CHAPTER II

I woke up to the gentle crash of waves. The moon shone brightly in the cloudless night sky, casting a silver glow across a dark ocean. Sitting up, I brushed off stray sand from my hair as I got a bearing of my surroundings. Staring off into the sea, I couldn't place my finger on which one it was, which was odd. Any oceanic body of water should have been immediately known to me. Something compelled me to look to my left, and not too far away in the distance was the outline of someone else, sitting on the dunes absorbing the moonlight. The first thing I noticed as I got closer was his hands. Both were chained into the sand at his sides. The next was the fact that the man was the spitting image of me if I was in my forties. He wore a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his bare feet sunk into the sand.

"Perseus Jackson," He spoke, his voice was mine, yet with a cold chill mixed in. Our eyes met, and I had to repress a chill as they washed over me, a sharp gold gaze.

"Kronos," I replied shortly.

"It has been some time since you've deigned to visit me, grandson," The Titan Lord of Time said, making grandson sound as if it was a terrible insult.

"I've been busy," I said, shrugging. Kronos snorted.

"I can tell," and simply gestured with his eyes behind me. I looked back. Off in the distance, the beach was being swallowed by darkness.

"You're dying, little demigod," he noted.

"We're dying," I corrected, staring back off into the dark waters. After a moment of silence occasionally interrupted by the breaking of the waves on the beach, Kronos made an annoyed sound, looking back towards the oncoming nothingness.

"Very well, what would you have me do?" He asked.

"I need your power," I said nonchalantly as if I was asking for the time. Kronos' laugh was like daggers scraping across a shield, sending a shiver down my spine.

"The last time you were here, you swore you'd never ask for my help."

"I wasn't dying last time. Don't forget it's because of you we're in this little predicament," I shot back.

"Yes, yes, trying to take over your body before I was destroyed was foolish of me. Never did I expect a little godling to be so strong-willed. My essence and your mortal soul are tied together, your death would only result in my own," he sighed heavily "What is in it for me hmm?"

I chuckled darkly, "As if you have a choice, all I need is your permission to use the power of time."

"Let us make a deal then, yes? Grant me a small bit of freedom. Let me experience the outside world through your eyes. I tire of staring at this ocean."

I snorted, "And what? Let you possess me and do gods know what?"

"Tell me, Perseus, my soul is bare upon you, unable to deceive you, just as yours is to me. Tell me if I could truly take over your body in my current state." He said simply, his eyes blazing into mine. "Tik Tok, grandson, tik tok." He smiled ruefully. I turned back around, and even more of the beach was taken by the darkness, getting uncomfortably close.

"Fine, we have a deal," I said begrudgingly.

"Let us shake on it, Perseus Jackson," Kronos' voice sounded like falling sand, dangerously smooth. I reached down to shake his hand, hearing the clink of his chains unbuckling below the sand. His hand rose to meet mine and gripped it firmly. We both glowed a brilliant gold. I watched as the beach faded away completely. I floated in darkness. In front of me was a coffin of some sort, chained up from all directions, sealing it shut. That too, ultimately faded as I started to open my eyes. The Fates frowning faces greeted me. I quickly concentrated, and a feeling of flowing sand passed through my body. I reached for it, slowly rewinding its course. I could have sworn I heard the faint ticking of a clock. I watched, fascinated as my body glowed gold and began to reverse itself to its previous state. I could feel my muscles knitting back together, and my bones reattach and form back into their original place. Exhaustion quickly started to take hold. Dark spots danced in my vision, threatening to overtake me completely. Gotta hold on a bit longer, Jackson, I urged myself. Almost there. The glow slowly faded away as the last of my bones slid back into place. My eyes felt heavy, and my ears started to ring as I slowly slipped from my sitting position on the wall, my head coming to rest on the jagged stone floor. The last thing I saw was the pissed-off faces of the Fates, their eyes filled with rage. The sight was enough to make me smile before passing out.

I was floating in a dark sea, the same one I couldn't quite place earlier. I was simply staring in a daze at the night sky, watching the stars blaze in the heavens above.

Hm, been a while since I dreamed.

All was peaceful for a while, something I hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing since Piper and I fell into the pit. I squinted at the night sky, something was off. I watched in stunned silence as the stars started to move erratically, slowly at first, but speeding up more and more as time went on. Suddenly the stars began to take shape, coming together to form a type of super-constellation. I realized what shape the stars had taken. Staring down at me from the void was that coffin again. The stars that made up the chains seemed to stretch across the entire sky, and an odd feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach.

"Perseus."

Someone was calling my name. They sounded far away, like I was hearing them through several walls.

"Perseus, it is time to wake up."

I didn't want to wake up yet, though. Suddenly I was free falling, the ocean and sky disappeared.

"WAKE, YOU FOOL."

My eyes shot open, darting wildly as my brain tried to make sense of my surroundings. For a terrifying second, I couldn't remember where I was.

"Finally, you're awake. We have to leave immediately. I can sense a horde heading in this direction."

Right, Kronos was in my head now. I was stuck in the Pit, alone this time. I shook my head to get rid of the grogginess. How long was I-

Two hours, 17 minutes, and 34 seconds.

Before I could even finish my thought, the answer came to me. This was gonna be extremely helpful.

"Yes, yes, my powers are extraordinary. Now MOVE, Jackson," Kronos thundered in my head. That was gonna take some getting used to. I could hear footsteps coming from the direction I had come down a couple of hours ago. I headed in the opposite direction, anywhere but where I was standing would be better. How in the Hades am I gonna get out of this place? I thought as I absent-mindedly walked on, using the wall as support until my strength could fully come back.

"The old-fashioned away, of course," I swear I could feel Kronos' smile.

I assume you have a plan? I thought back snarkily.

"The entrance to the Underworld. I trust you remember it?"

How could I forget? You had Luke use magic shoes to try and drag me into it when I was twelve.

"Precisely the one, Jackson."

With that, we started our trek through the Pit once more. At first, we came across the usual monsters, stragglers by themselves having been recently reborn. But the more we went on, something was off. Monsters in groups that definitely shouldn't have been in groups together.

"Well, this is unfortunate," Kronos spoke in my mind. His voice was clear and loud, a stark contrast to the quiet and sneaking approach I had to adopt around large hordes. I had to forcibly remind myself that only I could hear him, and he didn't have to be quiet, even though it would've been helpful.

"Seems Mother isn't too happy with your daring escape operation with that daughter of Aphrodite. She knows you're alive down here somewhere, and these odd collections of creatures are her doing. Trust me when I say they aren't smart enough to coordinate to this level on their own."

I figured as much, I replied, shooting a glance over the boulder I was hiding behind. That's why I haven't just killed anything in my way as long as I can help it. I don't need all of Tartarus breathing down my neck.

Traveling with Kronos was an all-around awkward experience, given the whole "We both tried to kill each other multiple times," but we managed. I could feel him whenever he was watching through my eyes, a slight pressure built in the back of them, nothing I couldn't bear though. I felt that pressure as I looked up at the hulking compound that loomed in the distance, casting shadows that danced in the low lights of the fires raging around us. We had been backtracking for-

21 days, 7 hours, and 22 minutes.

I blinked at the sudden information in my mind that still caught me by surprise. I shook my head and pressed on, rubbing my hands whenever I spared a glance at the fortress, the place where Piper and I endured all kinds of torture that would make even Ares cringe.

"I've pondered why you never asked for my help when you and the girl got captured. I may have helped you escape much earlier." Kronos asked as we turned a corner, Perses' compound finally out of sight.

And what? Risk letting Gaia know that you're inside of me, and not rotting in some dark corner down here? Yea, hard pass. She probably would have killed me on the spot herself.

"Perhaps, or maybe she would have known a way to undo this and separate us."

Wishful thinking there, buddy. Gaia has a plan, and you're an unaccounted-for hitch in said plan. You know just as well as I do that she would have killed us both.

"You're wiser than I recall, Jackson. Tartarus has been good for you."

I tried not to think too much into that statement.

"I am curious though, how do you plan on defeating my mother?"

You'll find out soon enough.

Ultimately I found myself face to face with a jagged stone wall, reaching up into the darkness, seemingly forever. I wiped the blood from Riptide as I capped it. A little heads-up on the mother of all Drakons guarding this place would've been nice, Kronos, I thought grumpily.

"I swear that it wasn't there last time!" Kronos replied, probably holding back a chuckle.

I just can't put my finger on why I don't believe you, asshole, I shot back as I peered up, trying to figure out how by Zeus' balls I was gonna get out of here.

"I don't have to spell it out for you, do I, Jackson?"

Gods damn it, I'm gonna have to climb, aren't I? Kronos' laughter was all the confirmation I needed. I groaned in annoyance as my hands searched for a hold.

I blinked back the white spots threatening to overtake my vision, I had no idea how long I had been climbing for. Kronos mentioned something about being in a dimensional middle ground, climbing between Tartarus and the Underworld, so time wasn't an actual factor that we could calculate. The only solace I could find in that was the fact it seemed to annoy him. My whole body shook as I changed my grip, wiping the blood on my right hand on my pants, then shifting and doing the same with my left. It wasn't easy, not like the climbing wall at camp. Sometimes there wouldn't be any actual footings or divots to grip onto, and I had to search blindly in the dark for one, constantly having to shift my weight so that my hands wouldn't cramp. A cramp would mean certain death at this point. Kronos wasn't making this any easier either, surprise surprise. He would constantly mock me whenever I would stop to rest. Complaining that I could be going faster, calling me a useless weakling, you know, words of encouragement.

"Don't be such a baby."

Shut up, Kronos. You aren't the one climbing.

"Bah! Tell me, what is that Coffin I had to share space with."

I thought for a bit as I reached up for the next stone to grab, missing by a millimeter. I slid for several feet, forcing me to dig my heels and fingers into the sharp stone until I caught a rock I could firmly hold on to. My hands burned, I was glad that I couldn't see them, hopefully, they felt worse than they looked. I bit back a sob as I reached up.

"Be careful, you fool. I do not wish to die in such an undignified way." Kronos growled, almost sounding worried.

I started climbing again, forcing my mind to think back to what Kronos was talking about so that I could distract myself from the pain.

I always figured the Coffin had something to do with you. I tried opening it the first time I found myself in my mind with you. But now, I don't think so. I saw it briefly after I released you and we merged.

"Very interesting... I tried opening it too, but it was sealed tightly. I am curious what your soul keeps locked so efficiently, even from yourself."

You're not the only one.

I swear I would go insane and throw myself off this wall before we reached the top. The darkness was so oppressing, at least in Tartarus there was fire and the sounds of monsters and tortured screams. Here it was just the sounds of shifting rock and my own grunts of pain. Whenever I would start to lose strength and my body would start to give out, Kronos would use the power of time to revert me back to when we started. It was a dangerous gamble, using that power made me exhausted, and I hung precariously as I strained to not pass out every time, but I forced through. The thought of seeing Piper again filled my will with strength, I would not die here, having defied the Fates themselves and striking a deal with Kronos of all beings just to give up halfway. I closed my eyes and pressed onwards, however long this would take.

"Jackson, look up. We're close," Kronos urged.

I looked up and nearly lost my footing as I started laughing like a madman. Just a couple feet ahead, faint torchlight flickered down into the void. I picked up the pace, nearly slipping multiple times as I crawled up like a demon set loose from hell, which in a way, I suppose I was. I slammed my hand down on the edge, pulling myself up with a roar, using the last bit of my remaining strength to throw myself over it and onto solid ground. I stared at the cavern ceiling, laughter rocked my body, the pain building in my stomach was nothing compared to what I felt in my entire body. Laughter morphed into incoherent sobs as I let myself relax for the first time in too long. I looked down at my hands caked in dirt and blood, both dry and new, still dripping. I shakily held them up, making tight fists. I opened my mouth, I wanted to shout to the world that I had done it. I, Perseus Jackson, had survived. I CONQUERED Tartarus and climbed out with my bare hands. Instead, I let loose a primal yell full of pain, rage, anguish, and relief.

"I fucking did it," I whispered hoarsely.

"Good for you," Kronos sarcastically thought.

Fuck you, I shot back. I tried getting up, but exhaustion rocked my body, I let myself fall back down, the coarse sand felt heavenly after spending so much time sleeping on rough stones and sharp rocks. I felt myself slowly lose consciousness and gladly gave in.

I woke up after a dreamless sleep, reflex took over and I immediately shot up, ready to fight if it came down to it, my right hand already on Riptide in my pocket.

"Calm down, you fool," Kronos snapped, seemingly annoyed.

I blinked the last remnants of sleep out of my eyes, slowly relaxing my stance as I looked around. I was in a cavern that pooled out into a tunnel that led into the rest of the Underworld. The adrenaline that coursed through my body every time I woke up started to fade, I quickly uncapped Riptide and stabbed it into the ground, using it to support me as my knees buckled and I nearly fell.

"4 hours of rest and you're still weakened? pathetic," Kronos mocked,

"You won't last long."

Eat shit Kronos, I replied simply, taking a deep breath to steady myself. I pulled Riptide out of the ground and capped it, slipping it back into my pocket as I trudged on. I've got shit to do, I thought.

"Ah, of course, your plan to defeat Gaia."

I need to get to the rivers.

"The rivers? What exactly are you planning, demigod?"

You'll see soon. I squinted my eyes as I finally made it to the tunnel's end, the Underworld lay sprawled out in front of me. Screams filled the air coming from the Fields of Punishment. Further up ahead was Lord Hades' palace, its dark shining stones towering above it all. Elysium stood far away, a beautiful city compared to, well, to everything around it. The Fields of Asphodel were the closest in front of me, an expanse of grey and shifting shades, aimlessly wandering forever.

You need to hide, Kronos. I can't have Lord Hades sensing your presence, I thought quickly.

"To think that I, a Titan Lord, the Titan of time, once ruler of this world, is now being commanded by a demigod."

Keyword used to. Now get.

I felt Kronos reluctantly retreat to the depth of my mind, leaving me with some colorful words about bossy demigods.

I traveled through the Fields of Asphodel, careful not to touch any of the shades. They couldn't hurt me but having them literally pass through me left me with a feeling of nothingness that made me unsettled. I had to be careful, I couldn't have the Furies or any other one of Hades' minions discovering me. Lord Hades himself must not have been down there, he would have sensed a living soul and captured me already.

I ventured deeper into the Underworld passing Elysium, fighting the feeling to sneak inside and let all of this go and enjoy eternity in bliss. After a while, seven hours, to be exact, I reached the center of Hades. I looked down at the five rivers of the Underworld, watching as they swirled together into a whirlpool, never actually touching. The plan was simple, It was an idea I came up with when Piper and I were in the desert, before we found the stranger, or maybe before he found us.

I was on watch while Piper slept. I kept thinking about how to properly kill an Immortal. To make them fade. I thought back to Briares, the Hekatonkheire. When we stumbled upon him, he was fading because he was giving up on himself, like his two brothers. But how was I, a mortal, going to force an Immortal to give up on themselves? The answer was plain and simple, make them feel pain beyond anything they had ever experienced in their eternal lives. Now, the problem was how. I glanced back at Piper as she slept, she looked beautiful in the night sky. I recalled when we first fell, how I promised Jason before we slipped that I'd bring her back to him, that I'd come back to Annabeth. How those promises seemed impossible the longer we fell, especially when the hole opened up to all of Tartarus, and the ground rushed up to greet us, that is, until I spotted the River Cocytus below us and commanded it to catch us.

The Rivers... I could control them. An Immortal would survive getting hit by each one individually, but together? It could very well work. The River Lethe would make an Immortal forget their memories, Cocytus would replace them with grief and anguish, Acheron would force the pain of all those who the Immortal had killed, purposely or not, onto themselves, Styx would dissolve their essence as Phlegethon burned it, ultimately forcing them to fade. I could theoretically make a weapon mixed from the five rivers themselves.

This better work, I thought to myself as I sat cross-legged on the edge of the bank. I took Riptide out, uncapping it and creating a cut on my left hand, watching as the blood flowed freely. I placed Riptide away and held my hands out in front of me, careful not to let them touch. I concentrated, a sick feeling settled in my stomach as I controlled my blood, floating it in front of me and willing it into a sword.

"The shit I learned in Tartarus," I mused to myself.

I closed my eyes again, reaching out towards the waters of the Rivers below. This wasn't going to be easy, each time I had controlled one of these Rivers it had always fought against me. I reached out to the Phlegethon first, arguably the least dangerous of the five. I opened my eyes and watched as a small sphere of fire floated up to me. I proceeded to do the same with the rest. Dark blue water for Cocytus, red water for Acheron, milky white for the Lethe. That was only four, I reached out to the Styx and felt the familiar tug in my stomach rise to a nearly unbearable degree as the River fought me. Sweat beaded down my face as I grunted in pain, I screwed my eyes shut and commanded with all my mind, pushing harder. A pained smile crossed my face as the oily black water of the Styx finally rose up and greeted me. I willed the waters to form around the blood sword, making them orbit one another until they were nothing but a blur, I slammed my hands together and forced the waters to combine with the sword, but they stopped right before coming into contact with each other. Even as I put more and more force into it, commanding with my entire will and ignoring the intensity in my stomach increasing to an unbearable amount again, the waters simply refused to mix together. It felt like when you try to force two magnets with the same charge together but all they would do is repel. I cursed in frustration, nearly giving up right then and there. I looked down the cavern into the whirlpool and realized this was never going to work, even in their natural state the Rivers wouldn't mix.

As I sat brooding, a crazy idea sprang to life in my mind. I stood up and willed my blood into the shape of a sphere as well. If the waters wouldn't come together on their own, I'd simply use my own blood as a catalyst and absorb them. I readied myself as I tested the theory, making my blood connect with the Styx. Immediately the familiar pain of being bathed in the Styx coursed through my body, nearly breaking my connection as a scream ripped out of my throat and I dropped to a knee, I quickly severed the connection and sat there panting. I shakily stood up, my hands still out in front of me. Damn it, so connecting my blood with the Rivers has the same effect as bathing in them. If I was going to do this, my own blood needed to overpower the Rivers. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. I had to be smart and careful about this, doing all the Rivers at once would kill me, obviously. But if I wasn't precise in which order I connected myself to them, I could still very much end up dead, or worse. Lethe can't go first, I'd forget everything. Phlegethon would burn me, and the Styx would dissolve me. It was between Acheron or Cocytus, but which would it be?

I ultimately decided on Cocytus first, followed by Acheron. Pain should overcome Grief, followed by the Lethe erasing it all, Styx was the river of Promise, so in theory, it should pull me back from Forgetfulness, and Phlegethon will be last. I took a deep breath, no going back, Jackson, I thought to myself.

I made my blood connect with Cocytus, the moment they touched I felt grief like never before, images flashed in my mind, a mother weeping for her dead son, a father drinking alone at a bar, holding his now dead infant daughters bow, a wife sobbing at her husband's funeral, a boy standing in stunned silence as he watched his older brother hanging. The loss of love, life, hopes, and dreams, all assaulted my mind. Tears streamed down my face as I connected to Acheron to overcome the grief. Immediately visions of war, carnage, murder, and mass destruction flashed in my mind. Whispers of those I had failed bombarded me, accusing me of killing them, of being too weak to save them. I fell to my knees, I could feel old wounds opening up on my body, my body screamed as it felt like I was supporting the weight of the sky again. My mind nearly blanked from it all.

Kronos roared in my mind "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU FOOL, YOU'RE KILLING US. STOP AT ONCE!"

It's... too...late, I thought, barely able to form a coherent sentence. My mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out. I could feel myself going mad, losing myself to the pain. Through it all, I managed to weakly connect to the Lethe. The first to go was the pain, I slowly stood up, wondering why I had fallen in the first place. More and more memories started to disappear, I didn't understand where I was, who I was, or what I was doing.

What was my name again? Peter? Perry? Patrick? Memories of a camp came and withered away. The image of a girl danced in my mind, her eyes sparkled a million different colors as she smiled and called me a seaweed brain. Her name was... Piper. My memories came crashing back for an intense second, I quickly connected to the Styx so that I wouldn't forget again. The familiar pain of the River Styx flooded my body once more like I was being bathed in acid and my very soul itself was melting into mush. I connected to the Phlegethon and felt its fire course through my veins, so hot it was cold.

Loss, Death, Anguish, Pain, Carnage, and hopelessness raged in my very being until the Lethe erased them followed by the Styx reviving them, the Phlegethon all the while burning away at my soul.

I couldn't stop screaming, it was going to overwhelm me, I was an idiot to think I could do this. I couldn't make sense of my own thoughts. All I knew was pain and anguish until I didn't and then it all came flooding back again, a devastating cycle that was killing me. Between it all, I could see the spheres shrinking and mixing with my own blood, a swirling mixture of red, blue, black, white, and fire. Was that even real? I couldn't tell anymore. A powerful shockwave blasted me back, I laid face first on the ground, one more cycle, and I would have been done for, I thought groggily. I raised myself up and shakily turned around, I had never felt so weak in my life, even when I was literally dying it wasn't like this. In place of the spheres was a black circle. It was like staring at nothing, a black hole that sucked all the light around it into itself. I dragged myself towards it until it was right above me. I reached out and It started to vibrate the closer I got to it, all of a sudden it went into the cut on my hand, disappearing inside of me. Everything went dark.

I woke up in a stark white room. When I say everything was white, I mean everything. The furniture, the curtains, the sheets of the bed I was laying on, and even the roses on the nightstand next to me were white. Only one thing stood out, the man sitting at the end of the bed wearing all black.

"Ah, you're finally awake," Thanatos said. His voice was rich and pure, powerful in a subtle way. "You must be thirsty, here," he waved his hand and a glass of Nectar appeared on the nightstand. I shamelessly gulped it down, it tasted like cookies, specifically, the ones my mom would bake me on special occasions.

"I'm guessing I'm still in the Underworld, considering you being here?" I replied, a satisfying sigh leaving me as the drink settled in my stomach.

"Yes, you are correct. I felt a disturbance in my Lord's realm and went to investigate. Imagine my surprise when I found you, Perseus Jackson," Thanatos inspected me, though he didn't let his emotions show. "Care to tell me what you were doing at the center of the Underworld?"

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, I don't want to spoil the surprise," I replied. Thanatos narrowed his eyes, dread filled me, but I quickly squashed it down, absent-mindedly examining my left hand. "Where is Hades anyways?" I asked, trying to fill up the silence.

"On Olympus with the other gods, preparing for war. I was left in charge here. They all consider you dead, or worse. Exactly how did you escape the Pit?" He questioned.

"I climbed," I said cheekily. I tried to tell how long I was out, but it seemed like wherever we were in the Underworld, it was outside of conventional time. "How long was I out for anyhow?" I resorted to asking.

"It has been four days since I found you and two weeks since you closed my doors. Your injuries have healed up nicely in the time you were sleeping."

"Alright, what about my friends?"

"Last I checked, they reached the original Mount Olympus three days ago," He said.

"And the Greeks and Romans?"

"The Romans have found Camp Half-Blood and seem to be preparing to attack in a matter of days."

I got out of bed and stood up, popping my joints and stretching. "I need to get going then, the others won't be able to defeat the giants without proper backup." I looked down at myself and realized I was only wearing white boxers. "You uh, you wouldn't mind, y'know," I said, trying not to blush in embarrassment as I gestured at my body. Thanatos sighed and snapped his fingers, I was surrounded by a blinding light that died to reveal I was now wearing gray jeans, sneakers, and a simple black shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. It had been a long time since I had seen my reflection in something other than my sword, I almost didn't recognize myself. My skin was still tan, but even more scars than I remembered littered my body, which had become more muscular as a result of all the fighting and climbing. My hair was still as wild as ever, but it was longer now, going an inch or two below my chin. What really caught my attention, and was probably the biggest change, were my eyes, they had this certain hardness and coldness in them, a warrior's look that seemed to say "I will destroy you if you get in my way." I looked dangerous.

I felt a weight appear in my pocket, Riptide was back home. I turned back towards the God of Death. "Which ways the exit?"

"I hope this settles my tab for you saving me in Alaska, little demigod. Good luck with your war, you shall need it," Thanatos replied, snapping and flashing me out of the Underworld.

The warm sun shone down on me as a breeze played through the palm trees. The honking of horns and general aimless chatter of people all came to me in an instant. I opened my eyes and breathed in actual air for the first time in a long time. I turned around and read the sign of the building I was standing in front of, and smiled as I realized where I was.

DOA Recording Studios, Los Angeles.

I'm back.

And theres chapter 2, a whole 6kish! I hope satisfying! Now, I need some input from y'all. The story from this point out for some reason shifts into third person, now I personally dont care and will write it that way BUT I would like your opinion on wether you would rather this story stay in first person, with the occasional third person POV coming up OR shift it completely to third person. Feed back is heavily appreciated!!! As always leave a review!

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