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.