Chapter 17: Eclipsing Haze

Jason's mind hadn't been given a moment of rest since the meeting on Olympus. The meeting where he'd learned that Annabeth was alive. And that she'd saved his life. And that she'd been working with a primordial. The meeting where he'd learned that Percy was alive. And that he'd been the one trying to kill him. And that he'd been working with a different and evil primordial.

The meeting where said primordials had apparently been freed to wage their wars on earth. The meeting where Jason's father had abandoned Olympus and all but sided with the monster trying to end civilization. The meeting where… honestly, what the Hades hadn't happened at that meeting?

And somehow, somehow, all of that had become old news in the less-than two days since the assembly on Olympus. Thankfully, Jason was in the same boat as all of the shocked demigods who were being caught up on everything, which included the meeting. Several hundred Greek and Roman demigods had gathered in the Principia of New Rome after an urgent call by the camp's leadership.

Reyna spoke from atop a raised podium while flanked by Hazel and Frank, both of whom wore grim expressions after already being briefed on the situation. One floor beneath the daughter of Bellona, the open central atrium was a throng of shifting bodies as everyone listened, visibly uncomfortable, at the retelling of the events that'd transpired in Olympus' throne room.

Jason had relegated himself to the outskirts of the Principia's open center, slinking between the horrified demigods on the edges as they looked up at Reyna. Having been at the meeting himself, he didn't need to relive the experience that'd torn apart his entire worldview. Reyna had already reached the part of the story where Zeus had decided to leave Olympus with four other Olympians in tow, and Jason couldn't silence the throbbing in his skull.

Gasping demigods and their impending uproar faded to background as Jason wrestled with the entire last year of his life. He'd betrayed and all but killed two of his friends. He'd lost the rest, none stinging worse than Piper, who he still loved, Leo, who never spoke to him anymore, and Frank, who'd come to feel disgusted with himself for the decisions they'd made. Jason had also become a god and constructed his own fort at Camp Jupiter. All in service to his father, someone he'd admired who'd filled his head with dreams of glory and a legacy as the greatest Hero of Olympus.

That same god had abandoned their home without a second glance. And Jupiter's decision had ruptured the dam in Jason. The prideful dam that'd held back Jason's horror towards himself for everything he'd helped orchestrate. There was no glory anymore. No promise of heroism. No lust for more power or status or strength or anything else that came alongside kingly, arrogant ambition.

There was only regret, and it had come in the form of nightmares. Jason might as well have been asleep for centuries last night because that'd be the only way to explain the bombardment he'd experienced. He'd imagined everything he must have put Percy and Annabeth through. When he'd let them fall into Tartarus. When they'd ventured across that hellscape with only each other. When they'd seemingly died down there, and then the unknown horrors they must have gone through afterwards. Jason had woken up shouting a dozen times throughout the night, and he didn't think he'd ever have another good night's sleep again.

Though they'd both miraculously survived, Jason knew he'd been the one to condemn them, regardless of whether or not he'd physically carried it out. He knew that. They knew that. All of his former friends did, too. Frank may have sided with him for a while, but every day of the last several months of the demigod's life had been spent working closely with Hazel and Reyna in an attempted repentance. Apparently, that had included being one of the first people recruited for the secret demigod rebellion, which was what Reyna was talking about now.

Jason had no idea how he hadn't even heard of it. It'd apparently been started by Nico, Thalia, Reyna, and Leo. They'd colluded through Iris Messages, and their efforts had increased exponentially after monsters had vanished from earth those months ago. Nobody had understood it at the time, but Jason knew now that the disappearance must've been Tartarus' doing for the coming war. Piper had recently joined the demigod cause as well, and just the thought of her made Jason's chest ache.

She was somewhere in the Principia, too, and he wanted nothing more than to go find her. Even if it wasn't a conscious decision, it was why Jason was on his third round of pacing the circumference of all of the gathered demigods. If he could just catch a glance of Piper, he could go to her. There was no delusion in his mind that it'd do him any good romantically, but he needed a friend right now more than he ever had before. Reyna's next words wrenched him from his thoughts.

"–the rebellion camp's invasion ended when Hera was definitively killed by Percy Jackson after he escaped Tartarus."

A tirade of questions exploded from the crowd of demigods while Jason's head snapped to the second floor where the podium was situated. A dozen of his own questions formed, but they silenced in an instant alongside everyone else's when two gods shimmered into existence.

Pluto and Diana had materialized in front of Frank and Hazel. All of the demigods present dropped to kneel before Pluto gestured for them to rise. Reyna straightened herself and solemnly turned to address them.

"Lady Diana, Lord Pluto. I was just about to inform everyone about the state of Olympus; Nico filled me in earlier in the day. Is everything alright?"

Diana nodded at the demigod.

"As alright as it can be. Thank you, Reyna. We have come for precautionary support while Apollo and Hestia are at Camp Half-Blood as they prepare our next move."

"Carry on," Pluto added as he traced the silent armada of demigods staring up at them.

Reyna cleared her throat before she revealed the events that'd led to the remaining gods being driven from Olympus.

*Flashback*

Every hair on the back of Athena's neck stood on end, and she understood the reason a fraction of a second later. Astride Zeus' throne, a clawed hand ripped open a portal, granting entrance to the Primordial of the Pit. Tartarus strode through the burning hole wearing his disgusting smile stretched over his taut skin as red haze wafted from his domain into the throne room. The gods were already moving, all weapons held tightly, when a foreign face emerged from inside the portal.

The throne room's residents were only stunned for a moment, but that might as well have been an eternity for the creature. All anyone saw was the blur of a massive horned skull and a thirty-foot frame plated in mottled armor as it tore into the Hall of the Gods. Oryx had already run halfway down the U-shape of thrones when the gods all struck at once.

Hades launched a javelin alongside Athena's thrown spear. Artemis and Apollo combined dozens of arrows in a fragment of an instant. Hestia unleashed streams of fire, and Aphrodite flicked both of her twin knives. The Goddess of Love stumbled back as all of the projectiles struck Oryx at once, forcing rivers of black blood from him, but his course didn't shift from its beeline towards her. At the last moment, she dove out of the way and towards the central hearth, realizing far too late that her body itself was never the intended target.

Oryx slashed with both of his claws and spat a sea of acid, shredding into Aphrodite's throne, before his entire hulking body barreled straight through it. The seat of power exploded in a shower of marble and stone while the injured monster stumbled to a heaving stop on the other side. Screeching through breaths like a freight train, Oryx wheezed as he wheeled towards the rest of the gods and flexed his black talons.

But the gods had already shifted their attention, and Tartarus had as well. Their collective gaze was fixated on Aphrodite as the goddess fell to her knees, all color drained from her face. Her hands rushed to the ground, bracing her upright, but anybody could see that she was fighting a losing battle. Aphrodite's beautiful skin shifted ashen as her breathing shallowed. Tears welled in the goddess' eyes while her listless gaze loosely traced the remnants of her surrounding family.

The strength in her arms waned quickly, forcing her closer to the floor as her breaths became further labored. The rest of the gods stood in silence, as did Tartarus, and watched the goddess begin to fade into wisps of grey smoke. The rubble that had formerly been her throne discolored quickly, erasing any trace of its unique splendor for the Goddess of Love. Its power vanished, claiming its former patron alongside it.

"We made the right choice."

The final whispers of Aphrodite's harrowed voice emblazoned themselves in the minds of every god present. They all spun at once back towards Tartarus, who still held the same gut-wrenching smile, and Oryx screeched again as he leaned to charge forward. Just before all hell broke loose, an explosion of thunder and lightning erupted.

Beside Zeus' throne, the absconded King of the Gods emerged with Demeter, Hephaestus and Hermes. All four ventured an uncomfortable glance at the open portal on the opposite side of the throne before they turned their attention to the gathered deities and monsters. Zeus' expression shifted to rage in the general direction of just about everyone. Oryx bounded toward Apollo.

"STOP!" Zeus boomed.

The demand would have changed nothing if Tartarus hadn't held out his own arm in tandem. Oryx heeled, freezing his charge and silencing his raucous shriek in an instant, as he turned his horned head towards the malevolent primordial. The allied gods' weapons dipped while their enemies enacted the presumed ceasefire. It didn't take more than a glance at Tartarus' expression to know that the events were unfolding exactly as he wanted them to.

"Welcome, Zeus," the primordial grated, mockingly twirling his taloned hand in acknowledgement.

"Stop," Zeus repeated, his gaze shifting between Aphrodite's broken throne and his own standing one, "Stop."

Tartarus conjured his sickles and dropped them before nodding towards Oryx, who let his skeletal shoulders sink and embedded blue eyes dim. If anything so twistedly monstrous could look relaxed, Oryx did.

"Could I make it any more apparent that I have stopped?" Tartarus mused before addressing the entire room, "I am not interested in a banal victory through simply destroying Olympus' thrones. A fierce, bloody war would be much more enjoyable."

"Then what was that?!" Zeus shouted, gesturing with his Master Bolt towards the throne that'd recently become rubble.

Tartarus laughed, and the loose stones shook under the weight of the sound.

"A balancing adjustment for your front of the war. Six versus four did not seem fair enough; your group of defecting Olympians would have been far too easily defeated by the six, now five, that remained here."

All of the gods stood in silence for a moment. Tartarus had killed Aphrodite for the sake of a "fair" match. This entire war was a game to him, an activity that may result in the end of all sentient life on earth. And the primordial would have Olympians on his side, whatever their justification.

"You did that for nothing. We are five, not four," Zeus spat, his eyes narrowed.

A glint shone in Tartarus' malevolent eyes before he glanced at Athena, who looked as equally indignant as Zeus.

"Ah, so none of you have heard yet. Well, Zeus, your wife's invasion of the forested camp you all discovered did not go as planned. Athena, extend my congratulations to your daughter on her victory, though my treacherous champion did steal the final blow."

The Primordial of the Pit didn't give the gods more than a few seconds to let the idea sink in. He spread his hands as he rose to his divine height, towering over the thrones that still stood. Athena tightened her grip on her spear, as did the rest of her allies on their own weapons, and tensed to lunge forward. But her strength failed her at the exact moment that a dozen more portals ripped through reality and welcomed the depths of hell to the overworld.

Monsters poured in from the endless pit, relishing their return to the mortal plane as they tore into the throne room of Olympus. Hundreds at a time, they spread like a sea into the Hall of the Gods as they barreled towards the stunned Olympians. But mere lesser monsters could never be the cause of fear among the gods themselves. What had them horrified was the hellish atmosphere that had coalesced alongside the monstrous invasion.

A stifling blanket of red haze had draped the entirety of the throne room, momentarily choking the gods as the acidic air of Tartarus found a new home on Olympus. The open sky above darkened considerably before all of the visible stars vanished under the harsh red glow that'd washed over the domain. The moon became lost behind a massive shadow accompanying the new atmosphere, the celestial body stifled beneath the environment embodied by hell itself.

The entire city of Olympus darkened into a dim glow of only red, all moonlight unilaterally silenced by the hand of Tartarus. Inside the throne room, hellhounds and telkhines and empousae and every other race of monsters shouted in an orchestra as they breathed in the world they'd been kept from for months. They seemed to be avoiding the Olympians entirely, surely under instructions from Tartarus, but it didn't stop dozens of them from trying to climb onto the surrounding thrones.

They clamored as towers of bodies onto the elevated seats, only to learn a fatal lesson. As the towers' triumphant spearheads landed on the symbols of the gods, they shrieked. Dozens of monsters at once found themselves incinerated by the thrones that directly linked to the power of the Olympians, and they learned from their mistakes as the survivors tumbled down their towers. Tartarus ignored the army entirely; they would never disobey him and attack the seats themselves.

The Primordial of the Pit eyed the Olympians beneath him, each god an oasis surrounded by a sea of monsters that didn't dare strike them just yet. He shooed with both hands while his armada tore past the throne room doors and into the city of Olympus itself.

"Leave now. Call Hemera. Gather your children. And experience your world's Eclipse."

From where the moon should have been, the shadow in the sky glowed with a violent red hue, and six gods vanished from the throne room of Olympus.

*Flashback End*

The horrified silence of the Principia was only interrupted by the hiccup of stifled sobbing. Jason made a beeline towards the sound, shoving through stunned demigods while his own mind worked to comprehend the events they'd all just been informed of. Everyone was rightfully devastated by the idea of Olympus being overrun by the evil primordial, but Jason's priority was that Aphrodite was dead and that the sound was Piper crying.

He shouldered between two more demigods and found himself in a clearing of space near the center of the atrium. Piper was on her knees, her head in her hands as she sobbed. Thalia knelt over her, wrapping her fellow huntress in an embrace as she whispered soothingly to her. Seeing them, Jason paused for a moment until his eyes traced the surrounding huntresses that had forced back the circle for Piper.

All of them eyed him warily, several gripping either their bows or unsheathing their knives. But the looming danger of the huntresses didn't compare to Thalia's hateful gaze as she snapped up and eyed her brother. The daughter of Zeus squeezed Piper's shoulder before she righted herself and took slow steps towards the former Praetor of Rome.

Jason heard the slap before he felt it. The crack of Thalia's palm against the side of his face echoed across the atrium. All heads turned towards them only for Reyna to begin speaking about their next moves, dragging attention away from the tense circle of huntresses. Jason kept his eyes closed until the ringing in his head silenced and the stinging in his face slowly faded. He reopened them to find Thalia crying, and only then did Jason realize he was too. Tears fell freely from his eyes, and he knew they weren't in response to the pain on the side of his face.

"I'm sorry," Jason whispered, "I know it changes nothing, but I'm so sorry."

Thalia gritted her teeth, but her hand fell to her side. She didn't acknowledge Jason's words directly, instead turning on her heel and making her way back to Piper. When Jason followed, the surrounding huntresses moved to strike only to freeze when Thalia shook her head sharply. Both siblings knelt next to Piper, each one placing a hand on her back.

"Piper."

The daughter of Aphrodite choked back a sob before her red-rimmed gaze shifted to Jason. Her cheeks were stained by a river of tears, her eyes painted with both anger and anguish. She found her voice.

"Why are you here?" the huntress hissed, but her words hitched.

Her tone made Jason's heart ache. Thalia ventured a glance at him, and her glare softened by a fraction after seeing his expression as his tears continued to fall. The daughter of Zeus stepped away, giving them a moment as she instead shifted her attention to Reyna's continuing speech.

"Because I caused all of this," Jason murmured, "and I need to tell you I'm sorry. I made a thousand different mistakes, and even after the worst one, I didn't acknowledge you at all. I was blinded by my ego and my dreams, and I lost sight of everything."

His voice broke.

"I'm the reason your mom is dead, Piper. And I can't imagine how much you must hate me by now, but I still want to be there for you. In any way that I can, even if there's nothing I'll ever be able to do for anyone to make up for all of this."

To his abject shock, Piper lunged forward and hugged him. Jason sobbed as he buried his head into her shoulder. He wrapped her tightly, and she mirrored him. He knew this wasn't any sort of gesture of forgiveness, just an acknowledgement that they were both in pain, but he wouldn't think of asking for anything more.

"You did make a thousand different mistakes," Piper whispered through her tears, "and I don't know if they'll ever be moved past."

She shuddered as she hugged him tighter.

"But I made mistakes too, and I want to tell you what Annabeth told me; the only way to go now is forward. You coming here and saying those things is a step in the right direction."

Jason bit back more of his tears.

"Thank you," he said as they pulled apart.

Thalia tapped both of their shoulders as the demigods in the atrium began to shuffle loudly. Centurions barked orders, and the demigods responded with even more movement.

"Alright, it's time to go," Thalia snapped, addressing the huntresses as she wiped her eyes, "Go through the Labyrinth to Camp Half-Blood. They're waiting there."

Piper and Jason looked around as all of the huntresses vanished from the atrium in the direction of their Lieutenant's assignment.

"What's going on?" Piper asked as the Principia quickly emptied, and the camp's leadership vanished from the upper podium.

"Reyna just finished giving assignments. We're going to take back Olympus, and Camp Half-Blood is where we're gathering first. Hemera, the rest of the Olympians, and Percy and Annabeth are already there." Thalia's face broke out into the smallest of smirks. "I guess instead of a civil war, we're staging a revolution."

Piper laughed softly, and Jason eyed the two of them curiously before returning to the matter at hand.

"Alright, let's go. I can just teleport us all there together."

Thalia's gaze shifted nervously from Jason to Piper, and they shared a knowing nod. The Lieutenant of the Hunt retreated from Principia without another word. Jason waited for a response from Piper, who looked at him uncomfortably.

"Jason, it's good that you want to help," she began slowly, "but I think you should travel separately."

"To Camp Half-Blood? I guess I can, but what difference does it make?" he asked incredulously, unsure why that would require an ominous silent exchange.

Piper's expression became visibly distressed, and Jason couldn't help but think she was recalling an unpleasant memory.

"No. To Olympus."

She didn't give Jason a moment to respond.

"I'm not really sure about the specifics, none of us are, but something is extremely wrong with Percy."

She explained what had happened in Nico's tent, telling Jason that Percy had gone nearly feral at the sight of her, and the only reason she wasn't dead was that his entire body had been broken and Annabeth had wrestled him down. Jason's expression quickly turned horrified as he recalled the terror he'd felt while standing against the black warrior in Camp Jupiter. Piper steadied him with a hand on his forearm.

"Percy's pretty much healed now, and tensions are obviously extremely high. You can fight for Olympus; there's going to be more than enough chaos to hide you, but you can't come to Camp Half-Blood first. If he sees you there–" Piper paused, "For all of the problems we've had, I don't want you to die."

Jason swallowed the lump in his throat as Piper withdrew from the atrium, leaving him alone in it. He knew he had to stand and fight with everyone else, and if that meant waiting until the battle had begun, so be it. The young god took a deep breath before vanishing in a flash of light.

(Line Break)

Olympus was hell. Bodies of residents that hadn't been quick enough to escape or divine enough to teleport away littered the streets. Haze had enveloped the entirety of the city, the environment only made more harrowing by the shadowed moon that cast a blood-red glow over everything within its reach.

The city's defense systems had been commandeered by monsters. Onagers and ballistae the size of small houses stood atop the godly city's buildings, all manned by telkhines and empousae raring to fire them. They'd already wasted half of their ammo, seen in the quarter of the city that lay as wasted, flaming rubble that had collapsed atop residents and monsters alike. But now, all of the weapons were trained in the same direction: the bridge that connected Olympus to its mortal entrance.

And on the far side of that bridge, out of range of the siege weapons, stood an alliance of gods, demigods, and a primordial. Hemera stood out front, her glowing blade in her hands and her body draped in an elegant set of pristine white armor. Percy and Annabeth flanked her sides, both demigods staring straight ahead as each of them exuded their own rights of power. Five Olympians stood behind the trio, all of them battle-ready, though wearing horrified expressions at what their home had become.

But the sight on the opposite side of the bridge was far more abhorrent. Ignoring the ceaseless sea of monsters reeling to charge onto the connecting overpass, all attention fell onto the lineup at their forefront. Tartarus stood with Oryx at his side, the towering pair's repugnance needing no introduction as they leered at their opponents. Still, the most devastating sight was Zeus shifting on the primordial's other side.

Percy took a single step back when his eyes traveled from the three nervous Olympians standing behind Zeus to the weapon held by the King of the Gods. The Master Bolt had returned to its former glory and then some. It sparked brightly, constantly erupting with thin tendrils of lightning, but the sparks themselves had become orange. The demigod felt the same vengeance emanating from the huge bolt of lightning that he did from his own weapon.

"Tartarus blessed the Master Bolt," Percy said immediately, "It kills gods just as easily as mortals. And it's the worst pain in the world because it shreds your soul."

Before anyone on his side could respond, Tartarus released his earth-shaking laugh from the other side of the bridge.

"I see you have taken note, champion," the primordial spat the word like poison, "Zeus has pledged his allegiance after learning your lover defeated Hera. I thought why not let him kill your companion the same way you finished off his wife?"

Percy's entire body shook as his helm's eyes burned red. The earth beneath him cratered while cracks spidered in every direction. He tensed his legs to bound forward, uncaring of the signal his allies were waiting on, when a hand grasped his shoulder. Warmth flooded through the demigod, the enveloping grasp of the spring sun, and his gaze shifted up to meet Hemera's.

The Primordial of Day looked at him knowingly, and Percy shuddered as the throbbing in his skull dimmed. He'd met her just hours ago at Camp Half-Blood, and they'd had a conversation where every word had etched itself into his mind. She'd told him something that he couldn't bring himself to believe, but Hemera was the one who'd saved Annabeth's life; if anyone deserved his trust, it was her. Percy nodded to the primordial, and they both returned their hardened eyes to their enemies ahead.

Tartarus gritted his teeth before his face warped into its true shape as a dark whirlpool. Percy realized the primordial had been trying to bait him into starting the battle.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" Tartarus roared, and the golden bridge shuddered under the rupturing sound.

The ding of an elevator answered his question. Behind the Olympians, twin doors slid open to reveal dozens of demigods crammed into the box that granted mortals entrance to Olympus. Their helms were pulled down, swords and spears bristling from between their forms, and they moved to exit the elevator.

Tartarus flicked his hand at that instant, and Zeus complied a fraction of a moment later. He launched the cursed Master Bolt at blinding speed, rocketing it straight over the heads of the Olympians. It exploded in the open elevator before the first demigod had had the chance to set foot on the landing, let alone the connecting bridge. The eruption was blinding, and it eviscerated the entirety of the magical transport. There was no creak or groan of the elevator breaking or its mechanisms falling apart; there was nothing left to make any noise.

The allied Olympians were too stunned to say a word. The three behind Zeus stood frozen in horror, and the King of the Gods himself held an emotionless grimace. Tartarus would have been wearing a pleased smile if his face had still been shaped humanely. He spread his hands while his horrified opponents turned back towards him on the opposite side of the bridge.

"Let the Eclipse commence."

A/N: Feeling much better this week than I was last, and I was able to end up staying on schedule. I hope I can keep this up next week, but I won't make any promises just incase. Anyways, I am irrationally excited to finish this story so I can stop making all my favorite characters so sad and gritty and jaded. Next story with a younger Percy is gonna be so nice because it'll be so much lighter in comparison to this one where literally nobody can ever catch a break... like those demigods just now. Hope you guys enjoyed and are excited for the final war that just broke out.

Nofing: Man i want some more fluff in between with all the campers meeting Anna Beth again for the first time. Especially piper. Their friendship isn't utilised a lot in most stories. But this Fic is just plain out amazing. I'm sad that this is gonna end soon. I would legit come everyday just to see if it has been updated or not and would reread chaps 3 times back to back after it's been released. I absolutely LOVE this fic

Your compliments mean the world to me, and I'm sorry I didn't add more fluff. It sounds kind of dumb since I'm the one writing it, but I wanted more too. I think any more would have broken pacing, though, especially considering all the stuff I added this chapter. I wanted to keep the pressure up because the war is HERE, but I seriously get where you're coming from. Especially with everything they've been through, more fluff would have felt really nice. I do have plans after... if I decide not to give everyone a sad ending.

levisorous: hey man, nice to see ya! good luck to ya on the the job, i know how that stuff is. anyways, loved this chapter. all your stories are always so good dude. keep it up man and just know im here supporting you every step of the way.

Always nice to hear from you. I honestly believe that the constant support of reviews, especially the frequent ones like yours, are what drag me out of ruts anytime I feel myself nearing one. Hope this chapter lived up as well

Dragon21356: I loved this so much, especially how Hera was simply tossed away by Percy HAHAH, that made me chuckle out loud but what a lovely way to bring about their reunion. Almost symbolically, they were split apart in an almost never ending wave of monsters and now they were brought together in a similar never ending way of monsters, truly wonderful. Also do take your time to write buddy. I can promise you that I will definitely miss your weekly uploads cuz it has kept me company for many months now but I would rather you write because you want to write and not because you have to. So when you get that little gap again, just know that I will be waiting to be enamored by your writing and ready to leave behind another review hehetake care!

Yess, I love seeing "meaningless" symbolism get caught. It didn't play a huge role thematically, but it's so fun when readers see the same things I do when writing, even when it's done by accident and I only notice after it's already written haha. Like I said in the end A/N, I hope I can continue the streak because this week has me feeling much better, but we'll see. I'm glad I have your reviews to look forward to and help me get this work done :)

owl-forge-hearth: hi! i think the way you portrayed percy and annabeth is just beautiful, and unlike in other fanfics, i dont feel that there are feeling or problems between them unaddressed. i can relate to refusing to write (sort of - i barely wrote anything) - i refuse to update my fics past the second chapter, which is def caused by lack of discipline - and i admire u for keeping up a weekly schedule for almost two stories! i love your outline for the perlia story, cant wait to see it

I really appreciate that! I've been trying to use this story to strengthen my character writing, and it's nice to see that it seems to be working. I really wanted to cover all the details and make them both seem like "whole" characters that are real instead of just (really bad thing happen) and then they're suddenly fine afterwards. As for discipline, yeah it's a really hard thing sometimes for writing. But it all comes down to practice and powering through consistency imo. You got this. Also, thank you! I'm so excited to write the Perlia story.