CHAPTER SUMMARY

Annabeth, Ron, and Hermione plan to defend against Angelos. Cho and Genevieve meet up with Annabeth. Nico is rescued.

BEGINNING NOTES

Chapter Rating: General Audiences
Content Warning: Cursing
Word Count: 4404

For anyone who doesn't know, the Darwin Award is an internet meme. People win the Darwin Award when they hurt themselves in such a stupid way that it's basically natural selection at work. Think people who take a selfie on a tiny ledge on a skyscraper or stick their head in a car's exhaust pipe to see if it fits. And yes, those are both things that someone actually did.

The Italian translations will be in the end notes since it isn't from Nico's perspective, thus the narrator doesn't know what he's saying.

And all the characters are owned by JK Rowling, or Rick Riordan.

Credits at the end.

_THALIA_

Thalia knew how well the cohorts could fight. She'd heard stories from Jason of all the times they'd pulled victory from the toughest of odds. But even the Romans had their limits, and, after two days locked in battle outside D.O.A. Recording Studios, the legion was getting tired. Frank, Reyna, and Alabaster were running out of ideas. And they were running out of supplies.

She, Alabaster, and Lou had set up base in what used to be Crusty's Waterbed Palace, empty after Percy, Annabeth, and Grover sent him to Tartarus seven years ago. For a place abandoned for almost a decade, it wasn't that bad. Frank and Reyna were with their soldiers on the battlefield, trying to keep morale up.

"There has to be something we can do," Alabaster muttered, pacing back and forth.

"We're fighting two armies, Al," Lou said. "They're gods. We aren't. Of course it's going to be hard."

"We could contact some neutral gods for help?" Thalia offered. "Apollo, maybe?"

"Okay," Lou said slowly, "but how could we-"

She never got to finish her sentence. Alabaster suddenly gasped and collapsed on the floor, clutching his throat. Lou screamed and ran to her brother's side. "Alabaster?! Alabaster!" He coughed violently, gasping for breath. His face was red, and his eyes bugged out. "He's choking!" Lou screamed.

Thalia grabbed him and forced him to stand. She hit him on the back, hard. Alabaster coughed, and water poured from his mouth. Lou started to chant, and more water came pouring out. Alabaster vomited, sputtered, and heaved. At last, he caught his breath and collapsed on the nearest waterbed.

"What on Earth was that?!" Lou cried.

"Drowning," Alabaster managed between coughs. "I was... drowning."

"What? How?"

"N... Nico." Alabaster coughed again. "Nico's underwater."

Lou's eyes widened. "Al, for the gods' sakes, tell me you severed the connection."

Alabaster forced himself to sit up, panting. "I... never got around to it."

Lou went from shocked to nervous to concerned to furious in a fraction of a second. "You are- for the love of- Alabaster! Psychic links aren't empathy links! You're not supposed to keep them for more than a day! Two months was pushing it-you're telling me it's been a year-and-a-half?!For- for one of the most powerful children of Hecate to ever live, you are the most reckless, irresponsible...!" She hit the foot of the nearest waterbed and made an audible noise of disgust. "Al... what did Mom actually ask you to do last September?"

"Train a son of Hades and make sure all the horcruxes were left intact."

Lou rubbed her temples like she was starving off a migraine. "Did she mean in person?"

Alabaster hesitated. "Um... possibly?"

"Then why-"

"He was a son of Hades! I wanted to mess with him, like 'ooo a boy has come from the future to help you, Nico...' Ravenclaw owed me a favor. I couldn't resist." Lou shot him the most disgusted glare Thalia had ever seen. "Hey, I assumed he was an asshole like his dad! Let me live a little, won't you?!"

Thalia caught Lou's eye. "Can I?"

"Go ahead."

Thalia punched Alabaster in the face. He fell back into the waterbed; little waves rippled from his body. "Okay. I deserved that."

"You," Lou growled, "are the reason that natural selection exists."

Alabaster sat up and pressed two fingers to his bleeding cheek. The skin glowed, then repaired itself. "Something's happened to Nico. We have to rescue him."

"What about Percy and the others?" Lou asked.

Alabaster shook his head. "He's alone, I can feel it. Something's happened to his mind... he's... I don't know, but no one can find him but me. I'm sure of that. Besides, if he dies, I'll die too. I don't want to leave this up in the air."

"What about the battle?" Lou asked.

"Frank and Reyna will figure it out," Thalia said. "If Nico's in trouble, we've got to find him. It's not like we're doing much here, anyway, sitting and waiting for news."

"Fine," Lou conceded.

Alabaster stood. "Take my hand. I'll apparate us. Let's go."

_ANNABETH_

Annabeth practically kissed the ground when she landed in Heathrow airport. She finally understood how Alabaster felt on the airplane to New York-every bit of turbulence put her on edge. What if Zeus knocked her out of the air as a warning to Athena? What if he decided to threaten Nico's friend again?

She took the subway to London proper. It wasn't hard to find a motel once she reached the city. Some water and the right angle with a handheld mirror created the perfect rainbow.

"We have to stop Angelos before she makes everything worse," Ron said. "Things are bad enough without death eaters. It would cause a panic now that the public knows Riddle came back last year. They might think Nico didn't kill him after all."

"She would attack at a strategic point," Annabeth reasoned. "Where would Hades have the greatest advantage, now that the Ministry's fallen?"

"What about Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. "Hecate might want to use it as a fortress. If Dad captured it, she'd have nowhere to hide."

"But it's too well protected," Annabeth said. "Merlin and the Founders are powerful gods. It would take more magic than Hades has to break its defenses. He would need a way to breach its walls first."

"I thought he was an Elder God?" Hermione asked.

"But not a magic user," Annabeth explained. "He's incredibly powerful, but overcoming five gods who all specialize in magic is impossible, even for a son of Kronos. He'd need another way in. Hecate destroyed the thestrals, and, with all the riots, I suspect there's been looting, which eliminates brooms. And you can't apparate into Hogwarts."

"What about the Floo Network?" Ron asked.

Annabeth shook her head. "Floo Powder's a weaker version of Hecate's 'flaming kiss of death,' the spell that weakened Persephone enough to kill her. Dad wouldn't touch the stuff."

"So, what else is there?" Annabeth pressed.

"The Hogwarts Express," Hermione realized. "It's the only way to get a large population into Hogwarts now that thestrals are gone."

Annabeth's mind whizzed at a hundred miles an hour. "You're right, Hermione. He could isolate Hogsmeade that way. Merlin couldn't organize enough followers to defend it with Hecate's lands in chaos, and most of the students and teachers are on Christmas break. Hades would capture it virtually unopposed. We have to get to King's Cross Station, now."

"But how can we defend against her troops without an army?" Hermione asked.

"Don't worry," Annabeth assured them, "help's already on its way. I'll see you guys at King's Cross."

"We're on our way," Ron said and waved the image away.

_THALIA_

Thalia, Alabaster, and Lou reappeared under a huge, golden arch, ten times bigger than the Doors of Death. Thick, black fog obscured what was on the other side. In front of her, there was nothing but black and gray rocks.

"This is the Underworld?" Thalia asked.

Alabaster nodded. "It must be. I couldn't get us inside-no magic's powerful enough to do that-so I used Mom's entrance." He gestured to the golden arch. "The Gate of Dawn. I think."

Thalia wasn't exactly reassured. "Okay. Where's Nico?"

Alabaster took some acorns out of his pocket and whispered an incantation. The acorns rearranged themselves in the palm of his hand. He studied them for a second, then closed his fingers around them and put them away. "We need to travel southwest. There's someone standing guard, so we'll know when we're there."

They followed Alabaster, stopping every so often for him to redo the tracking spell and assure them that they were on the right path. It wasn't long until they hit a gurgling river. Its sapphire blue water called out to Thalia, but she knew better than to touch it. They walked until they found a narrow bend in the river and jumped over it. It was even more terrifying than flying.

The Underworld was much nicer on the other side. They were surrounded by a beautiful forest that smelled like mint, with warm sunlight shining down on them. "Is this Elysium?" Lou asked, her voice filled with wonder.

No one answered. They had no idea-they weren't Nico.

They weaved through the trees until they came across a small oasis. "There," Thalia whispered. A nymph sat on a fallen tree, humming to herself. She was definitely guarding something.

Alabaster's eyes darkened. "Nymph. Proserpine did this." His fist tightened. He stared at the nymph with absolute hate in his eyes. Thalia got goosebumps. This was the person she imagined the first time she heard Alabaster's name. This was the evil son of Hecate who kidnapped Nico for his mother and led his siblings in Kronos's army. The crafty son of Hecate looked downright murderous.

"Al, there's no way to know that," Lou said gently. "Nico will tell us."

The cloud passed, and Alabaster was the same as he always had been. But Thalia was wary now. She knew, as long as she lived, she'd never look at him the same way again.

"You want to take it?" Alabaster offered.

Lou nodded with a cunning smile. She whispered an incantation. The nymph stood and, hypnotized, wandered away from the oasis.

"Nice," Thalia said. They made their way into the clearing. "He must be in the water. That's why you were drowning."

Alabaster nodded. "Question is, how do we get him out?"

That was a problem. None of them could touch the river without gods-know-what happening to them. "The water's clear," Thalia reasoned. "Maybe we'll be able to see him." They inspected the river, but, even though its water was clear and sparkling, Nico was nowhere to be seen.

"Proserpine's concealing him somehow," Alabaster growled. His voice gave Thalia goosebumps again.

"Maybe we should try to find Percy?" Lou suggested. "He'd be able to control the river."

"Search the entire Underworld?" Thalia questioned. "If by some miracle we found him, Nico's captor would be back. With the nymph gone, they'd know something was up." Thalia stared blankly at the river. The water was so blue... it seemed to call out to her...

"Snap out of it!" Lou punched him in the arm.

Thalia grimaced. "Ow... thanks, Lou."

"No problem," she said with a cheeky grin.

"Use magic," Thalia said. "Split the river."

"We can't," Lou said. "That takes powerful magic, enough that Hades will sense us. As soon as we get Nico out, we'll be captured again, and probably killed."

"Thalia, can you use your wind powers to blast the water out of the bank?" Alabaster asked.

"Yeah, but we'd get sprayed with the water."

Lou was pacing now. Alabaster threw a rock between his hands. Thalia kept her eyes off the river while she brainstormed. She didn't want to get entranced again.

"Did anyone bring floaties?" Lou tried. "Or an inner tube?"

"This is hopeless!" Alabaster shouted and threw the rock into the forest. "We could enchant that stupid nymph to-"

"Nymph!" Lou cried. "Al, that's it! We're in a forest. One of these tree nymphs could tell us what happened. If we know how Nico got in, we can get him out."

"I can help with that," a timid, female voice said. Thalia turned. A beautiful nymph was hiding behind a thick tree trunk, watching them. She smiled nervously, then came out of the clearing. "Are you here for the son of Hades?"

"You know Nico?" Thalia asked.

"He's in the water," the nymph said. "Persephone put him there." She blushed. "I couldn't hear it all, but she said to keep him safe; he was a hero for the ages." She smiled. "There are so few sons of Hades. I've seen that one a lot. He's always so conflicted, like his father. I've never had the courage to talk to him before."

"Who are you?" Lou asked. "How do you know Hades?"

The nymph smiled. Her eyes glistened with nostalgia. "My name is Leuke. Hades and I were in love. It was so long ago, he wasn't married yet. I lived with him in the Underworld. But, I was mortal. When I died, he turned me into the poplar tree so I could live forever." She smiled sadly. "I miss him. I want to help his son. He must love him a lot to let him spend so much time in the Underworld."

Thalia thought it was best not to mention that they were estranged now. "How do we save him if we can't touch the water?"

"I can get him," Leuke said. "Tell Hades that I helped his son. Promise me?"

"Of course," Thalia lied.

One of the poplar trees' branches extended into the river, and out came Nico, cradled like a baby in its arms. Leuke guided him to the ground, humming a sweet tune. It sounded like wind whistling through the trees; sad and lonely, but hopeful too. Nico opened his eyes. Leuke smiled at him. "Hello, little one," she said.

" Sei qui per giocare con me? " Nico asked. He sounded innocent, like a child.

She smiled at him and hummed again. She gingerly laid Nico on the mossy ground. "Sit up slowly."

Nico shivered a little. " Non mi sento bene. Voglio andare a casa. " His lip started to wiggle. Leuke brushed wet strands of hair off of his forehead. " Dov'è Papà? "

"Nico?" Thalia asked gently. "How do you feel?"

Nico turned at the sound of his name. He looked at Thalia, puzzled. " Non capisco. Voglio andare a casa. "

"I'll dry him," Thalia offered. Wind enveloped Nico, blowing the water from his body, clothes, and hair. She was careful to surround him with the winds completely so the water wouldn't spray on any of them.

Leuke helped him sit up. Nico looked around. "What is this? Where am I?" He studied Thalia's face with confusion in his eyes. "Where's Bianca?"

"Nico..." Thalia whispered. "Bianca's dead, remember?"

Thalia expected him to start crying, but the reaction he got was much worse. He paused for a moment, processing what he'd heard, then said, "Okay," like he'd been told a baseball score. "What about Hazel?"

"In New York."

"Percy?"

"Around here somewhere."

"Thalia?"

Thalia realized he was just listing names that popped into his head. He didn't have any idea who these people were. "I'm Thalia."

Nico rubbed his eyes. " La casa stava tremando. Faceva caldo, molto caldo. Papà mi ha salvato. Poi eravamo in questo hotel e me ne sono dimenticato. Poi un castello, mi hanno urlato, ma Bianca mi ha tenuto al sicuro. Ora è morta. E io sono... io sono... " He stopped to take a breath. "The Underworld. I'm in the Underworld." His accent was far more pronounced than usual.

"Persephone did this..." Alabaster whispered to himself.

" Percy è in pericolo. " This time, Nico caught himself. "I mean, Percy's in danger. They all are. Persephone's coming for them."

"We can't stay here," Lou said. "Hades will kill Al and me, and there's a battle-"

"I'm with you, Nico," Alabaster said immediately.

Even Nico flinched at the look in his friend's eyes. "Al, what happened?"

Alabaster grabbed Nico's hand and helped him up. "Let's go."

"Hey, thanks-" Thalia looked around for Leuke, but she was nowhere to be found. He turned to Lou. She nudged her head towards Alabaster. Her eyes were dark, too.

_PERCY_

"Will?" Hestia said. "I am officially never following you again."

Will pointed to a nearby skyscraper. "I think Silena and Beckendorf's is that way."

"Two blocks," Hestia huffed. "Nico said two blocks. We've walked more than two blocks."

"Oh, come on, Hestia, let's-"

"I'm officially booting you out of the G.P.S. job. All in favor?"

"I!" Blaise and Percy shouted in unison.

Will stared at Percy with his puppy dog eyes, so annoying and yet so incredibly effective. "It's nothing against you," Percy said, "but it's been an hour, and we're lost."

"All we had to do was go in a straight line!" Hestia cried. "How could you get lost going in a straight line for two blocks?"

"I'm sorry I'm not a son of Hermes," Will muttered, but he also did the smart thing and stopped walking.

They were standing in the center of a town square, one you'd find in old Westerns, where cowboys would duel at high noon. A saloon had set up residence in the square. People from every period of history sat around tables, sipping drinks, talking, and laughing. Some wore Greek tunics or Roman togas, others were dressed like the cast of Romeo and Juliet (not that he knew much else, he fell asleep before Act One was over when they showed it in English). People in afros and bell-bottom jeans chat with Africans in tribal dress and war paint. It was a mind-trip, but that was Elysium.

"You kids want some food?" called a Native American in animal skins from behind the counter.

"Uh... not right now!" Will replied. One bite of Underworld food and you were stuck there forever.

"Sure. What's with the blankets?"

They shifted uncomfortably. Blaise carried Melinoe, wrapped carefully under one of their sleeping bags, so she looked like a pile of comforters. "We were, um, camping," Blaise said.

The Native American laughed. "When I was alive, every day was camping."

Before anyone could ask any more questions about the woman-sized blankets, Nico ran into the square, accompanied by a breathless Alabaster, Lou, and Thalia. "We gotta go," Thalia said without explanation.

"But- how are you here?" Percy wondered. Instead of answering, Thalia grabbed his arm and pulled him to the other side of the square. Percy decided not to question her further. A half-blood running like that was usually a bad sign.

"This way!" Nico shouted, directing them through cobblestone roads and wild west houses.

"Why are we running?" Percy asked.

"Persephone!"

"What?"

"Not now!"

Then, something weird started to happen. The sun, once pleasantly warm, turned hot and blindingly bright. Percy squinted. He could barely see Nico with his eyes so narrowed, but any wider hurt too much. He started to sweat. As much as he liked the old west aesthetic, the heat of the desert ruined it.

"Pensi che mi fermerà?!" Nico shouted at nothing. "The shadows will direct us! Left!"

His accent is way stronger than normal. What happened to him after we split up?

They zig-zagged through the city until the cobblestone turned into slate. The blinding light faded enough that they could open their eyes again. Where was Nico taking them? And what was going on?

Instead of the old west, ancient Chinese buildings crowded the street. And, instead of a blinding sun, the sky was dark and stormy. A harsh wind blew through the city, powerful enough that it ripped trees from their roots. Percy cursed. He got that feeling that it was monsoon season.

Nico jumped through the window of a mansion, shouting "Sorry!" when he knocked the house owner over. "Was that Confucius?!" Will cried.

"Probably!" Nico yelled over the winds. "We're almost there!"

"Almost where?!" Hestia shouted.

They sprinted through fifteen different rooms, ran out the back door, followed Nico through a hedge maze until they reached the other side, then continued another hundred yards through a bonsai tree display, all while the roaring winds tore roofs from houses.

"Here!" Nico shouted, and dived headfirst between a tree with two trunks. The rest of them followed, one by one, until they landed in a pitch-black cavern.

"Lumos," Blaise and Hestia whispered at the same time. Alabaster summoned the same ball of light in his hand. Lou opened her palm, and greek fire danced around her fingertips. Between the four of them, they could see quite clearly. The cavern was dark, damp, and earthy. It looked similar to... wait...

"Are we in the Labyrinth?" Percy asked.

"The Labyrinth doesn't exist anymore," Nico reminded him.

"I know, but it looks exactly the same."

Lou lowered her Greek Fire to a spot on the wall. "Percy's right. Look." Δ was etched into the dirt.

"It's not the Labyrinth," Nico insisted. "Daedalus still does that as a joke. It's his calling card. Look hard enough, and you'll see it all over Asphestol and the Lines of Judgement. He builds for the Underworld now, that was his punishment for cheating death."

"But, what is it?" Thalia asked.

"Access line for Underworld servants. Hades discontinued its use because he didn't trust it. Too much like the Labyrinth."

"How'd you find it?" Will asked.

"I like to explore," Nico said. Rather suddenly, he grabbed Will's hand and kissed him. "Hi," he said. With as little warning, Nico dove and wrapped Percy in a hug. "Hi," he said again.

"Uh... Nico?" Percy asked. "Are you okay?"

"He lost his memory," Thalia explained. "Persephone-"

"She captured him," Alabaster growled. "She captured him and threw him in the River Mnemosyne."

"I'm better now," Nico promised. He released Percy, then grabbed Hestia. She patted him on the head as he hugged her. Percy met her eyes-she looked just as worried as he felt.

"I'd join too, but my hands are full," Blaise half-joked, adjusting Melinoe in his arms. "Speaking of, what are we going to do with her now?"

"Leave her here," Nico said. He released Hestia, then raised his hands to the opening above them. A jagged, black boulder grew over them. "Persephone won't know where to find this now. We'll come back for her when we need a bargaining chip. She doesn't get her daughter until we find out where the Artifacts are. Now, let's get going."

Blaise set her down. Alabaster took a few steps forward, then froze. His face went pale. "Why are there demon paths?"

Percy glanced over Alabaster's shoulder. A moving walkway chugged along, stretching into infinity.

"He tripped on one at LaGuardia," Blaise said with a smirk.

"Airplanes are death machines and airports are designed to kill you," Alabaster insisted.

"Would you rather I steal Charon's gondola and ferry us away from Persephone?" Nico asked dryly.

"No rivers!"

"You sure? Because I'm Venetian. Gondolas are in my D.N.A.."

Alabaster took a deep breath and stepped onto the moving walkway. "Please keep your hands inside the moving walkway. Walk slowly. Daedalus is not responsible for injuries," a cool female voice said. Alabaster jumped, and fell onto the conveyor belt, scraping up his calf.

"The big bad son of Hecate, everybody," Lou laughed. The rest of them joined the grunting Alabaster on the belt, drifting away from Melinoe and into the endless darkness.

_CHO_

After a dreamless sleep, Genevieve shook Cho awake. She pushed herself up. Her body ached after spending the night sleeping on dirt. "I thought grass was supposed to be soft," she murmured.

"I had a dream," Genevieve said. "Annabeth Chase is on her way to King's Cross Station." She threw a chocolate chip muffin at Cho. "Eat, but be quick. We have to go."

"Where did you get that?" Cho mumbled. She was still half asleep.

In response, Genevieve pointed to a dot on the horizon. "Small town's over there. We aren't far from London. They have a train station, and there's a direct line to King's leaving in an hour. So, like I said, be quick. We have to go."

Cho wiped the tiredness from her eyes and adjusted her clothes. She ran a hand through her choppy hair, brushing out any knots. Then, she unwrapped the muffin. "I'm ready. I'll eat and walk."

Genevieve didn't say a word until they were aboard the train. She seemed lost in her own thoughts. There was something wrong, Cho could tell. "Is everything okay?"

"No," Genevieve replied with a quivering voice. "I dreamed-my fiancé-she's dead. There was a riot after the Minister died, and she was still in town, waiting for me..."

Tears fell down Genevieve's cheeks. Cho put her arm around her shoulders and side-hugged her. Despite herself, that nasty little voice in her head returned.

You knew this would happen the day you met her. Now she's broken, like you were. Useless. Time's got her trapped now. You're free. This isn't your problem anymore.

"No," Cho said under her breath, replying to the voice. "Look at me," she told her friend. "It's okay to be upset."

"She was in Diagon Alley for me," Genevieve whispered. "I was the one who wanted to get married there..."

"This isn't your fault," Cho told her. "We're going to fight for her now, and make her death matter. Don't give up."

Genevieve hiccuped. "The truth is, I was getting cold feet. I was scared, caring about someone so much... now, I'm paying for it."

"Being vulnerable is okay. Even when it hurts... it's worth it. I think about Harry and Cedric and Marietta all the time. But I wouldn't give them up for the world. They made me who I am today." The train stopped at King's. Cho stood, and offered Genevieve her hand. "Let's find Annabeth."

"No need," Genevieve said. "Your friend is there." Cho stepped off the platform and, sure enough, Annabeth was in the grand hall, seemingly waiting for her. Rather unusually, the station was empty except for the three of them.

"Let's get going, then," Cho said.

Genevieve shook her head. "My journey ends here, Cho Chang."

Cho knit her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"You've passed every test. You're ready now."

"Test? Genevieve, I don't understand!"

She only smiled and put her hand on Cho's shoulder. "I came to protect you, follower of Hecate, but you need no protection anymore. Remember what you've learned, and the Fates will guide you to your fortune."

"What-"

"Shut your eyes and look away," Genevieve said. Cho hesitated. What did she mean?

She mentioned tests. What if this is a test?

So, Cho looked away. She felt raw energy so powerful that she blacked out. When she woke, Annabeth stood over her, shaking her awake. "Cho?! What are you doing here?! Who was that?!"

"I came to find you," Cho croaked. "And that was my friend, Genevieve. She's a witch, but..."

Annabeth shook her head. Her gray eyes were stormy. "That was no witch. I felt her power too. She revealed her true form."

"True form?" Cho asked. "You mean... she was a god?"

"Not just a god," Annabeth said. "Cho, that was an Olympian."

END NOTES

So, Teddy Lupin is finally explained. That was my original intent, but I never found a place to put it in "the Coming of Nico di Angelo." Alabaster basically had his backstory confiscated and not returned in the first one. Which was sad, because I really like this character, in this fic and in the canon "Son of Magic."

TRANSLATIONS:
Sei qui per giocare con me? [Are you here to play with me?]
Non mi sento bene. Voglio andare a casa... Dov'è Papà? [I don't feel good. I want to go home. Where's Papà?]
Non capisco. Voglio andare a casa." [I don't understand. I want to go home.]
La casa stava tremando. Faceva caldo, molto caldo. Papà mi ha salvato. Poi eravamo in questo hotel e me ne sono dimenticato. Poi un castello, mi hanno urlato, ma Bianca mi ha tenuto al sicuro. Ora è morta. E io sono... io sono... [The house was shaking. It was hot, very hot. Daddy saved me. Then we were at this hotel and I forgot about it. Then a castle, they screamed at me, but Bianca kept me safe. Now she's dead. And I'm... I'm...]
Pensi che mi fermerà?! [Do you think that will stop me?!]

SOURCES:
Theoi /NympheLeuke
Wikipedia /Leuce_(mythology)

This week's beta commentary:
STORY: the old west aesthetic
OLI: just found out there's a genre of western films called Spaghetti Westerns cuz they were directed/produced by Italians
LISSY: WHAT THAT IS THE BEST NAME EVER

Credits:
Melody Rose - Author (Tumblr melody0rose)
Oli - Beta Reader (Tumblr paradoxicalpsychic)
Suhalia - Beta Reader (Archive Of Our Own users/milkandtahoney/)

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