Hello! Thank you to some people who urged me to get off my butt and write some more of this, even though I didn't really want to at the time. Anyway, due to some...morbid and macabre input from some guy we'll call Adam. So anyway, this time we're going to use Ethan Nakamura because he said so. Anyway, reviews...this is gonna be long:

ThatGirlWithaCat: 9/10 isn't too bad.

ThatGirlWithaCat's Guest review: Again. 9/10 isn't too bad. I like this side of Rachel too, hence why she's here. And yeah. She has complex feelings. She's not one of those flat characters, at least I don't think so. And she is battling quite a few things. Percy ditched her to go save the world, her dad's pressuring her to go to some ladies' academy, the list goes on.
You could just say Mira instead of MAG, though I do believe you like her initials so I guess you won't. She could be part of Camp Jupiter, though, you know, she could also have had to attack Mount Olympus and all that jazz, so really you should work this one out for yourself. Remember Silena Beauregard. Spies are a very real thing. Also, why would Camp Jupiter be bad for Mira?
I don't know about the names, I just know Olivia's really popular.
Well, most people have an MBTI type, I just saw it on Pinterest or something. ISFP is artistic, anyways.
Idk, it's just what Riordan wiki says and I'm not going to go against the Riordan wiki on Lou Ellen's last name.
Yup. Apparently I make good ending lines?
#LilithIsAGrump

FemaleDemon: I fixed the error, okay. And yeah, I liked Rachel, I just wasn't sure if this was the Rachel it was supposed to be, and I liked their interactions.

*sigh*. Okay. This one will be LONG.

Multi fandom geekerello: Well, I suppose 'wow' is an adequate answer. Intricate character development? ...I was doing that? Well, thank you, I suppose. And yes. Mira was BASED on ME. And also- I'm an oyster? With a 'semi pretty shell'? ...I take offense. But pearls are nice. I visited a pearl farm once. It was interesting, they had a lot of weird stuff. Also a lot of pearls. Anyways, I am not just one thing, and neither is Mira.
Yes. Mira has some issues. She's a demigod, it's not THAT uncommon. I don't think you should hazard guesses, however, and I don't know what chiralism is.
GASP. YOU MADE A MISTAKE. IT'S NOT CHIRALISM, I THINK YOU ARE THINKING OF CHIMERISM. If you aren't, and you really are thinking of 'chiralism', well, tell me what it is.
Well, it really is sad when someone you're very close to dies- especially when it's an identical twin that you've had with you since birth and they're just- gone- and I don't think anyone would deal with that very well, even though I have not.
Mira and I are both an enneagram type four, we're very open and honest with ourselves. And by extension other people. Mira knows her flaws and accepts them (most of the time). And yes. She's quite original. She is after all an OC.
And yeah. The reason she likes writing is quite a valid one, it takes effort to seal wax and write a letter and send it off across the country. It's quite true that email takes only seconds.
Plot? What plot? When was there a plot?
...also, mature? Sure. I suppose. Yay me? Also, finely aged wine. Really. I like GrApE jUiCe. Or perhaps tea. Sun tea is nice, though it does have a bit of bacteria risks.
Yes. I love Mira's character too! Look at that, who would've thought!

Anyways, here we are now, with Ethan Nakamura.

Dear Mira Green, from Eyepatch Kid:

Dear Mira Green, March 20
Anyway, to start off, I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but I don't want any part of it.
And my name isn't Eyepatch Kid. It's Ethan Nakamura. NOT Eyepatch Kid. ETHAN.
Are you daft or something?
A lot of people are, it's nothing personal lady.
Anyway, I think you may have misaddressed your letter, judging on what it says, so, I'm gonna go, lady.
Ethan Nakamura

A smile played over Miracle Green's lips.

Dear Eyepatch Kid, March 22
Who said I was trying to pull anything? I wrote a letter enquiring about you, if I was trying to pull something the letter would be quite different.
Who said your name was Eyepatch Kid?
I like personal. It's better than impersonal. At least in my opinion, though I can't really take credit for anyone else's.
Actually, I didn't misaddress anything. So here's another letter.
Mira Green

Ethan Nakamura was none too pleased, after all, this weird crazy daft girl kept sending him letters asking about him and different things like that, and needless to say, he didn't like it very much. He'd have his revenge...as soon as he got out of this camp for Greek demigods who had forgotten all about Nemesis. His mother, goddess of revenge, and he was going to have the revenge too. For now, for the girl, he wasn't going to write her back for a while. Maybe a week.

Dear Mira Green, March 29
Well, besides the fact that I don't know you and out of the blue you send me a letter? That you're asking weird questions about me that I'm not sure I want to answer to the likes of you?
You said my name was Eyepatch Kid, you daft, crazy lady.
Well, I don't think personal is the best thing here, so I think I'm going to go. I hope you get checked into the nearest asylum, or at least go to see a psychiatrist from...Laguna Beach, California. You have a death wish. A war is coming, you'll be first on the list to die.
Stop writing to me!
Ethan Nakamura

Mira Green thought it was rather funny that he was so defensive. Eyepatch Kid really wasn't that bad. The things she could call him instead...but she wouldn't, she had some boundaries. And everyone had some sort of name, everyone she'd written a letter to, at least. He would have to live with it, or die with it. Hopefully, not the latter. No matter how annoying he was getting, she didn't want him to die.

Dear Eyepatch Kid, April 2
Okay, if you want to, blame me for asking some questions. Perhaps they are kinda weird, but I'm a weird person and that's final. Besides- just ask around Camp Half-Blood, and you'll see that it happens to everyone. I'm no threat unless I want to be...and I don't. Want to be.
Oh, that makes some sense. It's your special nickname now.
I'm not daft, just so ya know. At least- in my opinion.
Why would I do that? You're fun to talk to.
Mira Green

Ethan was not amused. This girl acted a bit like one of those fussy nymphs here- all uppity and teasing. She wasn't his big sister, she had no right to do this with him. The best medicine would just be to stop writing, but he had to- he needed to- beat this girl at her own game.

Dear Mira Green, April 12
Well, I do blame you for asking questions, you have no right to go around doing this, I don't even know who you are. In fact, you're probably Athena or some major god playing tricks and usual, acting high and mighty as all Olympians do, as if they're the biggest thing.
I don't want a special nickname, if you couldn't tell.
You seem pretty daft to me, if you can't realize that calling me 'Eyepatch Kid' is just a stupid thing to do.
I'm not. Leave me alone!
Ethan Nakamura

She was faintly amused by this. He thought she was Athena? The goddess of arts and crafts and wisdom? Well, she was sorry to prove him wrong, though, on second thought, maybe she wouldn't like to be Athena...she'd also detected the bitterness in his tone at his mention of the Olympians, which didn't bode too well for Olympus. After all- there was a war coming, in two years, she was pretty sure. She'd heard that, at least, though as a demigod not at Camp Half-Blood like Eyepatch- Ethan- was, she was a bit out of the loop at the moment. There was no Luke Castellan over here.

Dear Eyepatch Kid, April 15
That's true, I don't have the right, and yet you're still replying to my letters, which shows that some part of you likes that I've been writing them because he wants to be heard even if you've pushed it so far down it may never see the light of day. I swear on the River Styx that I'm not Athena. Why would I be? And also, I'm not a major or minor god, I'm a demigod. Daughter of Demeter, at least, that's what they say. I've never been entirely sure.
But special nicknames are so fun. Cute and sweet.
I assure you, I'm not daft, but this is fun and so...
...you keep writing back anyway.
Mira Green

Ethan Nakamura was shocked by what she was insinuating. Letters passed by and his indignation grew as he revealed more about himself to the girl named Mira Green than he had ever wanted to, though, he got things back from her. Things like she was a daughter of Demeter...though for that, he had to reveal that his mother was Nemesis, one of the many minor gods and goddesses without thrones, without cabins. Stuff that he already knew from the address on the envelope- that her name was Miracle Alycia Green, that she lived in Laguna Beach, stuff like the fact that she was twelve years old.

It was an interesting character study of a real person, one that he didn't really know.

As the letters progressed, he got the feeling that she was trying to help him along with something, or trying to stop him from doing that same something, only problem was Ethan didn't know what this something was, which made him rather annoyed, though of course he didn't really know if that something was an actual thing or just something he was imagining. He had to stop using the word something now.

In the end, it was all inevitable.

Ethan got the feeling that she knew it too, but she was going to help anyway, that she knew that she couldn't keep him away from the Labyrinth a few months after the letters began, and when he wrote about Percy Jackson, he knew from her response that it was what she was trying to prevent.

And Mira knew, too, that she couldn't help him away from his fate, but she was trying and that's what mattered, and she knew it when the last letter was sent off that maybe it would reach Ethan Nakamura- Eyepatch Kid- before the battle of Manhattan, that maybe he would read it, but that she wouldn't get a response back. She knew one more hero would be joining the ranks in the Underworld, the Fields of Elysium, on August 18th.

She just didn't expect it in the end, somehow.

She didn't expect the news, when she slipped in after sneaking away, to hear that Ethan Nakamura was dead.