Here I am again! This time, it's Michael Yew, son of Apollo. All these people die. It isn't good. I really need to have Mira write to living people, though at the time, they were living people, so really this is a 'moo point', as Joey Tribbiani would say. But he's not here right now, so you'll have to do with me using his phrases and stuff because Friends is the best.

Multi fandom geekerello: Look. We will not judge me about Malaysia. Malaysia took one of the best people I ever found away from me. It's not to say that I dislike Malaysia, I just tend to include it in a lot of personal things. However, Malaysia did not take Mira's family. That's the difference between us.
Yes. Paternal unit. Mira and Leighton Green(e) do not get along, remember?
Thank you. I...write a lot of sad stuff, I guess. But I don't really know. So, yeah. Anyway.
Thank you. Again.
Lena? It was one of the nicknames- she never calls them exactly their name- Mister Clovis, Pollux (Of Castor and Pollux), Nightshade Flower, Lena Beauregard...but I suppose it could reference the passing of the always noble Lena Burgess.
She may have, I guess.
Yes, she does, for a reason you will have to figure out...pretty simple, really. Though, I'm not sure if you will get it, we will see, we will see...
I can't tell you what exactly happened with the hunters. I referenced why in the chapter.
Chaotic and twirly, is a few words of a phrase spoken by Phoebe Buffay in Friends. She was talking to Monica Geller. First season. Some episode I don't remember. Anyways. Not Charybdis.
Sleep!

ThatGirlWithaCat: *sigh* Yes, yes it is. Anyway, on to the rest of the review. And also, I don't not like avocados I just don't...like them. Cause they taste weird and feel weird and stuff, so yeah. I don't really like avocados for those reasons. I just don't like them. For those reasons.
Why is his name Bayless? Does that mean he doesn't have his own bay? Because then my last name would also be Bayless, and a lot of people would be Bayless, and that would get real confusing. No offense to Rick Bayless of course. What sort of music stuff?
Mwah ha, it's not that big of an achievement ya know.
And it kinda does take a while to respond to a big response...so yeah. I do want to post the next chapter, once I can draw out this review and stuff for a long time so that I don't have to write more because I have stuff I need to do tomorrow too...damn.
Yeah...your theories are interesting, a lot are good, some are bad...
Oh well.

Dear Mira Green, from MY

Dear Mira Green, October 16
Excuse me, but I'm not exactly sure who you are.
From what Camp tells me, you're a bit of a tease.
Because of this, I'm not sure what I am to do here.
So I'm just going to send this letter, so, goodbye.
Michael Yew
P.S. Why do you call me MY? It sounds creepy.

Mira Green smiled at this. Creepy wasn't a word she hadn't heard before, but it was funny every time someone told her that what she had done was creepy, even though it may have been. She didn't really know, didn't really want to know...she was just her.

Dear MY, October 19
Well, you'll just have to find out then won't you?
I suppose a tease is something one might call me.
It's not intentional, however, just...a reflex, perhaps.
Well, when one sends a letter it's often to get a response.
I got the letter as you can tell, and now, in your words, goodbye.
Mira Green
P.S. It's your initials, correct, Michael Yew? Not creepy. Just different.

He frowned at this. Not creepy. Just different, she had said. She was something else entirely, from what he had heard, read, learned. An ex-Hunter, apparently, a daughter of Demeter but not like any of the others, an oddball who didn't stay at Camp and lived in California...the place no one went to. Even Annabeth Chase didn't like going to California, though that may have been because of when she had been kidnapped by a manticore almost a year ago...

Dear Mira Green, October 22
Unfortunately, for you at least, I shall have to ask you to stop writing.
I don't talk to random girls who send me letters out of the blue, I have standards.
Your reflexes seem rather harmful in comparison.
Don't send a response if you expect one.
Goodbye.
Michael Yew
P.S. While those are my initials, calling me MY sounds creepy. I am not yours and I never shall be.

Mira's smile only grew wider. It was so funny when people were prickly. Especially so when they were lonely. And Mira was lonely, perhaps that was why she was prickly at times. Of course, she got over her prickliness. Michael would too...probably.

Dear MY, October 24
You can ask, however, you may not get what you want. I have been told many times that I am annoying and rude, and that sums me up partially, and I'm fine with that, it doesn't annoy me.
I am quite the random girl, however, it wasn't out of the blue. I talk to everyone, old and new. That rhymes, you know. But I suppose you would know, being a son of Apollo. He's quite nice.
Only harmful to some.
Who said I expected one?
Mira Green
P.S. Who said you were?

Michael Yew was vexed by now. Why couldn't she leave him alone? Was it too much to ask that he just didn't want some random girl sending him letters every few days? Nevertheless, he wrote his reply. Just cutting her out wasn't very nice and he liked to think he was nice.

Dear Mira Green, October 27
Stop writing.
Michael Yew

Mira thought it funny. Of course, she thought a lot of things were funny, but this one was especially so. Why would you write back if you didn't want a response? That seemed futile to Mira. Just stop writing. Cold turkey. Some would disagree, say it cold...but Mira could be rather direct when she wasn't playing games, and she wasn't always playing games contrary to popular belief.

Dear MY, October 30
All Hallow's Eve.
Why write if you don't want a response?
Mira Green

Michael Yew had to stop for a moment at that one. Perhaps he wouldn't reply, but that would be rude. He was supposed to be a sunshine-y Apollo kid after all. This girl was on the opposite side of the coin- was being the operative word in his opinion- as an ex-Hunter. Unless she wasn't, but why would she lie? Though, he could see the reasons, well not really, that Mira Green would lie. Just for the fun of it, to be a tease. That seemed like something the girl might do.

Dear Mira Green, November 2
That was three days ago. Were you wishing me or something?
Because it's rude not to write. Stop writing. You've already said you're fine being rude.
Michael Yew

Mira grinned. Getting a rise out of him, apparently.

Dear MY, November 7
No, I was just stating that, on the day I wrote the letter, it was All Hallow's Eve and I thought you should know.
I'm fine being rude but misery needs company, Mr. Yew, and I am misery and I need company and I picked you. You should be flattered.
Mira Green

He stared at the page, perplexed. What did she mean by that? Misery? She was sad? Confused and contemplative, it took a long time for his reply to come.

Dear Mira Green, November 16
I would know by looking at the date your letter was addressed, I don't need reminders of what day it's the mortals' Halloween, Miss Greene.
So now misery is the justifiable reason to plague me with letters written in ink and sealed with sticky wax? Why should I be flattered by this annoying turn of events?
Michael Yew

Mira thought it was funny. He was so worried about being rude that he wouldn't stop writing back and yet was annoyed that she was writing back. There were only two options here.

Dear MY, November 20
Well, I thought I would be nice and let you know anyway, there are so few nice people in the world, and you don't appear to be one of them, you know. And it is not and never again will be Greene. It is Green and Green only. That should be clear, I'd hope, from all the letters. Can't you tell by looking at the name my letter was addressed?
Who said I was justifying, Mr. Yew?
Mira Green

The claws came out on that one. She was on edge already, and the 'Greene' thing just set it off further. She didn't like wasting her time and she was aware that was what she was doing with Michael Yew, and so she used some snark as well. She sent the letter without a second thought, didn't regret it, and closed off her heart the way she had done ever since last Winter, when she had heard...

Dear Mira Green, November 26
Look, I'm probably overreacting, but I don't know you're not a monster. You could be, you know, and strangers can be icky. Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood went to a woman's for a dinner and she was Medusa. Demigods ought to be more careful sometimes. And also, sorry? About the Greene thing? It was a spelling thing. Dyslexia and all...luckily, Annabeth Chase spellchecks for me. She's a lifesaver, honestly. Quite literally in many cases. After all...she's probably one of the greatest demigods of the age but you know that if you really are who you say you are.
Michael Yew

Mira Green thought emotions were fickle things and she rather liked them in that way however when it came down to jealousy or distrust they were different. Did anyone like feeling those emotions?

Within time, the letter writing became less the writing of letters to one another and more a war of who would make the other quit first, a war neither intended to lose. Michael Yew hadn't intended to die in the Second Titan War either, but there you go. Mira Green sent a letter on August 15th, and there was a reply not yet in its letter that was left to gather dust, unwritten, when Michael Yew didn't come back to the Apollo cabin, and there was no life in the letter for what was life without words?

This was what Mira Green had been thinking at the time. She had written many letters over more than a year to Michael Yew and he had broken their candid sort of battle, a war of words, and because it was a war of words, life, for words, words were the breath of life, and in Michael Yew's unwritten letter the life had been extinguished where it stood in the same way he had been struck down; sudden, unexpected, but gone all the same.