"Now, riposte!" Percy urged.

The Ares kid growled under the onslaught. Percy left several careful gaps but the girl wouldn't bite. She outlasted all others because she knew she was better than them yet against him, she lost her confidence. It seemed she was also intimidated by his legend. Percy grimaced, both by the girl's showing and the reality of how he was being treated.

Worshipped was the word. Too many people talked too much. Not a single person in camp hadn't heard about Percy's adventures. Now he was being hailed as something he wasn't comfortable with. Even those he knew for a third of his life now acted differently around him. They respected him before but now it was too much for his liking. He missed being the victim of pranks, the victim of gossip about his romantic escapades with Annabeth, the jeers from the Ares cabin, the Aphrodite cabin clowning his bedhead.

Now he found himself using these training sessions with his students as meditation. It was to the point where he could fight someone as skilled as a watered down Clarisse and be in an entirely different place, reliving memories, imagining the future, eating a hot slice of pizza. But when he thought about the whole celebrity gig, it was the one thing that could let him actually get careless, make mistakes.

Like now.

The girl found some courage, parried, and immediately slashed viciously. Percy saw it coming and with the half second window he had, twisted his sword to its edge and her blade missed by a hair. He quickly batted her weapon away, laughing.

"Good! I promise you had me!"

She blew hair out of her eyes, giggling excitedly. "I did! I was so close!"

"Next time." He pointed Riptide at her, grinning. "Next time. That should be good for today, guys. Good job."

They put their weapons up and filed out for lunch.

"Hey, Percy!" One of the Hermes unclaimed, Bob, ran up to him. "When are you gonna tell us the story about Bob the Titan? Come on, we have the same name, please?"

Some of the others dragged their feet, ears perking up.

Percy sighed. "I don't know, buddy. It still kinda shuts me down to remember him, you know? Maybe one day."

The kid frowned. "Okay, I guess."

"Go on to lunch. Your friends are waiting for you." Percy urged him on, watching them leave. It was definitely an experience. It could be worse. And it looked like it was about to be.

Nico had been gone for close to a week now. They had all known the dangers, most of all Nico, but the wait was still disheartening. If something went wrong, both Chiron and Nico were gone. Not to mention Chiara and Nick. He and Annabeth discussed a contingency plan. If he wasn't back in seven days, Percy would have to go looking for him. They couldn't just leave him out there. Percy was willing and ready. Being at Camp was freaking him out. And even though he had grown tired of quests, he still felt the urge to go out and do something useful.

Lou Ellen had the potions ready for him. They just had three more nights. He could wait that long. Could Nico, though?

...

Up in the Big House, the makeshift infirmaries were taken down. Most of the campers were healed and ready to go. Only the ones who had been poisoned, stabbed, or burned remained for a couple more days. Will was as skilled as they came. Annabeth sat at Chiron's desk and Percy lay sprawled on the ground, staring at the ceiling.

"What's up, Seaweed Brain?" She murmured, not taking her eyes off her notes.

"Everything," He sighed. "Nico. Chiron. The gods."

He didn't mean it to come out with such venom. They were just pissing him off. Was this how it would be from now on? Every time something happened, they would cut communications?

"I wanna bet a thousand bucks, Zeus wouldn't even bat an eye if I cussed him out right here right now."

"You'd be betting a lot more than a thousand bucks."

"I'm a man on the edge, Wise Girl."

Her eyes snapped up. "Don't-"

"Fuck you, Zeus, you hypocritical son of a bitch. You should be in Tartarus for everything you've done, you snake." Percy couldn't even put anger into his tone. It came out lifeless.

Nevertheless, they both held their breaths. Their noses sniffed for ozone. They waited for deafening thunder.

Nothing.

"Shocker."

"A relief," She snapped. "You're lucky he wasn't listening, otherwise I'd be strangling you on the banks of the Styx."

"It just proves my point! They don't care. A camp full of their own kids get attacked, they don't even send a Get Well card."

"Even if we don't like some of them, that doesn't mean we should disrespect them like that. They have their reasons. We should know the full story before we jump to conclusions."

Percy sat up. "And how exactly do we do that, huh? We have no Oracle! We can't even send an Iris Message. And if we go to Olympus, they wouldn't open the door if I launched a nuke instead of knocking."

"Then," She stood. "That means something is horribly wrong. Something is happening that we have no clue of and therefore we shouldn't jump to conclusions like I said."

She sat next to him. "I know where this is coming from but you need to have some faith, babe. We won't be here forever. I promise."

He lay his head on her lap. "I know. But you know where else we won't be? New Rome."

She frowned. "What? Where else are we gonna go?"

Percy shrugged. "I don't know. Alaska. No gods there. Canada. Close enough to what we got here. Boston. Your cousin and his crazy world might neutralize our connection to the Greek world for a bit. Or heck, another continent. We stay at New Rome, we'll be as close to the action as if we were back here."

Annabeth ran her hands through his hair. "You're rushing through this. It won't be like this forever."

"You said the Emergence was just getting started. Who knows how many more years it'll keep going."

"I know. You just gotta have faith. We can get through this. I mean, there's no promises we won't lose some people or even ourselves but when has there ever been? What choice do we have?"

Percy kept silent. "I don't know anymore. All I know is I love you, Annabeth Chase. I'll follow your lead."

She smiled. "And I'll never get tired of hearing that."

...

The day had arrived and Nico Di'Angelo, Chiara Benvenuti, and Nick Stone were nowhere to be seen.

His breakfast stirred uncomfortably in his stomach as he walked the paths Chiron once walked, making sure one last time everything was running smoothly. People rushed up to him every few minutes, wanting to know if it was true he was leaving. He promised he'd be back but they kept dogging him. Eventually he managed to escape, standing atop Half-Blood Hill one last time with Annabeth.

Percy knew this place would forever be tainted with darkness. Thalia's "death". His mom being abducted. Peleus and Argus and possibly Nico now. Maybe they should just leave this place behind. Find somewhere to start fresh.

"We have the Fleece." Annabeth said. "If we had to move the camp, it would protect us."

"We'll have to seriously start considering the possibility. If things don't go to plan and we end up having to stay a few years longer, I wouldn't want to spend them here." Percy admitted.

Will stifled a yawn. "One step at a time, bud. You sure you packed everything?"

Percy patted his satchel. "Yup. Potions, drachmae, some spare clothes, toothbrush."

Will nodded. "Bring him back. I swear to all the gods I will come after you both, strangle him then strangle you."

"I'm sorry, Will. I wouldn't have asked him if it wasn't absolutely necessary."

"I'll forgive you when he's within strangling distance."

They hugged and Will left down the hill. Annabeth embraced him so tight, he thought about calling Will back to check on his ribs.

"Easy," He managed to choke out. "I'll be back. Swear."

She let go and glared at him. "You better. You told me before, never again."

Percy smiled. "Funny how statements like that come back to bite you in the butt."

"Remember, don't take the first one until you're outside the city. We want maximum longevity with these things. You only have 12. Better make them count."

"I think I got it the first 100 times you drilled it into my head." He grinned. "I'll be fine, Wise Girl. Nothing I haven't done before."

"Only this time he's probably in the lair of some evil minor god full of himself not at a boarding school with a manticore."

"See? Even easier." He kissed her. "Don't run the camp into the ground. I know how you can't think straight without me."

She gave him the look. The one that meant he better go.

"Okay, bye, love you!" He let out his best taxi cab whistle and Mrs. O'Leary flew out of the shadow of Thalia's pine. She gave him the good old saliva shower. "Good to see you too, girl."

He mounted her and looked back one last time at Annabeth. She was fighting back tears but pretended that she didn't know he knew. He gave her his best grin and together with his hell hound, bounded into the trees. She watched him long after he was gone.

They reached the road in no time and Mrs. O'Leary stopped expectantly. "Yeah, you know this isn't play time. Smart girl. I need you to find someone for me."

She stared blankly at him, tongue out.

"Nico Di'Angelo?"

Her tail kept wagging.

"Son of Hades?"

Mrs. O'Leary barked happily. "Good girl! Let's go."

Like any responsible owner, he checked both ways before urging her on, running full speed on the trail of the Son of Hades.

Just a half hour later at hell hound speed, they found Nico's last known location. A pothole just outside the city, the lid open the slightest crack.

Percy moved the lid over, peering down. He could see a stone platform with three sides surrounded by black walls. Only one path lead into the sewer. Percy's sensory abilities and, of course, common sense told him the water stretched on for miles and miles. With almost a week's head start, Nico could be anywhere in those tunnels or not in them at all.

He placed the lid opposite end where it had been just in case Nico came back. He mounted Mrs. O'Leary, uncorking Lou Ellen's potion. He drained it one swallow, grimacing. It tasted just like cough medicine. Now his scent was completely gone, especially to monsters. "Come on, girl. The city's waiting for us."

Minutes later they stood outside a faded apartment complex on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Percy jumped down, scratching Mrs. O'Leary's ears. "This place has more trash than a landfill, go crazy."

She ran off into the closest alley, barking. Percy felt his palms start to sweat. His internal body clock estimated he had 50 minutes. Not wasting time, he rang the buzzer. After a few moments, the voice of his mom sang over the speaker. "Hello?"

Percy cleared his throat. "Hey, mom, it's me."

"Percy? Oh my gods, come in!"

The door clicked and Percy stepped inside.

He gave her the short version. Trouble brewing, no communications, worst crisis to date, Chiron gone, bad guys rising. By the end of it, he found his eyes watering for the second time that week. That was more tears shed than since he was a baby. Literally. Sally cradled him gently, shushing him and providing all the support she could. Percy felt like a little kid again, crying because he had been expelled for the first time. By the time his eyes were dry, he didn't want to leave. He could smell something delicious baking in the oven. Percy didn't even have to ask.

After he stuffed himself stupid, he felt normal again. "So where's Paul? Is he still teaching at Goode?"

Sally smiled. "Well, he still at Goode but he's not teaching."

Percy frowned. "He's a janitor? I don't think demotions work like that."

She laughed and Percy was so glad he could still act stupid, if only to make the people he cared about smile.

"He got promoted to principal. No toilet scrubbing."

"So if he got promoted I assume his salary's stretched some, right? Why don't you guys get a better place?"

Sally picked at her plate, chewing slowly. "Well, we have an unexpected expense coming soon. Actually, it wasn't that unexpected." She placed a hand on her stomach.

Percy's jaw dropped. How did he not realize? "No way!"

Sally nodded, giggling excitedly. "What did you think the diaper boxes by the door were for?"

"I don't know! I guess I wasn't really looking."

"You had a lot on your mind. After we sort this out and find our new rhythm, we're thinking...Europe?"

"Oh." Percy leaned back in his chair, taken completely off guard. "The baby's going to boarding school? You know there's evil wizards over there, too, right?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "It's not that, Percy. It just feels like the natural way to go. You and Annabeth are basically switching pantheons. I'm guessing it also just feels right for the two of you? As a matter of fact, we drew inspiration from you guys."

A bit of numbness started working its way down from his arms into his legs. He managed to nod and plaster a smile on his face. "I'm happy for you guys. Have you thought of a name?"

A small smile played on her lips. "Estelle. Estelle Blofis."

"And if it's a boy?"

Sally's smile grew. "It's a girl." She touched the little bump. "It has to be. I can feel it."

Percy stepped outside, feeling more disoriented than ever. Everything was changing. He wanted so badly just to sit on the curb and trace the cracks in the pavement. Just block out the world and pretend nothing happened. But reality tugged him back. The longer he stayed here the more danger he was placing his mom in. The more danger he was placing Estelle in.

Estelle. My sister.

He whistled for Mrs. O'Leary and she leapt straight out of a moving car's shadow. Instead of showering his face with spit, she sat on her haunches, staring at him. He cocked his head and she mirrored him. There was something so comforting about her presence. It was almost like she understood his inner turmoil.

He stood and scratched her chin. "You're a good girl."

She gave him the smallest of licks.

They quickly disappeared into the nearest shadow. Shadow travel was not Percy's favorite magical method of travel. The sheer amount of speed made him feel like he was gonna fall off at any second, lost to the shadows forever. Imagine the panic Percy felt when he was yanked off Mrs. O'Leary's back. He let loose a yell at the same time his hell hound let out a mournful howl. He was in free fall and yet he was being yanked by the back of his collar carelessly.

In seconds, he emerged out of the shadows at breakneck speed. He was ploughed across a rough surface, opening up old scars and making new ones. Suddenly he was in free fall again turning head over tail. With each rotation, he noticed the sand-covered ground get closer and the cliff face farther. He slammed into the ground once more with a sickening crunch.

He tried to take deep, steady breaths but instead he heard ragged uneven gasps. He clutched his shoulder, gurgling with pain. His mouth was wet and sticky. Percy's eyes rolled into the back of his skull, growling. Deep inside, Percy felt the call of the sea. Water was near. He had to find it. His eyes flew open. Standing far above him was a muscled freak of a man. Everything was normal about him down to his legion centurion armor except for one glaring detail: the man had two heads. One wore a red horsehair helmet and the other a blue. One face was older, littered with scars, and sported a beard. The other was as young as his own, clean shaven, and handsome. Both faces bore a cruel smile, however, and unforgettable white eyes.

It was Janus. The Roman god of choices, beginnings, and endings.

...

Both pair of white eyes shone gleefully as they fixed on his face. "Perseus Jackson. You don't look too good."

Percy spat out a gob of spit and blood. "Never been better. Get it over with already. Kill me."

Janus threw both heads back, laughing. "Why would we do that? We're here to help you."

"Really? Good job." Percy couldn't find the strength to roll over, much less sit up. What a sorry excuse of a god, jumping a half-blood.

The sand was hot on his back and the sun stung his eyes. A strong sea breeze swept over the beach, its comfort overshadowed by pain and the wet sticky sensation of blood. Percy could sense ever so clearly the ocean surrounding him for miles with no other landmasses. Wherever Janus brought him, even the gods would have to be paying close attention to find him here.

Janus' two heads were so different it was almost hard to look at him. The younger head was basically Apollo but uglier and blind. His legionnaire armor looked too big for him. The elder one though fit the part perfectly, complete with the scars and the military cut. His beard reached his chest and it was bushier than a squirrel's tail. The younger head seemed more vicious, happier to see Percy crumpled in such an unnatural position, and also more willing to strike up a conversation as he bled out.

"My apologies." He almost sang. "Listen, half-blood. You and your training wheels camp probably figured out already that something big is happening. At least, us Romans have."

"We might've picked up on that." Percy tried stretching his limbs, tying to gauge what was broken. After a certain point, he knew enough was shattered that Janus could kill him with hardly any real fight.

"It's curious. We don't think a single demigod has ever been presented so many choices of world-breaking repercussions as you, Perseus Jackson. How delicious it is. The struggle to choose. We don't know what the Fates were on, giving one half-blood so much control over destiny."

"Is that what this is? I've become too dangerous? Your big bad boss put a hit on my head?" Percy said through gritted teeth.

Younger Janus purred, "No, Perseus, no. We want you to survive this. Really. The thing is...the choice you're about to make? Well, it's kind of a big deal. This is the fork of fate, the crossroads of destiny, the whatever you want to call it. After this, well, the beginnings and endings are infinite! Everything goes haywire! Pandemonium!"

The pain made it difficult to process what Janus was saying. "Just one choice, huh? Right here? Right now?"

The elder head spoke this time, his voice deep and rough like a chain-smoker. He was however, no more serious than his younger counterpart. "Like we said, the Fates are a pretty wacky group of gals. And we're here to help you choose! See without us, your big decision was simply which direction to swim in. That's boring! You need to know what's at stake here. That makes the choice you ultimately make so much more pleasurable!"

"Exactly." Younger Janus said with gusto. "Here's the truth and pay close attention. If you go West, you'll find Nico Di'Angelo waiting for you. You don't want to give up on the chance of bringing your mentor Chiron back, do you? If you go East, Jason and Piper need your help rescuing your resurrected pal Leo. Reunions! How emotional. North lies the Titan behind the attack on your boy scout camp. Or as you put it, the "big bad boss". South, well...South leads nowhere of importance.

For the first time, the older Janus scowled. "He's lying! South is your only chance at all three!"

The right hand came up and slapped the left upside his head. "Don't listen, Perseus Jackson! South is bad! Even mortals know it!"

"Shut up!" The left head growled, slapping him back.

Percy desperately tried to think of something to escape. If experience taught him anything, Janus would force him to make a choice just like he tried to make Annabeth choose down in the Labyrinth. But what could he do? He just broke a half dozen bones falling from a cliff. Now he was bleeding out, fighting to stay conscious. If by any miracle he found a way to stand on his one good foot, how could he fight off a god without his good sword arm? His only advantage- he was surrounded by water.

"Our job is not to tell him what to choose, but to make him choose." The elder Janus snarled.

"On that we can agree." They reluctantly stopped smacking each other. "So what will it be Percy Jackson? Choose. Now."

On the last word, they unsheathed two massive swords, one celestial bronze and one imperial gold. Their eyes started crying tears of blood, tracing their way down to his chin. Their teeth elongated into wicked fangs. Suddenly, it was all too noticeable how big someone with two heads would have to be to properly function. Janus was no god of war but he was Roman. No doubt he knew how to fight and well.

Percy yelled, desperately summoning a tidal wave.

"What the-" Janus yelped as he was swept away by its power, coughing up sea water.

Percy found himself just a few meters from the ocean. The water was working its magic, sealing his cuts, healing his bruises. But his bones were shattered.. He would need more than just seconds to heal those. He felt rejuvenated though. The will to fight returned with full force. He summoned another wave.

A flash of gold filled his field of vision. Janus teleported directly in front of him, braced against the wall of water. When the tide receded Percy found himself dangling from a heavily muscled arm, his windpipe forced shut.

"Pesky insects, you demigods are. Especially children of Poseidon." This time, both voices spoke simultaneously in an ethereal rasp of a snarl.

Percy felt his face turning purple, the blood circulation trapped by the grip of a god.

Janus shook him like a chicken. "You're going to make your choice or we will bring right to the brink of death again and again until you do!"

Percy had never met a more psycho god. This dude literally was doing too much. Just as his vision began to blacken, he was suddenly dropped to the ground.

He gasped for air, coughing up his lungs. Percy decided his throat would never recover from this day. It wasn't possible. Wearily, he raised his eyes, expecting to see a two-headed demon glaring at him, maybe rage drooling a little bit. Instead, he found his father standing before him. Only he didn't look like his father at all. His facial features and eyes were the only things giving him away. His hair had grown past shoulder length and was white as sea foam. He was at least 10 feet tall and and heavily muscled. His legendary Trident stood planted in the sand like a flag. An enormously powerful flag as tall as its wielder and energy surges spasming through its length.

Poseidon's visage was dark enough to send a chill up Percy's spine. Is that what he looked like to others?

"Janus." Poseidon barked.

The two-headed god had gone sprawling across the sands. Ichor was already leaking from several places but he stood shakily, squeezing out a nervous laugh. "Neptune! Hey, pal."

Somehow his dad found a way to deepen his scowl. "It's Poseidon, you Romani dog. Begone! Before I slice both your heads off and immortalize them on my armor."

A small smirk found its way onto the older head's lips. "This changes nothing. We have said enough. Your son's next choice will determine the next thousand years of history! He must choose!"

Poseidon hefted his Trident and Janus disappeared faster than Aphrodite got around. He turned to him, dropping a knee. "Percy!"

"I'm okay." He was only marginally surprised to find he wasn't lying. Most of his injuries healed during the engagement. Only the broken bones remained. Poseidon swirled his fingers and a small stream of seawater scurried over. Once it touched the surface of his skin, Percy felt the bones mend back together, the healing process insanely accelerated. He felt better than ever.

His dad extended a hand and Percy stood, disoriented when he found his father back to his own height. He studied the state his father was in. Normally he appeared like a man in his 30's. Now it was more like his 60's. This was the exact person he met shortly before the Battle of Manhattan. Whatever was going on, it was definitely taking its toll.

Poseidon was studying him, too. His eyes were concerned and confused, that much Percy could guess. But there was something else in there, too, hidden. "What in Pontus are you doing in the Sea of Monsters?"

Percy blinked. The Sea of Monsters? "I don't know. I was...shadow travelling with Mrs. O'Leary and next thing I knew something yanked me and I was falling off a cliff. It must've been Janus."

Poseidon frowned. "Who's Mrs. O'Leary?"

"She's my pet hell hound."

Poseidon ran a hand through his long white beard, nodding. "That's...pretty cool, actually."

Percy fought down a smile and turned serious. "Thanks. Where have you guys been? Camp Half-Blood was invaded last week. The magical barrier broke down and Zeus never came back to recharge it. And the gods haven't been answering our prayers. Rachel, our Oracle, lost her connection. Our Iris Messages aren't working again. What's going on?"

Poseidon gripped his Trident in both hands, seemingly putting all his weight onto it. He grew older before his eyes, shoulders hunching, eyes drooping slightly. "It's so complicated, Percy."

Percy was hoping he wouldn't hear that. Having his dad of all people say it angered him. "Well, explain it slowly if you have to but I need to know why you gods keep hiding."

It was hard to keep the spite out of his voice. Poseidon noticed, a flash of annoyance crossing his features.

"Be careful, Percy. There are much bigger things at play here."

He almost snorted but thought better of it. "There always is. But we never go into hiding. Tell me what the heck is going to Hades this time so we can fix it faster."

Poseidon was silent for a while, simply staring at Percy. Finally, he straightened, gripping his Trident closer. "Something is coming. Something powerful. Far beyond Zeus. Far beyond even primordial gods. It can sense our divine energy. That is why we must hide."

Percy narrowed his eyes, finding it convenient. "So why can't you just hide in mortal form? Gods have done it before, right?"

Poseidon laughed without humor. "I wish it was so simple. I wish I could explain but there isn't time. I can't be here for too long. This is territory of Pontus. My power is limited here. Come with me! Come to my palace and I can explain everything. You can ride out this storm with me and we can rebuild together."

His heart dropped. None of it made sense. He was just a simple demigod. He couldn't pretend he understood why gods did anything. Maybe deep inside he wanted to believe his dad was different. "I don't believe this. I have friends to help. Annabeth needs me. My home is in danger. I can't go waste time halfway around the world in your palace. I need your help, dad."

Poseidon lost the hopeful spark in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. You have my blessing, son. You always have. And you always will."

Percy blinked, opening his mouth to say something, anything. His dad had already faded into the sea breeze. He stood there dumbfounded. That was how he would remember his father forever. He knew that in his heart. An old man cowering in the face of danger.

It didn't make sense. When Typhon unleashed his might, his dad was there. When Kronos was minutes from rising, his dad was there. When the Giants awakened, his dad was there. Percy never cowered when he was hopelessly outclassed by gods and monsters. Why did his father?

He shook his head, finally letting go. Too many unbelievable things had happened way too quickly. Nothing would surprise Percy anymore. Or if it did, it wouldn't break his stride. He had to keep moving. Maybe none of this real. But if it was, he couldn't risk stopping for a moment to catch his breath while his family was in danger.

The words of Janus echoed in his head. Nico was West. Piper and Jason were East. North was the big bad. And South was his only chance to save them all. Janus loved to make choices difficult but if he knew Percy at all he would know this wasn't a choice at all. There was only one clear path. He couldn't sacrifice any one friend for another. He had to go South.

Just like the last time he was in the Sea of Monsters, his sea bearings were perfectly clear. South was directly behind him. He could go through the island or he could stick to the beach. Now that he took time to take it in, he realized how big the island actually was. It was about 3 miles end to end with the true size in its width, stretching for 7 miles. Its insides were made up of hills and ridges dotted thick with big dark trees.

Percy rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs. He had a nice big hike ahead of him. He readied Riptide, keeping his thumb on the cap. After getting jumped while travelling through a fucking shadow dimension, Percy figured he was liable for a jumping literally 24/7.

He didn't like it but Percy would get used to it. Shit kept coming his way and it didn't look like the end was coming anytime soon. It was time to stop complaining and start facing the reality of his situation. The chances one demigod would be this closely intertwined with the fate of the world for this long was astronomical. But it was happening and Percy finally came to terms with it.

"I'm coming," He promised under his breath. To who he didn't know. Perhaps his own destiny.

Coeus opened his cold blue eyes. Beside him Nico stirred, sensing his master's satisfaction.

"What are your orders, my lord?"

The Titan smiled. "Perseus Jackson is out of the picture. The camp is yours."

Nico nodded. With one sleek motion he stood and equipped his helmet. "Move out!" He barked.

Chiara Benvenuti and Nick Stone followed closely. Hercules, with great reluctance, marched behind them. And behind him a thousand monsters slithered, flapped, and dragged their way through the ragged landscape of the Underworld.

A/N:

Hey, I'm back! ;)

So if these look familiar, it's because they're the exact same chapters only a little bit revised. I tried to make them better. Maybe I just made them boring. Not sure, need some outside perspective. That's what you guys are for!

Anyways, a bit of warning: I am prone to long stretches of hiatus. For example, just now I haven't updated in 5 months and what I did is basically a reupload. I fell off writing but it's always been in the back of my mind. What I mean to say is, I'm working on the next chapter but who knows if I hit writer's block? Hopefully that doesn't happen but we'll see.

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