017.
Very long story. Maybe more tiring than the last one.
But I have two days in the holding cell— sorry; infirmary. I'm free to remember translations all I want.
Lessons I learned in Buford:
1. Preator Reyna has a cool history. And by cool I mean so in the obsessed with war, pirate related, I-Kind-Of-Killed-My-Father kind of way.
2. I can also do costumes. It was only the 27th of July and Bryce Lawrence had a great, realistic ghost costume for October 31st.
Oh wait; it wasn't a costume. I actually turned him into a ghost.
Solace is right; I need a break from ghost-kingship.
3. I need to calm down. My anger almost cost me my life.
However, pricks like Bryce deserve it. And I learnt that I'm way too powerful. So it was halfway worth it.
4. Pegasi do not suck.
War has a ton of lessons. But an ultimate one is that some deaths shouldn't be prevented; most especially if the death involved is the death of an aurgr bisbetico enough to be a god.
His death was necessary; that's why Will Solace isn't obviously giving me merda about it. At least not obviously.
News flashes: Jason's pontifex maximus and wants to make sure all the old gods are remembered, blah blah blah.
Leo Valdez is dead.
I still have no idea what to feel.
Speaking of mixed feelings; Me and Percy are going to be awkward for… a while. Maybe forever. That's what happens when someone sees you kill something; and I basically murdered his pride.
No biggie. At least Annabeth's happy, though she might be that way because her boyfriend is completely off my mind now. I have— ah— other people to deal with.
Nico di Angelo.