Sorry this is gonna be a long A/N

Hello everyone, I have returned(hopefully with a more consistent schedule). If you read my author's note you know I've been feeling like shit but thanks to a few things from some friends and family and one really big kick in the ass from a friend I'm doing alright again and I'm ready to write a chapter.

Also to respond to a review,

GenericPjoName:

The grammar is abhorrent. Lack of punctuation, capitalization, run-on sentences, an aversion to using periods, etc.

In response:

Well, I was going to write a rude paragraph questioning who asked you and why you felt the need to berate others to make the pain of having a tiny microcephalic penis go away. Instead, I shall simply say yes, you are correct. I do tend to write with awkward grammar mainly because of the way I hear the English language. While I'm barely able to read or write greek anymore it was still my first language. When I moved to Canada I obviously didn't understand the language. Once I started to, I noticed grammar concepts didn't quite match with what I was hearing. People tend to speak in run-on sentences or skip pauses that would be considered periods in writing. Because of those things, I find it hard to write the way that's intended instead of the way I hear people speak because speaking and listening is the way I learned English, not reading and writing. Anyways that was my 2 cents. Though I will also admit I don't read over my writing very well and instead tend to just throw it into websites like Grammarly and such, and since this is a fanfic I care more about expressing my idea than perfect writing, I guess that's my 3 cents now? I don't know, It's a weird saying.

Also, I don't say this enough but thank you all for the reviews and favs and follows. I'm now realizing that I mostly speak on the negative reviews but I don't pay as much attention to the positive ones. So, to simply state my gratitude. Thank you, It really is kind of you to take just that moment of your day to tell me you enjoy what I'm writing.

One last thing. I changed up the ending of the last chapter as it felt a bit rushed. It still feels a bit rushed but I figured you would rather have a new chapter first than fixed chapters after... (especially chapter 1 cuz wow that was bad writing).

Anyways this has been a 450 -word A/N so enough about me onto the chapter

Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing, Percy Jackson is owned by Rick Riordan


Percy POV

It was currently The middle of December and there was a noticeable crispness to the air. We were in the southeast of the US so there was a lack of snow but it had definitely gotten colder. The hunt had been drifting around somewhat aimlessly picking off monsters here and there. It was around mid-day when Artemis arrived at the campsite and asked me to gather all of the hunters. Once I had gathered them all by the fire pit she spoke. "I have received word from Zeus that there has been a group of monsters terrorizing an area near Long Island. Since this is so close to the demigod camp we have been asked to take care of these monsters and make sure they aren't scouting to set up an attack," she explained.

The hunters, including myself, groaned at the idea of helping out the camp. While my ideas of the camp had been biased since they were influenced by someone I could only call a radicalist, the hunters also shared the same views meaning so far the camp seemed to suck. after a small amount more whining from the hunters, we set about packing up camp and making our way to Long Island.

The trip would take about a day driving for normal people however when you're with the hunt running at inhuman speeds was just kind of a thing you learned to do. I was lucky for the Foundations training so that I could actually keep up. We finished packing up our stuff into special bags that made everything inside them weigh no more than 40 pounds which while somewhat heavy, you got used to; or in my case you had carried much more before and at a much younger age.

It took 25 minutes for the entire camp to be packed up into the backpacks, then we were on our way to Long Island. Since the hunt had grown more fond of me they didn't require I carry four bags anymore however as a good way to stay in shape I still carried three bags. Thanks to the extra weight my movement had become explosively quick and running long distances a breeze. We set off from our camp location at around 10 am and as we ran a comfortable silence fell over us. I started to think about the little less than a year and a half I had spent with the hunters and how I really thought of them.


Flashback

About 1 week before the beating incident.

Daily life with the hunters was tiring. The endless not-so harmless pranks, combined with the cold attitude and towering mound of chores he had to do each day would have driven most people insane. However he was already somewhat insane, so that was fine. I was sure at this point that the only reason I hadn't been kicked out was that I was a great punching bag on top of being a good butler. Not to mention all of the hunters loved my cooking.

The lieutenant, Zoë, especially hated me. She spent every moment she could trying to make my life hell. Although I no longer felt emotion whenever we had campfires at night and Zoë made everyone go quiet before just looking at me. I normally just sang and tried to ignore her. Whenever I was done she would always be looking away from me with a faraway expression. It always left me with an uneasy feeling in my chest.

Speaking of which the hunters had finished dinner and I had finished doing all my chores for the day so we would be having a campfire tonight. Yipee was the first sarcastic thought to come to mind. As the hunters gathered around the fire pit they worked on lighting it. Quickly a fire was burning and conversations between the hunters struck up. As per usual I attempted to leave only to catch a look from Zoë implying you'd better get your ass back here once you grabbed your things. Not wanting to deal with an angry huntress I did as I had interpreted. I grabbed my guitar from my tent and walked back to the campfire. I sat in the back and started to tune the guitar as I noticed it had gone slightly out of tune.

I finished with my tuning and played 2 chords before looking up and seeing everyone silent. 'wow I didn't even hear Zoë shushing them, my senses are getting too dull from all the chores'. I normally would just start playing the first song that came to mind, however, my mind was empty, so I asked for suggestions.

"Can you play, Not giving in, by tom walker?" asked Zoë rather quickly.

"How does that one start? I can't remember." I asked expecting her to tell me the starting lyrics.

I was in for a much more pleasant surprise. Zoë started singing the beginning of the song, and her voice was beautiful.

Take my hand

We can

find a place no one knows

And you can tell me where this goes

I started playing the guitar remembering how the song goes now.

And, oh, it's hard for you

You've got scars beneath your clothes

You didn't do this on your own

As I hold my hand out for you

You're too scared to let me in

And we end where we begin

When you gave away the love he gave you

You don't want a soul to save you

Yeah, I'll never stop, I'm not giving in

(No, no, no, no)

'Cause I'll climb the walls that slowly cage you

Break the chains that you can't break through

Yeah, I'll never stop, I'm not giving in

I'm not giving in

I'm not giving in

And don't pretend to understand

What it's like, stood in your shoes

But I would try them on for you

'Cause I hate to see you fade away

On the corner where you lay

Beggin' passers-by for change

When the daylight breaks before you

You're too scared to let it in

And we end where we begin

When you gave away the love we gave you

You don't mind, I sold, to save you

Yeah, I'll never stop, I'm not giving in

(No, no, no, no)

'Cause I'll climb the walls that slowly cage you

Break the chains that you can't break through

Yeah, I'll never stop

I'm not giving in

I'm not giving in

Now honestly, promise me, tell me the truth

You don't have to do what they're asking o' you

Get out of this place

Don't give them your grace, my dear

And no, no, don't let them treat you like one of their slaves

Promise you love just to steal it away

No, don't take that plane

Don't fall for this game, my dear

'Cause you gave away the love we gave you

You don't want a soul to save you

Yeah, I'll never stop, I'm not giving in

(No, no, no, no)

'Cause I'll climb the walls that slowly cage you

Break the chains that you can't break through

Yeah, I'll never stop, I'm not giving in

I'm not giving in

Not giving in

When I finished singing I looked up at Zoe. She had her eyes closed with steady breathing and a small smile dawing her features. I finally realized that to her my singing wasn't just a way to pass the time or to embarrass me. She, and many of the other hunters, truly enjoyed my singing. 'Wow, maybe I was a little denser than I thought.' I thought to myself.


Timeskip a week and a half after beating(still flashback)

Zoë POV

He isn't super fun to prank, since he always escaped quickly or evaded them and never seemed to care about being pranked. He's also weird and emotionless almost always. But, Percy had gone through what many of them had gone through. He had been hurt by a man, and as he always tells us, taught by a great woman to respect all women other than slut's. Because of that, he had actually been quite different from all other men during his time with the hunters. I used to think that he acted polite because he was scared. I quickly realized that despite who we are, the boy wasn't afraid, just genuinely polite. A boy who didn't fit into the typical categorizations of a man didn't sit well with me, it wasn't easy to accept. Despite my annoyance with him, he was at least a very good singer. When he had sung on his very first night here I was completely transfixed by his voice. I had almost thought of his incredible singing as an apology for being born to the lesser sex. After I had beat him and he had confessed to being abused, it was hard to think of it the same way. Percy Jackson was not a bad person. Strange, a little unfeeling, and rather distant, but he wasn't like most men.

I had told myself the night after my conversation with Percy in the infirmary tent that I would treat him better. Treating a man as something more than an animal was harder than I thought it to be. It was decently easy to correct myself after a few moments and try to be more polite, but I had thousands of years of habit built up to see and man and treat him like the filth he was.

The easiest way for me to overcome that was to make a fake business exchange with him. I told myself that I wouldn't be mean to him, so long as he sang for us. I could use that to trick myself into satisfying my old habits and satisfying my conscience. After a few weeks of treating him that way and tricking myself, I started to look at Percy a bit differently.

Percy happened to be a bit of a clutz from time to time. from tripping over tree roots to cutting himself while cooking all the way to accidentally shooting himself in the thigh with an arrow when he was trying to see if he was any better with a bow. I had found myself in the infirmary tent with him a few times as I was one of the better doctors out of the hunters. During those times we talked about random things and learned about each other. Finding out that he was 8 had been a massive fucking surprise.

I had been alive for a few thousand years and never in my life had I come across an 8-year old that was 5 foot 4 inches (162cm) tall with a model-like figure and a 6-pack, that just didn't happen. Nonetheless, that's what the boy looked like, and honestly, I'd almost be able to accept that as just him being a genetic freak plus from the way he described his training regiment his physique made sense; but his eyes were too different. Looking into his eyes was like staring into a 45-year-old war veteran's eyes. They were tough and analyzing, with a powerful gaze, no mere boy could have those eyes.


flashback

2 and a half weeks after the beating incident.

Artemis POV

My initial thoughts when I first saw the boy were to kill him, plain and simple. Maybe it was a bit of Zeus showing in me, but I thought the boy better dead. He was a man after all, a waste of space. I remember thinking over it once more with my thoughts sounding a little awkward and forced in my head. 'He'd be a better slave than a dead man' was what my mind had told me, and before I knew it I was agreeing with myself. I was not happy with my inner voice as I had had to live with a boy since that little escapade. To say I was surprised by the outcome was an undeniable understatement.

The boy had been quiet and reserved as well as polite while he was in our camp. Many of the hunters had bought in on a competition of trying to pull the worst pranks on him. One involved slathering him in honey and putting him next to a hungry brown bear. Time and time again I thought that the pranks would make him snap and he would try to harm one of the hunters. Once he tried that I could eradicate him with enough reason that despite loving his cooking he was better off dead.

Over a month, 2 surprises came my way. For one he hadn't snapped at my hunters or harmed them in any way despite their treatment of him. And he had actually slightly worked his way into the hunter's hearts. Between his food, music, and kindness, especially to my youngest huntress Emma. When the two of them were together they seemed like they had been inseparable since birth. While Percy wasn't great at Expressing his happiness, between himself and Tracy, they always made her happy and Percy always made her feel protected. To be honest it was quite cute. When Percy was around Emma was the only time he looked his own age.

I still remember Zoë telling us how old he actually was a week after the beating incident. To say I was shocked was an understatement yet again. It made me think about how little I truly knew about him.

I went walking through the forest to clear my head of all these thoughts about the mysterious boy. It was currently the late afternoon so everyone had time for themselves to do as they pleased. That being said I was surprised to hear the dull *twang* of a bowstring out in the forest. All of the hunters practiced on the archery range that we set up whenever we moved camp 'why would someone be practicing out here?' I asked myself.

My reflexes acted quickly as an arrow whizzed past my left ear. I tilted my head in the opposite direction and formed my bow in my hands; drawn back with an arrow notched. "WHO DARES FIRE AT ME? SHOW YOURSELF." I yelled out.

"I am very sorry milady but I have no control over where I fire my arrows." I heard a male voice call back.

'Perseus?' I thought to myself. I immediately delved into an. internal argument. 'He shot at you now you can go kill the boy' thought the man-hating side of me. 'He did shoot at me but he said he had no control over where he was firing' argued back the more curious and rational side of my brain.

After a small amount more internal debate, the curious side won after mentioning how Emma would feel after I killed her 'big brother'. I walked towards where his voice had emanated from and came across him bowing with his head to the floor. "what are you doing Perseus?" I asked.

"I was about to apologize milady." He replied.

"Why would you apologize if you had no control over where you were firing, was someone or something else not hindering you?" I asked in a dangerous tone.

"It is merely my lack of ability that hinders me milady." He said.

I looked around a bit to take in my surroundings for the first time. There was a large clearing with a target stuck to a tree a couple dozen feet away to the northeast, I had come from his south. "Since you are a boy I don't doubt that you lack ability, but being bad enough to miss a target in almost the complete opposite direction, I doubt that," I said angrily.

"I can prove it milady," he said quickly clearly not wishing to become an arrow porcupine at my hands. He stood back up and grabbed his bow. It was clearly a bit too big for him, but seeing as he wasn't too tall, it made sense. He took a deep breath and readied himself to shoot at the target. With his arrow drawn back, I took in his form. Legs a little too wide, his shoulders were too square with the target, he had his arms a little too low, and he had his fingers holding the arrow more than the bowstring. All in all his form was far from one of my hunters, but not bad enough to make him shoot almost backwards. He let go of the arrow and it shot straight... to his left... at about a 45-degree angle upwards... that didn't add up. He turned and looked at me before speaking, "I told you milady".

I spent the next 15 minutes forcing him to shoot again and again to see if I could work out what was wrong, but no matter how many times I saw it disobeyed the laws of physics. After those 15 minutes, I broke down laughing due to how incredibly bad of a shot this boy was. Then I spent the next 30 minutes trying to fix it. While I had fixed his form to be more correct his accuracy was just as terrible as at the start, so we both gave up.

"Milady, what were you doing out here anyway?" He asked.

"I just wanted to go for a walk and clear my head of some pestering thoughts," I explained.

"If you would care to continue walking I know a very peaceful spot nearby," he suggested.

"Very well then Perseus, lead the way," I said.

He started walking silently away and I followed behind him. We walked in comfortable silence for about a minute before he asked a question, "milady, what exactly did you need to clear your mind from if you don't mind me asking? I'm a pretty good listener if you would like to talk." He offered.

I thought about his offer for a moment. I could see him growing slightly nervous as I stayed silent. "Milady I'm sorry if I went too far there's no need to tell me any." I cut him off.

"No, it's alright. To be totally honest I was thinking about you" I said. 'Why are we telling him this?' Asked the man-hating side of my brain. 'I have no idea, I'm not in control' responded the logical side of my brain.

"Umm... I'm assuming those thoughts had to do with turning me into a jackalope or something right?" he asked.

"For a moment it was a thought but it was honestly irrational" I explained. We walked further into the forest and I explained why I was thinking about him. He understood and made sure to poke fun at me when I complimented him. The conversation slowly quieted down as we continued to the destination. I started to hear flowing water, and I noticed he picked up the pace ever so slightly.

"We're here," he said as he strolled over to what seemed to be a decently tall waterfall. The fall fell into a large basin that didn't seem to lead anywhere. The greenery in this area was very thick and made the entire area feel like an elven sanctuary.

"well, this place definitely is lovely" I admitted. He turned to me and I could see his normally stoic gaze soften for just a moment. He then walks over to the waterfall and sits down next to it, calmly taking in the scenery. I walked up next to him "I wish more places still looked like this, too many men are messing paradises like this up just for some money" I said angrily.

"I agree with you, though I do have to say not all men are as bad as you describe." He argued.

"Oh please, men are merely a scar on this planet. Men came along and decided to create war and greed. Men take satisfaction from hurting others especially young innocent women. Children of my idiot brother do it the most, they see women as tools or prizes that they can claim. My brother should be castrated at this poi" I was cut off by a harsh aura enveloping me from my right. I turned to look at Persues who seemed to be creating winds around him as the sky darkened slightly.

"It would do you well to be careful with your choice of words" He growled. I leaned away, and I realized I was truly scared of this boy. My pride overcame my fear though.

"Why should I do that boy?" I asked.

"My, brother was a child of Apollo. He was an incredible person who never did anything wrong. He treated women with respect, he was a far kinder person than me, he was more selfless than I was, more caring than I was, HE SHOULD HAVE LIVED, I...I should have died." He screamed at me.

He looked Incredibly small at that moment, like a newborn desperately needing love from its mother. Then, not a moment later he looked decades older than he was again. I looked into his eyes, the shifting greens and blues in a whirlwind of emotions, and all I could think was one thing. "It's not fair" 'why does he get eyes that beautiful.'

"What's not fair?" he asked after having calmed down again.

My face heated up as a blush plastered my cheeks. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. "I was looking at your eyes. They're very pretty and... well... I.. thought it was unfair I had boring silver when you had such wild eyes." I admitted.

I saw his always stoic face twitch into a smile for a moment. "Was that another compliment oh great man-hating goddess?" He asked.

"shut up!" I said blushing like an innocent schoolgirl. His mouth turned into a grin and my breath got caught in my lungs as his pearly white teeth were shown off. 'wait, I'm not falling for him, am I?'


End of flashbacks

We were running north to long Island. We were moving quite quickly and due to an ability Artemis had, we were covering ground much quicker. I didn't quite understand how it worked but I knew it made long runs shorter, it didn't make the runners faster. Nonetheless, we stopped to set up a makeshift camp just for the night as we couldn't make it there in one day. I cooked dinner which was reverse-seared venison steaks with a side of sweet potatoes and caesar salad. I had to admit I absolutely loved the self restocking fridge and pantry that Artemis had in the mess hall tent; it made my life way easier.

We had all gathered around the fire pit like most nights and the hunters started chatting away. I just sat there quietly thinking. I thought about the night that I really got my emotions back. It had been just like this night. All of us were sitting around the campfire and the hunters had decided to prank Artemis and Zoe because they had decided to give the rest of the hunt extra training. They ended up glueing them to the chairs they had left for them and then dumping confetti on the two of them. When the confetti had stopped falling all that was left was two pouting immortal girls covered in rainbow confetti and stuck to their seats. The sight had set me off laughing along with all of the hunters. After a few minutes, I looked down at Emma when I had felt her poke my leg. She looked at me in shock and wonder and I was kind of confused.

"you're smiling and laughing," she had exclaimed excitedly.

I'd felt the eyes of the entire hunt face me and I looked up at them a grin still adoring my face. "I'm... happy," I said with a shrug.

Artemis was the first to break out of the trance of actually seeing me with emotion as she had seen me smile once before at the waterfall. "Great, well I'm not happy so let me out!" she yelled at all of us. This had sent us into another fit of laughs and giggles.

I looked over at Artemis and Zoë and saw Artemis with her hands by her head pulling confetti out. An image flashed through my mind of Artemis holding... something, but she had an incredible amount of strain on her face.

I looked away trying to focus on the image to see what was happening again but it didn't work. I looked at Zoë and saw her pulling some confetti off her midsection. Suddenly my vision flashed and just as quickly as it appeared the image of her disappeared. I was sure I had seen her with a large spear through her chest though. What was going on?

I was shaken from my thoughts by the laughs of the hunters and people scrambling to find a camera to take a picture of Artemis and Zoë. With the dark images out of my mind, I was happy again.

That had been a great night and had let me grow much closer with my sisters. Now I wanted to protect all of them just as much as I wanted to protect Emma, well maybe a few of them I wanted to protect more than the others but mainly I wanted them all safe.

The night passed by calmly as we got ready for the rest of our journey the next day.


When we awoke we had a light breakfast and packed up the few things we had unpacked the night before. We continued on our way to the camp and I laughed at the sight of Emma riding on Pistos back and snuggling into his soft fur. They had travelled like that together a lot since Emma trusted Pistos more than any of the other wolves. The wolves had also accepted Pistos as a powerful fighter and ally and thought of him as a friend instead of a challenge which was perfect.

Finally, Pistos barked at me and pointed in a direction before barking 2 times signallings that the distance was kilometres instead of meters before barking 2 more times telling me that we were two kilometres away from the monsters camp and that it was to our northeast. I relayed this information to Artemis and as per usual she gave pistos a scratch behind the ear which he leaned into.

We trekked slowly in that direction waiting to see the group of monsters. When we came across a group of 8 cyclops and a handful of empousa all making their way in the direction of the camp. We stopped and looked to Artemis for a plan.

"Percy I want you to run ahead and see if there are any monsters further along or if it's just this group. Myself, Zoë and Phoebe will make our way to the front of the group and try to have them cluster up a bit. The rest of you will move around to both sides and fire in on them. Be careful with your shots as if you miss too much you'll be firing at your sisters. Emma stays with Luna (Hunter's wolf pack leader) She will protect you along with 2 other wolves. Percy, you can take Pistos with you as he's the only one who can keep up with you other than myself. Is everyone clear on the plan?"

I raised my hand which got me a 'really' look from Artemis, "yes Percy?" She questioned.

"I'm sorry I can't help but point out that you called a boy faster than your hunters. Is that right?" I asked with a large grin.

"Shut it Percy, at least we both know I'm gonna get more kills than you this time," said Phoebe snarkily.

"Oh shush Ms. third-best archer in the hunt," I said poking back at her.

"just be quiet both of you," She said with a small smile then looked at me "go already."

At that, I gave pistos a look of let's get going and we set off. As we got About 500 meters away from the big group of monsters Pistos started sniffing around for something. Suddenly he got into a ready stance and I felt why. Very heavy footsteps were heading towards us, almost like a bull running towards us, oh. About 200 meters away A massive half bull half man was sprinting towards us. Like any sane man, I did what you would naturally do in my situation... pull out a knife and throw it at the thing since it would be very hard to dodge. I was not a welcome sight when the knife made contact with his forehead and bounced off. 'oh... well then, maybe there wasn't enough force behind it, I mean he is pretty far away I thought to myself. Step number 2 in the logical thought process... pull out a gun and shoot it. Once again the bullet bounced off its forehead. Step number three in the logical thought process... FUCKING RUN. I whistled for Pistos to follow me and we made a mad dash to our left to try and use its momentum against it. It skids to a stop leaving hoof trails in the ground before turning to face us and running again I kept that in mind. He didn't seem to be great at turning so I'd be able to use that against him. I ran to a tree and whistled for Pistos to getaway. I started yelling and waving my arms so that the minotaur would run at the tree. I was currently standing on. Once it got close enough I jumped off the tree and attempted to kick the minotaur in the face as if I was clotheslining it. Something weird happened though, I was pushed upwards away from the beast almost like a wind barrier was protecting it(not Zeus). The beast shot through the tree and then skid to a stop before turning and running at me again. This time though since it was closer, I noticed it develop a thin barrier around its front once it built up speed. So that's why it deflected bullets, nothing could hurt it from the front once it picked up speed. It ran towards me again and I called for pistos from behind him to growl. The menacing sound emanating from behind the minotaur was enough to get it to stop and change direction. With a clear view of its back, I threw a knife directly into the back of its skull and the beast fell over with a heavy thud.

I smiled over to Pistos as his tail wagged happily. I walked towards the Minotaur to give it a look over and to make sure it was dead. I got near its head and pulled the knife out. The minotaur head shot towards me and it stuck one of its horn's into my left arm that I had used to block since I couldn't deploy my shield in time. I swung my right arm through its horn and broke it in half before pulling the sharp half out of my arm and Jamming it through the Minotaurs' eye socket and out the back of its skull, then a few more times for good measure. Slowly the beast crumbled into dust. 'And job all done, guess I should get back to the hunt... or not' I thought to myself. A group of teenagers appeared from the forest. There were 7 of them in all and they seemed to be roughly 16-18 years old.

An older-looking male spoke first. "Who are you, and where did you learn to fight?" he asked wearily gripping his spear tighter as I turned to look at him.

"My name is Percy, I learned how to fight from a group of demigods but I ran away because I didn't agree with their ideals" I explained.

They softened a bit at that answer. "Well, why don't you come with us back to Camp Half-Blood. That way you won't have to sleep out in the forest anymore, Hell maybe you'll be claimed and you can meet your siblings," he said smiling.

I made my decision quickly. I would go to CHB to see the place that the founders of the foundations had run away from. If it was really that bad, maybe I'd understand them some more. I wouldn't stay for too long though as I'd want to get back to the hunt. How would I tell them though? I turned around and saw a glint of silver hiding in the bushes. I gave her a wink and then turned back around to the campers. "Sure I'll go with you guys, at least to try it out," I said calmly.

"Awesome, Well you can follow us back." Said the oldest before walking away.


Time skip 20 min's

We had run most of the way back to the camp. Weird flickers passed through my vision of sections of the camp overrun by monsters with campers fighting against them. I ignored it and spotted a large blue building we were walking towards. 'The big house' I found myself thinking 'wait, why do I know that I found myself asking. I walked up to the front porch with the camper whose name I still didn't know and he knocked on the door. A few moments later a centaur stepped out from the door and looked at the camper and then quickly over to me. "Hello there child, you must be new here yes?" he asked. I looked at him for a second "Chiron?" I asked. He looked at me surprised before I saw hundreds of images flash through my mind as my eyes felt hot. I felt the world fade to black as I fell forwards.


And chapter complete. Took me a little bit longer than I wanted it to but I had to get my momentum going again. Nonetheless, the chap is done and I need to go to sleep cuz I have summer school physics tomorrow at fucking 8 am. Why do I take summer school courses? I know they make my school year much easier, but fuck I hate them.

Anyways hopefully I can get a chapter up next week or the week after (probably week after) and we can get this story moving again.

I hope you all have a lovely day, a pleasant evening, and a beautiful night.

See ya next time.