dead?
He must have taken the blast straight to the head.
We all must unite and believe,
And hopefully give us reason to be relieved.
Percy and the lapping waves
Hazel and the Cursed Gems
Nico and the dying grass
We're missing Leo and his dancing flames...
Nervous habits,
The waves, gems, grass,
The thunder and slips of charmspeak,
We're missing the most calming habit of all...
Leo and the dancing flames
Metal Dragon
Mechanical Thumb
Leo and his sense of humor
The scouts found nothing
So they said
With the look in the children's eyes
A broken look, a dead older brother...
No hope
No Leo
No humor
No Leo
He came back
To our pleasure
And also quite to our anger
He left us like this?
Piper closed her book. Leo, a younger brother to her. Oh, Leo.
Percy took it really hard, of course. Him and Anna run CHB now. Basically.
And here comes the bad news. Clarisse banged on the door. "Hey! HEY! Aphro cabin, report. We need Piper!"
Course they do.
Piper sighed.
