Hey! This isn't really a story sorry, but it's more a collection of letters. As the title would suggest, these are a collection of letters to a girl named Mira Green. She's an OC, actually, so I hope she doesn't exist otherwise, sorry! But anyway, the girl's name is Mira Green, and in the story, she writes to everyone. This first one is a sort of intro, and it's to the one and only Clovis from the Hypnos cabin. He's a canon character. We meet him in The Lost Hero, remember? Anyway, Mira Green is hard to explain. She writes to everyone in camp, new and old, and now, she's writing to new camper Clovis.

This is still a PJO fanfic, but it stems off an idea I had writing a one-shot for the writing forum Camp Jupiter, and then I went on with the idea because for some reason, I liked the letter from Mira Green. Even though she was just a weird person who Clovis corresponded with. Anyway, Randy, who is also mentioned here, is an OC, unless I'm wrong, and then he's a canon, but I don't think he is. He's also a son of Hypnos.

So anyway, here's the story letter thing I guess, I don't really know if any of you want to read it, but I write on FF for me, not for you guys, so if I want to make up 'Mira Green' and have her write letters, I will make up Mira Green and have her write letters.

Which Mira Green is doing.

Here it is.

Dear Mira Green, July 19
I was surprised to get this letter. I don't really know who you are.
People at Camp have told me that you're somewhat of an eccentricity.
I don't know what to believe.
How did you even know who I am?
I only arrived at Camp a few days ago, and the letter already came. Are you a goddess?
That would be odd, if I was writing to a goddess.
I have to believe something, however.
They tell me your name is Mira Alycia Green. That you write to everyone new, and everyone old.
I think it's kind of odd.
Your letter to me was addressed with my name. How did you know it?
I could've been spied on.
Maybe it's all a dream. I'll tell you my name, though.
I hope you know it, but I think you might need it.
My name's Clovis. I don't have a last name. It's just Clovis, Mira Green.
I happen to think your name is rather pretty. If my name was pretty, I'd be happier.
Though I'm a guy so my name prettiness isn't really a top priority.
I wonder if we'll write again. Camp activities start now. I'm going.
They aren't as fun as talking to you, though. Even through writing a letter.
I hope to write you again,
Clovis

A girl called Miracle Alycia Green checked her mailbox. She pulled out a letter, sealed the old way and everything, and a smile spread across her face. Mister Clovis had written back.

Dear Mister Clovis, July 24
I send a letter to everyone. I don't know who you are either, but in a strange world, where's the harm?
People at Camp have told me that you arrived about one week ago for me.
I think it's rather nice.
How did you get the letter anyway?
I talk to a lot of people at Camp, went there myself. I'm a demigod, not a goddess. Demeter.
Luckily for you, you're only writing to Mira Alycia Green.
I just gave you something to believe.
Yeah. Mira Alycia Green. And I do. Write to everyone. Letters, only.
I think it's kind of funny how people react.
The name I got, Mister Clovis, was from your cabinmate Randy. I wrote to him too.
I promise I didn't spy.
This is definitely a dream, in fact, it's reality. That made no sense, did it?
I do know your name, already. Mister Clovis, is it not?
My name's Mira. Mira Alycia Green, Mister Clovis.
I happen to think your name is rather nice. Not pretty, but nice.
Though I'm a girl, so I tend to think stuff like that, and name prettiness sort of helps.
I do think we'll write again. I hope so. I'm sending this letter now.
That's the best part.
I hope you write me again,
Mira Green

A boy named Clovis was handed a letter at breakfast the next morning, bleary eyed. He'd recently been sorted into the Hypnos cabin. The letter was sealed with red wax and addressed to 'Mister Clovis'.

Dear Mira Green, July 29
I could never send letters to everyone. I'm rather sleepy. Not now, but in general.
People at Camp have determined me to be the son of Hypnos, you know.
I think it's kind of a letdown. There's kids of the Big Three, and then there's the sons of Hypnos.
I haven't talked to many at Camp, in fact, I've been sleeping.
Luckily for myself, no one really cares. The Hypnos cabin is very homely.
I don't think I'm ever really awake.
Why do you write letters to everyone? Aren't some of them rather rude?
I don't think I'd have the nerve.
Randy's a nice guy. He gave me the letter, actually. Last time and today.
I don't really think you spied.
That was confusing, but I think this is reality…maybe? I like dreams better.
I know your name too now.
And you know mine.
I think you must be mistaken. Clovis? Really? Mira Alycia is beautiful.
Though I'm a guy…what do I know, really?
I hope you write me again and I think you will.
Goodbye.
I hope you write quick,
Clovis

The girl named Mira Green smiled at the postman, and he was charmed and left. She opened a letter, sealed with bloodred wax, addressed to her.

Dear Mister Clovis, August 3
I find letters therapeutic. Better than modern emails.
As I told you…Demeter. You have a fun writing style of letters. I like it. Mine varies on the person.
I think Hypnos is one of those important but underappreciated gods. I like him.
Don't worry about it, honestly.
I don't talk, I write. Maybe we'll meet in person. Then we can talk.
Luckily for you, I don't care either. Demeter's cabin is a greenhouse.
I don't think reality is that great, to be honest. Dreaming vs wakefulness, I choose dreaming.
Writing letters is my way of letting off steam.
I think we all have nerve…if we use it.
Randy was my first correspondent, you know. A friend of sorts, that I never met.
I hope you don't think I spied. That's rather rude.
Oddly enough I don't remember what I said.I would thank you except in writing, it's never quite the way you want it to be with thank you's.
Guys know enough. I have dance with a guy, right now.
I hope you write fast,
Mira Green

A boy named Clovis was more alert when a letter from Mira Green was placed in his hand, and Randy, his cabinmate, snickered at his face. "You like her!" Clovis denied it, but blushed. Randy clucked his tongue. "That's dangerous, Mister Clovis."

"What do you mean? It's not like it will go anywhere. She lives somewhere and doesn't live at Camp." But the son of Hypnos named Randy Randolph only smiled, like he knew something his half brother didn't.

"Mira Green? You think no one's ever had a letter written to them by her before? There's something romantic about the letters from Mira Green, Clovis, and that's because she's a daughter of a son of Aphrodite. She'll visit Camp and she'll pull you in with her pretty eyes and her shiny smile, and she'll stay for a few days and you'll think it's great, and then she'll leave and you'll fall into a pit of depression, and a few weeks later, another letter will come in her perfect neat handwriting and you'll be intoxicated again. And it'll keep happening." And Randy Randolph spoke as if the same thing had happened to him, and it wasn't hard to tell that it had, that the girl named Mira Green with the 'pretty eyes' and a 'shiny smile', had done it to him, whether she meant to or not.

"You're kidding. Mira doesn't do that." And Clovis was convinced that this was true. Because he'd never met a girl named Mira Green, and he didn't know about the girl with pretty eyes and a shiny smile, and he'd never know her.

Not really.

The boy named Randy tried to help his half-brother, who was already in the spell, and opened his letter, and a few minutes later, was writing back to the elusive, mysterious Mira Alycia Green.

Dear Mira Green, August 8
I have found that writing letters to you is therapeutic. If that's not too weird.
Demeter is a fun goddess. Plants and all.
I have the strangest thing to tell you. My brother Randy? He said you were…baiting me?
Not quite sure what he meant.
I just know he said that you were going to make me fall in love with you.
With 'pretty eyes' and a 'shiny smile'.
I kind of think he's bonkers.
Maybe we could meet in person. I think that would be nice.
I do have a question for you, though, Mira Green.
Randy- is he right? Are you doing that?
I don't think so…but I don't really know about girls. But I don't believe him, you know.
Probably, he's just jealous or something.
I hope he's wrong. I like the letters. They're fun. He says your dad's a son of Aphrodite.
That's true, isn't it? I can kind of tell.
I have to go about now.
Randy and I, the only kids in the cabin, have archery.
I think I'll probably fall asleep.
But maybe I won't this time.
I had fun writing to you,
Clovis

A girl named Mira Green opened up the latest letter from Mister Clovis. Was surprised by the contents.

Dear Mister Clovis, August 12
I will be honest.
To put it frankly, I probably do entice boys. It's not on purpose, but I probably do.
I wonder where that came from with Randy. Perhaps he likes me.
And I'm not sure what he meant either.
I think it's kind of funny.
So now, I have 'pretty eyes'? And a 'shiny smile'? That's hilarious.
I rather think that Randy's bonkers too.
Meeting in person would be tricky. I move sometimes. Not a lot, but I do.
I have many answers to many questions, but I'll do my best to answer correctly.
Randy is odd. I'm going to say that no, he isn't right, as I'm not trying to bait you.
I don't think so either, and, as a girl, I do know. I'm glad you don't believe him.
He could be jealous, I guess. Strange though. Randy's a friend of mine. A good one.
I think he's wrong.
My dad is the son of Aphrodite. His name is Lawrence Green.
I have to go I have dance again. My teacher's amazing.
There aren't many students, sadly.
I think falling asleep would be nice about now. It's only 4 PM.
But I can't, I have dance.
I'll wait for the next letter,
Mira Green

The boy named Clovis sat at his desk again, writing another letter to a girl he'd never met before, and a girl he found too interesting to refuse.

On the other side of the U.S.A., a girl named Mira Green opened her mailbox after dance class and saw nothing but Joann coupons and newsletters for Costco.

A jealous boy named Randy Randolph envied his brother and the letters from Mira Green. He retrieved the mail. The only letter he had gotten was from his mother in Brooklyn. And she didn't have half as must charm to him, but he was a boy and his mother his mother, and this was a girl with pretty eyes and a shiny smile.

So that was the first set of letters from Dear Mira Green. Leave a review if you like it. I don't know when I'll post another one, Mira's kind of busy at the moment and doesn't have much time for letters. But I probably will around early July, so look for that if you liked this.