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Long, long, long story.
And I'm, again, writing this by myself. I might not be able to use Dante as my ghostwriter anymore… assuming I live that long.
Hmm; Falling from the sky to wake up in Pompeii. That first.
That day I learnt a lot of very important lessons; Not all ghosts can be controlled, and Reyna is too cool.
Next Portugal; there are a lot of terrible slogans. We, the bones that are here, await yours? You're kidding me.
To hell with my limited time; I have a lot to say about Portugal.
Portugal has terrible pretty much everything. No offence to Paolo, but Portuguese? What the cazzo?
Secondly; you have a church made of bones. I repeat; A Church Made Of Bones. That's disgusting. How did you— never mind.
And you were able to find a way to make a place where my dad feels "focused". You're attracting bad rep. What if he actually comes for redecorating ideas? Tyche be with you.
In conclusion; Portugal has a lot of weird memories. The weirdest being Hades saying he was proud of me; because lucky for me (not), he knows my secret.
More about Portugal; Farturas. FARTuras. Seriously?
Ok; Reyna's giving me a weird look. It's still funny.
What was definitely not funny was Lycaon. Note to self; forge a silver sword. With Phlegathon water.
Finally; in San Juan I learnt that Hunters aren't too bad. They risked their lives to save us. I understand Bianca's choice a lot better now.
And Orion must die.
Plus I hate colours.
Nico di Angelo.