Hey, I'm back! It's now July, which is my favorite month, so here's the next chapter. Just read the A/N here first.

So I decided to make Dear Mira Green a story of sorts, written through letters. It's not quite a story but more of a puzzle. A puzzle about an interesting, eccentric, pretty eyed girl named Mira Green who no one really knows but everyone likes to think about. It's not going to have a story format, so that might make it confusing, it's still going to just be Mira Green's letters, however, the letters will include bits and pieces of a story, and at the end, I hope you have enough pieces to put together the puzzle…if not, that will be a shame, because I may or may not say who she is at the end and I'm leaning towards not saying. I'm a very secretive person. You will just have to deal.

The letters are dated. However, even though Clovis and Mira wrote in July and August in the first chapter, and Pollux and Mira are writing in September, this did not happen the next month. You will find no years on the letters, however, and will have to use clues.

So, today I'm going to use for Mira's correspondent, Pollux. I'm going to use only minor characters because they don't get as much attention as others…so here we are. Pollux is the living son of Dionysus, whose twin brother Castor died in the Battle of the Labyrinth, so here we are.

ThatGirlWithaCat: Yes. That is not how these reviews work and we both know it. That's for the other people to do. To but it frankly, Mira is basically me putting on a mask…scratch that, she's just really me. I like her, though, her name is better than mine. All the misspellings you can get with mine show that.

Thanks!

FemaleDemon: I still don't like how you changed your username. Yes. I like Clovis, I feel like he's sort of underappreciated and it's rather sad. Of course, I may be a bit biased because in DoD one of my OC's is family of his. Anyways. I like Randy. He's rather jealous, and it's kind of funny. Mira Green writes to everyone, and there's no dates…really, she wrote to Pollux before Clovis, but I just wrote Clovis's letters first. The times are confusing, unfortunately for you :) .

WindGoddess: Thanks! However, Mira Alycia Green will have to stay a secret for a while…sorry! People will just have to deal.

SpecialDemiTitan: Thanks!

.Bibliomania: Thanks! And I will. :)

Okay, now that that is taken care of:

Dear Mira Green, From Pollux (Of Castor and Pollux)

Dear Mira Green, September 18
I was surprised when I was handed a letter. No one has ever really written to me before, and especially not a letter. Isn't it kind of old-fashioned?
Who are you anyway, and why are you writing to me? I know you aren't a regular at Camp, I'd have seen you before. Almost no one has seen you in the flesh, apparently. I asked around.
It's about the first time I've asked around since my brother Castor…passed. Since then, I've mostly stayed shut up in my room.
I don't know why I'm telling you this. I mean- you're a stranger. And Castor…this is personal. I should probably stop writing, huh? I don't know why you even wrote to me. No one's directly talked to me since the Battle. Why anyone would want to talk to me through an email- do they not have the guts? It's not like I'm a mental case or something.
But I don't want to talk about Castor…not now. Maybe not to you, no offense. But all I know is that your name is Mira Green, and that you write to everyone, and Katie Gardener says you're a lovely person but Randy Randolph says you're a temptress.
People have a lot of mixed opinions about you here, you know. Such as Michael Yew- he's says you're very eccentric, but his brother Lee Fletcher disagrees. He says you're broken.
You know, I think I'm a bit more inclined to listen to Randy. He's been helping me with dreamless sleep. But what reason would you have to tempt me?
I don't expect you to write back as I almost didn't myself. Though of course, you initiated this whole letter thing. It would be almost rude of you to not write back to me. Of course, I still don't understand why you would write this letter in the first place, wouldn't an email suffice?
Of course technology doesn't get used here at Camp, so maybe you're just smarter than I think you are.
Sincerely,
Pollux

A sad young man named Pollux mailed a letter to a girl named Mira Green in Laguna Beach, California.

A broken, eccentric, lovely, tempting girl named Mira Green opened it six days later.

Pollux, September 24
I like the old fashioned statement of letters. Writing it in pen and ink, sealing it with hot wax, and sending it off- it's a lovely gesture in my opinion. I don't use email for that same reason. A letter shows you've put thought into it- it's written in your own hand, and it's taken time to mail it- across the country in this case. An email takes only seconds to be sent and it's typewritten and done with a machine. It's never had an appeal for me.
As stated on the envelope, my name is Miracle Alycia Green…Mira Green, really. I don't use Miracle nor Alycia, though some have told me it's quite a pretty name. I've met some of you, but I don't come to Camp very often- I live in California. Laguna Beach, to be precise. I'm a daughter of…Demeter, I suppose, though I don't consider Demeter my mother. She was never around.
I was sorry to hear about Castor. I know it doesn't help much…it never helps when a loved one dies and people say sorry without meaning it, but for what it's worth, I am sorry. You don't have to believe me. Tear the paper into shreds if you must. You don't have to keep talking about him with me, and I won't push. It's not my place anyway. I never met Castor, and I wish I had. He sounds like he was a good person, a good brother.
Katie's a dear, isn't she? I rather like her. Randy was my first correspondent, though we've sort of fallen out of touch. He's a bit jealous, I suppose.
Mixed opinions are fine…I suppose I'm eccentric.
And I won't deny that I'm broken.
But I don't plan to tempt you.
I always write back. I keep people company…that's almost all of what I do. I don't have much else to do, but now I have to go. Dance class. I just started a week ago. My instructor's wonderful.
Sincerely,
Mira Green

A girl named Mira Green walked into her home in Laguna Beach five minutes early and gave the postman a letter, gave him a smile. Five minutes later, the girl with pretty eyes and a shiny smile walked back outside and started walking past a beach in the direction of a a bridge.

She knew how much a smile could do.

It had done a lot for her once.

Pollux, the son of Dionysus, received a letter with his cereal.

And yet it seemed half-empty. The letters on the page were written with an emptiness, in neat and pretty handwriting, and almost cold.

He read it anyways.

Dear Mira Green, September 29
Huh. I guess I never thought of it that way. Writing letters always seemed like it was a sort of chore for me. It's not like a chore now, though I'm not sure why that is. I'd never written a letter before anyway, so I'm not sure why I thought that. I guess I just didn't really understand letters. I didn't use email before, but that's because I'm a demigod, and, especially in New York, devices are treacherous.
I don't have a middle nor a last name. It was always Castor and Pollux. Now…it's just Pollux. I wonder how Castor feels alone in the underworld. Sad? Guilty? Lonely? Lost? Confused? He was my twin. Identical. We were meant to be together. We had the closest bond nature can provide.
It was cruel to sever it.
California? Isn't that somewhere…you aren't supposed to go? Annabeth Chase went to California once. She never liked it. It's a bad place. It's sad that you had to be there. Still there. I consider Dionysus my father, but I've known him, in a way, since I came to Camp. I guess Demeter only stays in New York. The Demeter cabin's met her a few times. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you've never met your mother. You did say she was never around. I'm sorry if that's true. Dionysus wasn't what I would say was a good father, but he was here.
I'm sorry that Demeter wasn't there for you. The gods should've been there for us, for everyone…and I know I shouldn't complain as I see my dad more often than any other child of a male god, but it would be nice if they were real fathers. Some kids that are children of female goddesses have good relationships with their kids. Or even people with bad fathers and good relationships with their moms, like Percy Jackson. That guy's lucky. I'm sorry if this is a touchy subject, but what's your relationship with your father?
Katie is very nice. Demeter and Dionysus kids get along well, but she's especially nice. Randy's kind of weird. I think Randy's probably jealous, and you seem eccentric to me. Broken, though? You don't come across as broken. Of course, we're demigods. Weren't we brought into the world to be broken? Wasn't that our purpose?
I don't know. I don't want to become as bitter as Luke. Luke Castellan. Did you ever write to him? I don't know why I'm curious. Luke was…well, he was everyone's friend. We were all shocked when he tried to kill Percy Jackson.
You're a nice person, you seem to be. Writing to everyone, friendly as can be. But I have to go. I swore I'd try to go to archery practice today.
Sincerely,
Pollux

Pollux, the son of Dionysus, mailed his letter two hours after he returned from archery practice no better and much worse than he had been before, and if you looked closely at the wax with which the letter was sealed, there was a slight impression of an S.O.S. But no one saw these things, Pollux thought. What was the harm?

Mira Alycia Green opened her mailbox a few days later, and started to write, running a thumb over the S.O.S., but saying nothing. Sometimes…something that was best.

Pollux, October 2
It was never a chore for me. I always thought it was fun…though in the beginning, the letters were really only to myself…or rather a version of me. The two sides just…wrote back and forth. Most people think it's odd- to say there's two people to you, but in my case, it's more than normal. I'm better than most.
I've never used emails either.
I have many names, too many. I have two undiscovered…and I don't know what they are myself. I've been trying to think of what they are since the age of eleven- three years ago- and I haven't.
I won't pretend to know how you felt with Castor…I'll never know now. It's over, anyways. I was always just Mira, Miracle, but there's always a story behind it. I'm sick of it. I wish I had never been just Mira.
It is cruel to sever twins.
California is where I was born. Cali, you could say. It's not dangerous for me, but it could be dangerous for you. I haven't ever met Demeter. I don't call her my mother for a reason. Demeter can't be there for me. The god rule. Leave the child. I have an okay relationship with my dad, but I don't want to discuss it.
Katie's my half-sister, and she's wonderful. But I am broken. There's much more to me than anyone realizes on their own.
I have dance, again. I'll write you again, Pollux. I promise.
Sincerely,
Mira Green.

There, my second chapter. This might be confusing to figure out, for the last letter, for some of you, so I'm sorry in advance…but it's a vital part.

If you have a specific character you think Mira should write to, put it in a review! Thanks!