Brilliant silver eyes looked down upon me, a look of neutrality on the face those eyes rested. She raised an eyebrow expectantly, and I immediately realised what I was failing to do. I immediately turn around, and kneel to the Moon Goddess, my heart beating a thousand thumps a second.
Was she mad that I had beat her Hunters? Or maybe because I took her Lieutenant's bow? Fuuuck. Why on earth did I make a bet with Zoe! I just wanted to have some fun because I was bored as hell, not to turn this day into some sort of K-Drama! "L-Lady Artemis," I address the very scary looking goddess, "I… It's not what it looks like!"
She raises her eyebrow once more, "Really now, boy? It seems to me that you tricked my Lieutenant into a bet and took her bow as a prize." Ok, maybe it was kind of what it looked like.
"I tried to give it back to her, Lady Artemis, however the Lieutenant refused" At that moment, I was beginning to sweat bullets. I was talking to the same woman who shot 6 kids because their mother called herself more beautiful than Artemis's mother. Artemis was the definition of absolute punishment. "I had no intention in the first place to take her bow." However, I really want to keep the tent. I remember waking up in one when the Hunters took me to their camp, and it was insanely big on the inside despite how small it was on the outside. It would be very useful should I adventure outside the camp.
"And yet whenever you see the Hunter's bows, you cannot help but stare." I attempted to rebuke, but I couldn't find anything to my defence. They were really good bows. "At least it is better than staring at my Hunters." I mean, most of them were not even 16. My interest in them is null and void.
"...I am super sorry, Lady Artemis." I apologise once more, hoping not to get turned into a jackalope. Hell, I'd rather get smite. Surely I've done enough good deeds to get into Elysium. Right? Chilling in Greek Paradise doesn't seem so bad. "I didn't mean for it to get like this." Please don't transform me, please don't transform me, but if you do then at least make me bird!
A smirk came onto the Goddess's face, which kind of scared me even further, "Fear not, boy. I am fully aware of the situation. Did you think I would let a boy near my Lieutenant unsupervised." Oh. She saw the whole thing, huh. "It was Zoe that agreed to the bet, and I have no desire to not let her win her bow back." I let out a sigh in relief. Maybe I'll survive this. "However, I must punish you for making my prized Lieutenant look like a fool."
Ah Fuck.
I say nothing as Artemis walks around me menacingly, "The First Punishment," Wait, there were multiple?! "You shall never mention your bet with Zoe to any mortal or immortal without her permission." Okay, that wasn't so bad. "And as for the Second Punishment… A quest." My eyebrows raise in shock. A quest? Why? How is that meant to be a punishment? "I task thee, Gilgamesh Ashford, with a hunt of a great monster." An almost malicious grin could be seen on the Lady of the Hunt's face, "Within the boundaries of Yellowstone National Park, roams Skorpius, a scorpion taller than a house, is equipped with a poison strong enough to slay a giant. Slay him, and sacrifice the Spoil of War at my Temple."
That… That monster seems familiar. But where did I hear it before? But on a larger note, I had to get to Yellowstone? Isn't that like half a country away? Maybe I could take a plane instead of joyriding a car.
"Should you fail, boy, then a punishment far worse than any other will be placed upon you. So, seeing as you are the son of my brother, I do hope you succeed in this quest." She walks to my back, outside my sight. "Chiron will be informed of this, and I will know if you dare to escape America. You will not like the repercussions. May the Fates have mercy on you and your task"
Suddenly the sound of steps upon grass stops, and I feel alone. I look around, and see no one, so I stand upon my feet, a little confused and distraught by my sudden quest assignment. What the fuck was in Olympus's tap water that made Goddesses want to give me quests at night time? Still, it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Artemis could've cut off my hand, or branded my face. Or turned me into one of her Hunters.
But Skorpius… where have I heard that name?
Hmm… Well I'll ask an Athena kid later. They'll probably know. Right now, I have to deal with Chiron. No doubt the guy is going to have a meltdown.
10 Minutes Later…
The Big House…
"Never in my years, have I met anyone that brings as much untamed chaos like you do, Gilgamesh!" Chiron scolded, his head against the wall, not even looking at me, "The Hunters have been here for less than a day, and somehow you've got a quest from Lady Artemis herself, something that has never happened in the entire existence of this Camp, and have made all the Hunters leave the Camp straight after dinner! They didn't even bother to sleep here! And to top it all off, you took one of their bows!"
I felt pity for the Trainer of Heroes, I really did. But I knew that he'd have a waaay harder time in a couple of years when Percy came to camp. Frankly, I was doing him a favour, since it was basically training him for the crazy shit to come.
"In my defence, Chiron, it's a really good bow." I half-heartedly defended myself. "I mean, it has a bowstring silence. A bowstring silencer. And not only that, it also has an in built-"
"An in-built fan, yes I am aware." Chiron interrupts me, looking at me once more, "Cabin 9 has been begging me to get one for them for the last 300 years. I'm sure they are more than ready to hound you to let them research the bow." Oh damn. I remember when they first saw the Guardian Shield, I didn't see that shield until 3 months later, when they determined that they couldn't recreate it at all.
"But we have bigger concerns right now." I look behind me and see Samuel Mendeleev, Councillor of the Athena Cabin, walk into the Big House, "Lady Artemis sent you after Skorpius, a monster which managed to kill Orion, a Giant and the only male that ever got to hunt alongside Artemis." Ah, that's what she meant when she said the scorpion had poison that could kill a giant.
"Yeah but wasn't the scorpion sent down by Apollo?" I ask, "Shouldn't that make Skorpius okay with me?" I mean, I'd still have to kill it, but I might still get a moment of reprieve before fighting it.
Samuel laughs, while Chiron simply has a morose look on his face, "Ha, you'd think, but not at all. It's clear all Apollo did was guide the beast to Orion, but Skorpius is just a dumb monster that will try to kill anything in sight." He slams several sheets of paper onto the dining table, "Here are the records we have on Skorpius. We believe he's appeared from Tartarus about 45 times over the last 400 years. The Hunters have killed him 39 times whereas we've killed him 6 times." Wait, they have records on monster kills? I mean it makes sense, but I guess I didn't expect it since it was never mentioned in the books.
"How come the Hunters have killed Skorpius so much more than us?" I ask, looking at one of the sheets of paper. It was fascinating. The paper I had listed some of Skorpius's strengths and weaknesses, including poor eyesight, and vulnerability to attacks from its back. It included some theoretical weaknesses that the previous campers couldn't test out.
"It's because Campers only go on Monster-Hunting quests whenever the Hunters are too far from the general location of the monster, or are in the midst of hunting something else, so they send an Iris Message to Chiron and we go out to kill the monster." He explains, as he pulls sheets of newspaper out of a bag, "Usually, we tend to have more kills on a monster, but Skorpius is a much greater kill priority. This is because one time, when he was allowed to live for too long, he managed to poison a town's water source, killing every resident." He points to the headline of one of the newspapers, which showed that the poisoning had resulted in over three thousand people. Though, the newspaper seemed to blame it on the Russians. "That's why the Hunters go kill it as soon as they have the chance."
"Isn't it a bit odd though, that Skorpius is in Yellowstone. It seems that it usually returns in deserts, or at least heads to deserts when he comes back" I say, as I read another analysis sheet. "From the estimated measurements of it, isn't it way too big for it to be comfortable in a forest?"
Samuel scratches his stubble, thinking, "You're right, but if I had to guess, it saw a deer and began to look for it. Since it has a one-track mind, he often travels miles upon miles looking for prey it saw." He put down the paper he was holding, and looked at me, "Now, we should talk about how you're getting to Yellowstone."
"Indeed." Chiron nodded, "Argus can take you to a nearby bus stop, but from there, we cannot assist you further, child."
I shrugged his worry off, "Ah, it's alright. I'll take a flight from JFK."
Samuel raised an eyebrow, "Gill, you know that the Camp doesn't give you enough money for a long flight like that." He was right of course. Usually quest-goers get $100 at the most for their quest, and they usually have to steal from stores or people for any more resources. Lucky for me, my quests from the System gave me a crap ton of money.
"I know, but don't worry about that, I have a solution to that" I waved off. Samuel looks at me for a minute before sighing, realising that I wouldn't give him any more information regarding money. "Anyway, I'll take a plane to Jackson, and then get a coach to a town near Yellowstone where I'll find a tour guide group that'll hopefully take me deep into the forest where I'll begin my search for Skorpius. Though I'm a little confused as to where Artemis's Temple is." As far as I am aware there weren't any Temples for her in the US.
"Well, Gilgamesh, Artemis doesn't have a temple, per se." Chiron informed me, "Rather in at least every major city in America, there is a women's shelter that also functions as a semi-temple for Artemis. Wait a minute, I believe I have a leaflet." He goes to one of the bookshelves, and grabs what seems to be a leaflet that was stuck between two books. He hands it to me, and I quickly flick through it. There seemed to be a side for mortals, and a side for demigods, and fortunately for me, there was a shelter in Jackson, so I'll have to stop by there on my way back to Camp Halfblood.
"Well, I guess you've got your travel plans sorted." Samuel comments, clearly miffed that he didn't get to make some sort of calculated and complicated plan. "Do you know who you'll take with you on your quest?" Did the guy hope I would take him? Nah, I think he just wanted to have a say in who went on the quest.
"Oh yeah, Icarus is coming." As if on cue, the Friendly Neighbourhood Phoenix swooped in through the window, and onto my head. I feel him ruffle his feathers on my head, before resting in my hair like a nest. "It'll be a good work experience." He chirped, though like usual the sounds meant nothing since he didn't know any real communication as a 1 month old.
"Ok…" Samuel nodded, though clearly weirded out, "But who else?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, petting Icarus's chin.
I could see Samuel holding in the urge to shout at me. "I… Gill, who else will you be taking on your quest? Even if we count… Icarus, you still need one more companion."
"Oh, yeah. Nah, I think I'll just take Icarus with me." I was met with the shocked faces of Samuel and Chiron. Ah, if only I had an I-Phone, I would've totally taken a picture of the two.
"Gilgamesh, you can't simply go half the country away to fight a powerful monster by yourself." A chirp could be heard interrupting Chiron, causing the centaur to sigh, "By yourself and Icarus. At least take an older camper to keep an eye on you." He was probably right. Thing is, I'm not like other kids. Unlike them, I'm responsible and smart.
"...Nah, I'm good." I say, after pretending to think on the idea. Sure I could take someone with me, but the only people I'd consider taking were too young for me to actually consider them. I could take Thalia, but she was trash at sneaking, which was what I needed. And as for Luke, I'd rather he enjoy his reprieve before Hermes sends him off on the quest where he gets that scar on his eye.
Chiron was about to rebuke me, before Samuel stops him, and smirks at me, "Let me handle this Chiron. If I can get Annabeth to stop reading for an hour, then I can convince Gill to let him take another person on his quest."
Huh. How confident.
10 Hours Later...
By the Road to the City…
I wave back my goodbyes to some of the Campers who had decided to see me off, with Samuel moping by a rock. He'd spent about an hour last night trying to get me to take someone, but I tuned him out after 5 minutes.
I entered Argus's coach, and we quickly began to speed towards the bus stop that'll take me to the airport. With free time available, I decide to look at the rewards I got for beating the Hunters at Capture the Flag.
Quest Completed!
Hunter or Prey?
Surprise! The Hunters are at Camp, and are more than ready to whoop some Halfblood ass, which the demigods at Camp have unfortunately gotten used to. Though, it's possible that a certain Gamer could break such a tradition.
Objective: Compete in today's game of Capture the Flag against the Hunters of Artemis
Rewards: EXP, 200 Stat Points, $5000, Techno-Binoculars, Night Sky Jacket
As always, the EXP and money were a welcome sight, and the number of Stat Points was most pleasing to see. And the Techno-Binoculars weren't exactly outstanding, but they were still useful. Essentially, it was a normal pair of binoculars that had a larger range of zooming, infrared vision, the ability to detect sudden sounds, and can even follow scents by turning scent trails into a visible thing. It was extremely useful for hunting, but in straight up combat, it wasn't optimal.
But the Night Sky Jacket was very interesting, and was something I immediately equipped. Fortunately, I was still able to keep my Hydra Scale Chestplate, which would be necessary because of its poison resistance. But as for the Jacket, it was most likely modelled after the jackets the Hunters wore, although my one was a deep black colour, and had a white fur coating. Since it looked pretty cool, I decided to make it visible, which admittedly looked a bit odd over my orange Camp Halfblood shirt.
But the Night Sky Jacket's aesthetic wasn't the only benefit of my new clothing option. The Jacket also increased my Stealth skill by a lot, had temperature regulation so that I couldn't get too hot or cold, increased resistance to element-based attacks, and it even blocked my scent. It was perfect for my quest.
As I assigned my Stat Points, I realised that Argus's coach had stopped, and looking outside, I realised that I had arrived at the bus stop that would take me to JFK. I leave the coach, tipping Argus with a Drachma, and take a seat by the bus stop, watching Argus leave back to camp.
If the bus timetable is right, the next bus that stops by comes in about 30 minutes. Perfect. Maybe I can finally make some headway into reading Game of Thrones. Perhaps the books can redeem the show.
4 Hours Later…
JFK Airport…
A Plane…
With a yawn, I took my seat that was within the First Class section of the plane. Funnily enough, it was my first time in First Class in either of my lives. And lucky for me, I had the entire plane more or less to myself. Apparently, there was a storm warning, though the airline had said that it wouldn't affect the flight. Nevertheless, most people had decided to reschedule the flight, and even then, it wasn't as if the flight was originally packed. After all, it was June. Most people were taking flights outside the US, not within.
After reading for a bit, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and looking around, I see a young girl with choppy and even brown hair and tan skin. She had bright emerald eyes, and parts of her hair were braided in strands. "Hey there," She greets, in a chirpy voice, "What are ya' reading?" I immediately close my book, not wanting a child to even know the existence of Game of Thrones.
"...Nothing." I answer, as I put the book aside, "Can I… help you with something?" I was honestly not in the mood to deal with little kids. Frankly, I was enjoying the break from camp.
"Yup!" She says, "Can you give me your book?" As if I were a mere servant, my hand shoots to the book, before immediately halting before I could touch. There is a minor shot of pain in my mind, which dissipates quickly. I see a notification from the corner of my eye.
Mental Compulsion blocked by Gamer's Mind!
"No, I don't think I will." I smirk, internally laughing at the girl's shell shocked face. With a quick use of Observe, my grin turned into a light chuckle, "I guess you're not used to someone refusing you, Piper McLean" The girl in question takes a step back clearly frightened that I broke out of her Charmspeak.
"Wh-What!? How did you-"
"Resist your request? Well let's just say that you're not the only special person in the world." I won't tell her about the existence of the Gods and stuff, but why not help her understand her own powers. Who knows? She might be able to handle it better than her canon self.
"You can make people do things too?" She exclaims, excited, "Is that why it doesn't work on you? Can you teach me how to control it?" Damn, she is way too excited at the premise of controlling anyone, for a 7-year-old.
"No, I can't." I shake my head, causing her frown, "But I can do cooler stuff. Look." With a single wave of my hand, I create and manipulate light with Photokinesis, and create a drawing of Piper's face out of the light. She gasps, smiling in wonder. I suppose in my previous life, I would've been awed by it as well, but now I'm pretty much used to it.
"Woah! You have more than one superpower! I only got one! That's so unfair!" Piper moans, like the child she is. Come on kid, some people don't have powers at all! Geez, now I'm sounding like a parent. I'll just blame Piper for that I guess.
"I mean, you don't have just one power." I grin, whilst she furrowed her brows in confusion, "Après tout, tu peux me comprendre" Ah, Allspeak was so fun.
"Duh, bien sûr que je peux vous comprendre!" Piper responds, before a few seconds pass by and she realises what just happened. "...Oh mon Dieu! Je parle français!" At this point, I was laughing aloud, which caused Piper to flush in embarrassment. Well, I'm sure she'll enjoy passing her oral French exams, should she have any.
"See, you have more than one gift, and who knows, maybe you have more." Personally, I doubt it, but I've heard from the Aphrodite Cabin that they sometimes get kids who are able to control the emotions of others, though I don't remember Piper doing it in the books, though it is still possible she has the power.
"Wow, this is so awesome!" She says with a wide grin, "I can't wait to tell Dad." Oh no, that won't do. He's smarter than Piper for now, and if he connects the dots, then he might go insane like he did in the books.
Before Piper could run off to wherever her dad was, I grab her arm, and with my far larger Strength stat, I stop her in her tracks, "Oh no, you don't." A look of annoyance comes onto her face, and I sigh, "If you do, your father will go insane." Shock and fear engulfs the child's emotions, and I feel a little bad for scaring her like this, "People without powers can't… understand our powers. It breaks their mind, and makes them crazy. It's better for them to think we're just really talented at stuff."
Piper was clearly conflicted, it seems she still had a good relationship with her dad, meaning he wasn't a celebrity yet. "A- Are you sure? I don't want to lie to dad. And Grandpa Tom told me stories about what happens to people who lie." Geez. Luck I happen to put a ton of points into Charisma.
"It's not lying if you're doing it to protect someone." I say, blatantly ignoring that I was probably changing a child's morality and ethics which would affect the rest of her life. "And it would make using your powers easier. You could get bullies to stop being mean to people, you could get robbers to return their stolen items, and maybe you could help make the world a better place!" I was very careful to make sure that I didn't mention all the 'evil' things she could do with her powers, though I suppose she was already fated to be a hero, so it wouldn't matter what I say.
And it seems the young girl liked what I had to say, judging by her smile, "Fine. I won't tell Dad." Phew, that's a relief, though I am little concerned as to the potential butterfly effect this conversation may cause.
"By the way, where is your dad?" I ask, looking about. Was he in the Economy Class or Business Class? I guess it made sense. If I remember correctly, Piper's dad wasn't well off till he got a lead role in a movie which kick started his acting career.
"Oh he's in the pilot room." She says, pointing towards the plane's cockpit, "He's friends with the pilot, so we even got to ride for free!" At this point, Piper takes a seat next to me, completely ignoring that she wasn't actually meant to. "So, where are you going?"
I sigh, realising that she probably wasn't going to leave me be. "Jackson. I'm visiting Yellowstone. You?"
"Woah, I've always wanted to go to Yellowstone. I heard there's deers!" Kids. So simple-minded. "Me and Dad are going to LA, because Dad's job is happening there." Makes sense. The plane is meant to stop at Los Angeles Airport before heading to Jackson. And considering Piper's dad is an actor, naturally his work is going to be in LA, where Hollywood is. "Hey… What's your name anyway?"
Oh right. I haven't actually told her my name.
"Gill. Gill Ashford." I say, introducing myself to her. Huh. Maybe I've made a friend. Kinda sad that it's a 7-year-old.
"Okay Gill!" She smiles, though… this smile seemed a little devious, "You got any candy?"
I sigh, as I begin to take out some Skittles from my Inventory. This was going to be a long fucking plane ride.
4 Hours Later…
My attention was suddenly taken away from my book, as the rumbling of thunder could be easily heard. The sound of a pilot came from speakers, saying that the thunder wasn't 'that bad' and it would pass soon. I doubt that.
Light snores came from Piper, who was sleeping like a baby on her luxury first class seat. She dozed off almost 30 minutes into a random, meaningless conversation we were having. Ah, it's a relief that kids are so easily bored.
I walked to a window seat and looked outside. I don't know why I did it, but something felt off. Looking out, I gulped as I saw that the plane was wrapped in dark black clouds, sparks of lightning could be seen within the darkness. It… wasn't natural. And then, when I looked further, I saw a line. And all of a sudden, that line opened up, revealing a large, feral eye, with pitch black pupil, and a large yellow iris. And then the plane began shaking.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I rush away from the window, and to the sleeping body of Piper. "Di Immortales! Wake up Piper!" I shout, shaking the girl. Slowly, the 7-year-old gets up, and rubs her eyes.
"What's the matter?" She asks with a yawn.
"Get a parachute." Without explaining anything else, I ran to the cockpit, where Piper's dad, and the pilots should be at. I pulled the leader, but it was closed. Shit. I conjure a large Heliosphere and melt down the steel door. As I step into the cockpit, I am met with shocked faces of several adults, including the two air hostesses I haven't seen since the beginning of the flight. Judging by the champagne glasses in their hands, I guess they were having a party. Without me! "Hey, I hate to ruin a good party, but the storm is getting really bad. We need to get parachutes or begin an emergency landing."
One of the men, one who was in a seat, so presumably the pilot, laughed, "Ha! Don't worry kid! The planes have been through worse." But I doubt it's been through some fucking storm monster! "Now, tell me, how did you melt through that door?" Mortals, they only focus on the little things.
"For fucks sake, you amathés, look at your goddamn cockpit tools! They're not for decorations!" I snarl, and even used an Ancient Greek insult, which only really happened when I got particularly angry.
The pilot sighs, and turns to the gallery of radars and measuring equipment used for checking the weather. After a few seconds, the pilot's eyes go wide, and a single word comes from his mouth. "Shit."
And in a flash of lightning, the plane shakes to its very core, and I see that the champagne the adults were drinking had spilled over their faces. As they deserved.
As if realising the situation they were in, one of the men, who was insanely handsome, rushes past me, and begins to shout, "Piper! Piper! Come here!", followed by the young girl saying, "Dad! Look! I've got a parachute! Doesn't it look cool on me?"
Damn, Aphrodite was one lucky woman.
The other adults follow suit, as they go past me, presumably to get a parachute. Luckily, I had put one in my Inventory earlier. Unfortunately, the pilot had also left, not even putting in the effort of trying to land the plane. Guess it was up to ol' Gill. At the very least, I should be able to get the plane beneath the black clouds long enough for everyone to safely jump out without being eaten by whatever monster was attacking us. I mean, I've played Airplane Simulator. That should be good enough, right?
I sit down in the cockpit, and put my hands around the steering wheel of the plane. I then realised I had no clue as to what I was doing. And the smell of smoke wasn't helping. Regardless, I remember every time in media, when a plane needed to swoop high. The characters would always say to "pull up". Therefore, to get beneath the storm cloud, I had to push down! Was it dumb? Probably. Was it the best idea I had? Fuck yes.
And as I steered down the control wheel. I couldn't see if we were going up or down, but judging by the fact that a metre called the "altitude metre" was decreasing, meant that I was succeeding. Thank the gods I had a seatbelt on, as judging by the shouts from the adults who left the cockpit, I was descending the plane in a full vertical position.
Quickly enough, I saw a break in the clouds, and as the plane went through it, I grinned, and I finally saw the actual sky. I let the plane descend a bit more, letting us get further away from the mystery monster, which I'm sure was not yet aware that we had escaped its grasp, and then I slightly pulled up the plane so that it would be horizontal. Perfect for us to jump out.
I run out of the cockpit, and grimace as I see that both the wings had caught on fire. I rush to the door of the aeroplane, and press open an emergency unlocker, which allows me to open the door without a key. Thankfully the plane was relatively stationary in the air, meaning there wasn't a big gust of wind trying to suck me out of the plane. "Everyone!" I shout, getting their attention, "We need to jump!"
The adults all looked at one another, and nodded. It seems they must've discussed the situation whilst I was manoeuvring the plane. The sky hostesses were the first to jump out, and for a few seconds, I watched them free falling. The pilot and the co-pilot jumped out next, and the pilot apologised for laughing at me when I broke into the cockpit. Though I waved it off, and I have to admit, it was pretty gratifying.
Then Piper, and her hot dad are next, with Piper holding onto her Dad. Tristan McLean, thanks me for helping his "baby girl", and Piper says bye, and to "not die". I smile. What a kid.
And then, I was the last one left. I look down from the plane. So much fucking sky. But it was now or never. With a running start, I leap out of the plane, and begin to free fall, making sure I could see everyone else who had jumped. After half a minute, I felt relieved, thinking that the worst had passed.
Instead, the sounds of an explosion rings in my ears, as I look up to see that the aeroplane had exploded. It seems the monster was coming. The force of the explosion pushes me down further, and out of worry, I pull the string of the parachute on my back.
Nothing happens.
I pull the string again.
Nothing happens.
"Fuck!" I shout, though the sounds are washed away by the wind in my face. I hear the rumble of the thunder, but this time it sounded closer to the roar of a beast. I threw the parachute off me, annoyed that it didn't work.
I got closer and closer to the ground, and the storm monster was also gaining speed. I had one shot left. Something that was completely at risk, and I doubted it would work at all.
But I had no choice, and I needed to use it, fear of my own self-worth be damned.
From my inventory, I call upon a golden cloud, and with a single shout, with all the air within my body, I scream:
"NIMBUUUS!"
Author's Notes: Whoo! What a chapter! Last bit was very fun to write.
Anyway, sorry guys for the delay. Unfortunately I've had to move houses this week, and that was a bitch and half.
Hopefully I can deliver the chapter on time next week, but there's a chance I might be too fatigued or busy with settling the new house.
But on a happier note, we're on chapter 20! A lovely milestone, even if I had half-expected that we'd reach chapter 30 or 50 by now.
And more happier: WE HAVE 1000 FOLLOWERS! LET'S FUCKING GOOO! And GG to NorvAJ, who I believe was my 1000th follower, though I'm not too sure.
And along with that, THIS STORY HAS SURPASSED 100,000 WORDS! That's awesome! I had never thought that we'd ever reach this far! Thank you everyone for supporting me enough to reach here!
Anyway, here's something fun. Whoever guesses the monster that caused the aeroplane to crash, I'll shout out their name in the Author's Notes of the next chapter!
Anyway, here are Gill's Player Profile
Name: Gilgamesh Ashford
Age: 9
Level: 44
Title: Halfblood Resident
HP: 6710/6710
MP: 7270/7270
Stats
Strength: 206
Agility: 250
Endurance: 181
Charisma: 255
Intelligence: 200
Willpower: 285
Luck: 200
Stat Points: 0