Hey! This time, we're going to use Zoë Nightshade. Otherwise known as the Huntress constellation. Anyways, so, last chapter, I included a little easter egg from my finished story Mortal Friendships. I feel like I should tell you what it is, so I'm going to do that right here, right now.

Chapter thirteen of my story is entitled, 'Mr. Castellan and the Glowstick Incident'. Don't ask me why, I was almost six months younger at the time. Luke comes into Percy and Annabeth's Greek class under the guise of being a teacher, Percy and Annabeth fight, read Mortal Friendships for details. I needed a reason for Luke to be in San Francisco to see Mira, so I just tied that in there.

It isn't really a big Easter egg, I just decided to use it anyways.

And ThatGirlWithaCat found it. She won the one-shot. Woohoo.

So. Reviews.

IamRick: Well, hello Rick. I'm not going to tell you who Mira Green is, that's why you read. Thanks!

Hammmmmm: The loss of a twin is a hard thing to cope with. I tried to get Pollux's words as authentic as possible. I dunno if I really succeeded. Thanks!

Flying monkeys: ...Drew is being drew, or drew is being Drew, that is the question. ...I'm pretty sure that's like Taylor Swift or something? Thanks!

Magic beans: Um, I guess so. I don't really know. Really? Like Thalia? Maybe. Thanks!

Lunatic Oracles: ...is this to say that Rachel is a lunatic? I...don't know why Manhattan was named what it is.

Holyheckmacabre: You do have a...very interesting username. Yes. The chapter is..a little dark and morbid, I guess. I don't write fluff. Or rather I do, but not really.
You're a guest. It's pretty hard to follow stories unless you have an account.

I'm pretty sure all you guest reviews are the same person. You could just use one name XD

Multi fandom geekerello: Hi Adam! Leighton Greene is Mira's father's name. If you're wondering why his last name is Greene, and Mira's name is Green, and there's an 'e' at the end of Green for him, well, unless you can piece together some letter clues, you won't know the answer until Mira's last letter. But anyway that is who Leighton is.
You should read Mortal Friendships tho. It's my baby. :/
Mira could never change her name to Natalie. Won't tell you why...but she couldn't. Though Natalie Green does sound nice. Natalie Greene? *shrug* IDK. She's going to stay Mira Green, though. Also, son of a biscuit? That's right, your swearing thing. Well, I like creative...insults, I suppose.
Charisma is nice. It's also a nice name.
Yup. A poor schmuck. Is there a problem?
Thank you.
Pumpkin ice cream...IDK. I mean, pumpkin pie is nice, but Mitchell's has really weird but good ice cream flavor combinations, like avocado...which I will never eat.
I might eat pumpkin ice cream. We'll see. I've never tried.

ThatGirlWithaCat: It is true that Chris Rodriguez doesn't even die, and I wasn't really able to relate to him much at all. And I'm pretty sure that by the time Beckendorf died, Ellie, that Chris had been cured and was dating Clarisse and stuff, so I don't think that part really makes sense.
I will keep in mind the whole 'writing to a pirate' thing. It's true. Ethan does have an eyepatch and he works for the enemy, and Luke does have the boat and he...steals stuff. I don't know why you'd want me to write to Chrysaor, which keeps autocorrecting to Chrysler, but I digress.
Yes. You found the Easter egg. Your one-shot will...probably arrive soon, I have other things to write but I'll do it ASAP...however long that is. Yes. I know what you want there to be there. You told me. Insistently. *eye rolls*
Thank you. I also happen to think it's a nice ending, though I don't know if it's really any good.
Yes. Through letters would not work. It's also an opportunity to showcase Mira's...not so great...social skills in person. And yes. Mitchell's is a great place. The flavors are perhaps a little unorthodox but it's nice. But yes. I make connections...
I make long A/Ns for long reviews, okay? This is your fault too!

ThatGirlWithaCat's second review: Yes, yes you did forget to review this chapter, which made me sad. :/ but you did now, so that's good. Don't have a heart attack! Also, ...that's how you roll? Oh no, modern...weird...phrases. Well, she was only twelve in the year that she wrote Ethan Nakamura that letter, so remember that the timelines are mixed and jumbled. So that's why, yes. Yes. You're also crazy. We know that I'm crazy too...funsies!
Good grammar and spelling are sometimes abnormally hard to find...:/ that much I agree on. Thank you, for my three points for grammar and spelling...and to think I don't even ask for grades on my sets of letters and A/Ns.
I also like the ending. Because yes. Mira wasn't sure if he had died, but he was dead, and soooo there ya go. But I like jolts. Except you know, not bad ones, because bad ones are bad, and blah blah blah. And really. Really.
We're talking about the lengths of my Author's Notes now? That really isn't very nice. Do you want actual nice responses or do you want responses like that one that Adam gave you once. Remember? It was like four words long and you pitched a fit. Anyway, the chapter wasn't 1911 words long the last time I checked. They're always at least 2000. That's what I do, so I don't know what sort of word count you did or whatever. So really. Check your work.
Also, I'm 'Nys' now? I mean...it's better than other things you could do that I will not mention lest you actually do use them.
Oh, whatever.
Goodbye.

Anyway. The wonderful Zoë Nightshade. Making sure I use those two dots is going to be annoying! I'm also going to try to speak Shakespearean for Zoë and maybe Mira, so...bear with me.

Dear Mira Green, from Nightshade Flower:

Dear Mira Green, May 5
Me thinks thought ought not to be writing letters to those thou does not know.
Thy letter-writing practice is one thou shalt not follow without repercussions.
However, thy calligraphy is rather nice, perhaps thou is not quite so bad after all.
Zoë Nightshade

Zoë Nightshade didn't agree with this girl, this Mira Green, and her perceptions of what was socially acceptable. However, the name of Mira Green was faintly familiar...like she'd heard it whispered, once upon a time. Whether she had, though, Zoë Nightshade wasn't sure, and so she penned the letter rather hurriedly and gave it to a rogue wind sprite to give to the girl named Mira Green- Miracle Alycia Green, said the letter.

Mira smiled slightly as she read Zoë Nightshade's response, the lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis- of the Hunt- was just a bit prickly and much too Shakespearean. Shouldn't you keep up with language if you were going to live for many, many years? It's what she did through her own years.

Dear Nightshade Flower, May 8
Hello to you too, Miss Zoë Nightshade. Did you forget me so soon? It's been a long time, I know, at least- for people who aren't immortal. For a Hunter, it's passed quite quickly.
A little refresher, Zoë. We've known each other a while, my name is Miracle or rather Mira, and we are sisters.
Through the Hunt that is.
Thank you. I do work on my handwriting.
Mira Green

Again, she smiled. How quickly Zoë Nightshade- Nightshade Flower- had forgotten her... perhaps one day she would be fully forgotten. The Hunt was quick to forget at times, she knew. Somehow, you took it for granted until you were the one that lay forgotten. A meaningless piece of history, with no real significance.

Dear Mira Green, May 16
If thy words are truth, then nay, I do not recall thy name nor face, not truly. Should thou be telling truths, milady Artemis shall confirm.
I remember all my sisters, from Amarantha who was slain by Robert III of Scotland, to Elaina who abandoned her Hunters' vow for a mere mortal man. Thy words, however, call forth no memory. Had thou remained in the Hunt, thy face I might recall.
It shows.
Zoë Nightshade

This time, the smile was saddened by the weight of quickly fading time, for if Zoë didn't remember no one else would.

Zoë furrowed her brow in confusion, wincing for a slight moment, before reaching up, glancing to make sure she was alone, before gently lifting the silver circlet off her head and staring at it for a moment in a mix of nostalgia and sorrow.

Giving up a normal life for this honor was one of the biggest choices she ever made, and often she said it was the best. With fading memories, though, she wasn't so sure. She'd never forgotten someone before, but she had been forgotten. It wasn't a great feeling, and if this girl was telling the truth,

Dear Nightshade Flower, May 21
It's funny. You take for granted that you would be remembered, until you start to realize you're being forgotten, and by then it's too late.
Well, do me a favor and remember one more. Her name is Mira Alycia Green. Really it's Miracle Alycia Green, and once upon a time you two were sisters...and you still are, in her mind. She split off from the rest of the Hunt a while ago and went to California for Lady Artemis. Before she did, you were her best friend, more than that even. She called you Nightshade Flower and you called her Mita, and when she split off she promised to remember you.
Before she left, she made a million memories, and never thought you would forget about her, so she didn't write in the year. But then she did, and found she'd lost the only relationship so intangible that she could touch it, if that makes sense.
She won't write again.
Goodbye, Zoë Nightshade Flower.
Mira Green

Mira didn't look back. It had been one year against many, but one was all it took. Zoë had been her sister not only through the Hunt and through her heart had forgotten about her. She shook her head slowly. Had Lady Artemis not told her to leave she wouldn't have, for the one she had cared for most had forgotten she existed. She released the last letter into the air, the same yellowing envelope sealed with red wax and the letters MG, saying nothing as she watched it be carried away by an Aurae with an almost numb sort of expression. There was no return address on the last letter- one that she had always left, and this time, no letters would get to her from Zoë Nightshade.

Miracle Alycia Green was in the mountain range of High Tauern by the time the letter arrived at the Hunters of Artemis' latest encampment.

Dear Mira Green, May 24
I'm sorry.
Zoë Nightshade

It never got to her.

It may have been a few months afterwards, it might have been a few years, but however long it had been, there was now a girl in the Underworld. She wore a silver circlet, she had dark hair and dark eyes, and most importantly, she was dead. She seemed to have a freshness that showed she hadn't been dead very long, and had the glow of one in the Fields of Elysium, and she still had the silver aura of a Huntress, and the cold, proud look on her face hadn't dimmed from when she had been alive and well. There was no sign of the wounds that had killed her, but no one knew to ask. To them, the girl who reminded them faintly of the Hesperides, the one with the Hunters' aura, the one in Elysium, was just another lonely shade just like the rest of them were. They'd forget they ever saw her soon enough, and she'd forget she ever saw them.

The girl's name was Zoë Nightshade, and she stood between two pools of water, one of the River Lethe, and one the pool of Mnemosyne, staring at both, hesitant. Forgetfulness and Memory, she knew, well, she'd already forgotten enough. By the time she had died in the battle on Mount Tam, Zoë had been wondering about the forgotten memories for a while, or at least she now thought it was a while. She'd been immortal before, but now she was really immortal. She'd be forever here, as a shade. At least she wasn't robbed of her memories of life.

The girl drank from the pool of Memory, sitting, cross legged, between the two pools as memories blossomed from the depths of her age-old mind.

She remembered.

I'm sorry, was the only thing she could think. I served Lady Artemis well, Mira, but I couldn't serve you.