5000 word chapter! WOOOO! Ok, ok, I know I said I would update in three days, but i've been sick. Anyway, DARK PERCY! We finally see Percy get to- oops, won't spoil that. For those who've PM'ed me asking about my release dates for other fics, Son of Sally Jackson will get a new chapter this week, and Storm and Stone will get one in the following week as well. Also, i deleted the April Fools chapter. Without further ado, hope you all enjoy!
HAZEL
Reyna spoke first. "What are you talking about Percy?"
"The labyrinth," Percy said. "That tunnel is the entrance to the labyrinth."
Hazel's brother frowned. "The labyrinth?" Nico said. "As in, the one that's meant to be in Crete?"
Percy nodded grimly. "Yup. But it's not just in Crete anymore. The labyrinth is like... I don't know, a living thing. It can move and change. And apparently, it's decided to pop up here."
"Living?" Hazel said. "You're telling me that this tunnel is a living thing?"
"I don't know any other way to describe it. It changes and moves and," He grumbled. "It was supposed to be gone."
"Well, why does it matter? We'll just take the boat."
Nico raised an eyebrow. "There are five of us, plus a pegasus, and you want to fit us all on that tiny thing?"
Hazel nodded. "Nico makes a good point. We can't all fit on that boat."
Reyna frowned. "I do not like it, but it is ultimately not my choice. Frank is the one leading this quest."
Everyone turned to Frank, expecting an answer. "Well? Labyrinth or boat?"
Frank stuttered, looking quite flustered. "W-well, to be frank-"
Percy burst out laughing. Frank looked hurt. "What?"
"No, it's just, you said to be frank, and your names Frank, and-"
Frank gave Percy a mock glare before composing himself. "Alright, alright, very funny. But seriously, we need to make a decision here. The labyrinth or the boat?"
Hazel looked between the tunnel entrance and the boat, weighing their options. "If we take the labyrinth, we risk getting lost or encountering who knows what inside. But if we take the boat, we might not all fit and it could slow us down."
Nico crossed his arms, deep in thought. "We could split up. Some of us take the boat and the rest explore the labyrinth. That way, we cover more ground."
Reyna shook her head. "That's too risky. We need to stick together."
"You know what," Frank said. "Labyrinth it is."
The tunnel loomed before them, dark and foreboding, but they didn't hesitate.
Some called the labyrinth an endless maze, an infinite loop. Some called it a prison, a cell. To Hazel, it seemed like both. Like-
Like an endless cage.
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Hazel liked the underground most of the time, but this was different.
Normally, she could feel the earth as if it were an extension of herself, another limb, or a weapon to use.
But now, it felt like it was rebelling against her, as if it had a mind of it's own.
Percy had been right when he said that it was alive, she thought.
As they delved deeper into the labyrinth, Hazel couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in her chest. The tunnels twisted and turned, shifting beneath their feet.
"I feel death," Nico muttered. "Like… a coffin."
Hazel was startled out of her thoughts by a voice.
What she noticed first were his faces. Both of them. They jutted out from either side of his head, staring over his shoulders, so his head was much wider than it should've been.
He had a long black overcoat, shiny shoes, and a black top-hat that somehow managed to stay on his double-wide head.
"Well, Percy?" said his left face. "Hurry up!"
"Don't mind him," said the right face. "He's terribly rude. Right this way, sir."
Percy's jaw dropped. "How are you here?"
Both faces grinned. "I told you that you would have to make a choice eventually. That little friend of yours was first, now it's your turn. So… little demigod, choose.
Frank looked pale. "He has two faces!"
"I also have ears, you know!" the left face scolded. "Now come along, Percy."
"No, no," the right face said. "This way. Talk to me, please."
The two-faced man regarded Percy as best he could out of the corners of his eyes. It was impossible to look at him straight on without focusing on one side or the other. And suddenly Hazel realised he wanted Percy to choose.
Behind him were two exits, blocked by wooden doors with huge iron locks. They hadn't been there a second ago.
Behind them, the doorway that they'd come through had disappeared, replaced by mosaics.
"The exits are closed," Nico said.
"Well obviously!" the man's left face said. "You can only go forward through now of my doors."
"Where do they lead?" Percy asked.
"One probably leads the way you wish to go," the right face said encouragingly. "The other leads to certain death."
The left face sneered. "Do you know which way to choose? I don't have all day."
"Why are you trying to confuse me?" Percy asked.
The right face smiled. "You're in charge now. All the decisions are on your shoulders. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"I-"
"We know you, Percy," the left face said. "We know what you wrestle with every day. We know that you chose to run when you were shunned. But you can't run now, so what do you choose?"
Hazel didn't know what they were talking about, but it sounded like it was about more than a choice between doors.
The colour drained out of Percy's face. "No… I don't-"
"Leave him alone," Hazel said. "Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm your best friend," the right face said.
"I'm your worst enemy," the left face said.
"I'm Janus," both faces said in harmony. "God of Doorways. Beginnings. Endings. Choices."
Hazel frowned. "What are you-"
"I'll see you soon enough, Hazel Levesque," said the right face. "But for now it's Percy's turn." He laughed giddily. "Such fun!"
"Shut up!" his left face said. "This is serious. One bad choice can ruin your whole life. It can kill you and all of your friends, and those camps you love so much. But no pressure, Percy. Choose!"
With a sudden chill, Hazel realised something. Janus had said camps. Plural.
"Don't do it," she said.
"I'm afraid she has to," the right face said cheerfully.
Percy moistened his lips. "I- I choose-"
Before he could point to a door, a loud rumbling echoed through the tunnels, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling as the walls seemed to tremble.
"What's happening?" Hazel shouted over the noise.
Janus's faces exchanged looks of surprise, then concern. "This isn't supposed to happen," the left face said, his voice strained.
"It's the labyrinth," the right face said, his voice panicked. "It's-"
An earthen voice rumbled. I am coming, son of Ceres. Did you truly believe you could vanquish me?
Percy paled. "Picolous…" He muttered. Hazel frowned. Who was Picolous?
"Nico!" Percy shouted. "Remember the styx?"
Nico frowned. "What are you-" He clutched his head. "Argh!"
"Remember when you took me to Hades?"
Nico hissed in pain. He looked at Percy as if he was a completely different person. "Wait, you-"
"You owe me Nico ," Percy said urgently. "You owe me. You said you'd do anything."
Nico's expression shifted from confusion to realisation. "Yes, I remember."
"Take them."
Janus' faces both grinned. Frankly, it was unnerving. "Oh," The right face said. "I sense a choice!"
"Yes," The left one agreed. "Will the hero of Olympus accept his madness, and accept who he is?"
"What are you talking about?" Percy shouted. "Who am I?"
Both faces slowly turned towards Percy. They spoke at once. "A monster."
And then they were gone.
The rumbling grew louder, and cracks began to appear in the walls. Suddenly, the ground split open beneath them, revealing a chasm filled with darkness.
The earth was forming to make a humanoid shape. Your death is inevitable, son of Ceres.
"We need to get out of here!" Reyna shouted, her voice barely audible over the chaos.
"Nico…"
The son of Pluto nodded. "Everyone, link hands."
Hazel held Franks hand, and her brother's hand, and Frank and Reyna locked hands.
A grotesque form of earth and rubble was slowly walking towards Percy. You cannot defeat me…
Reyna frowned. "What about Percy?"
Percy shook his head. "Don't worry about me Nico, just do it!"
The world seemed to get darker and darker as Nico closed his eyes and concentrated.
Percy's eyes hardened with resolve. "Janus said that I had to make a choice. This is it."
The world warped into shadows in front of their eyes, and then they were gone.
LINE BREAK
PERCY
Percy's mind was still reeling from the encounter with Janus. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt for leaving his friends behind, but he also knew that their escape was necessary for their survival.
As he stood in the darkness of the Labyrinth, Percy realised something: he wasn't alone.
Empousai stood near the earthen figure. It was Kelli and her friends from the school. The minotaur was also to the side of the giant. Matt Sloan and his giants were there as well.
Looking around, Percy saw so many monsters, each one of them one he had killed.
It was a kind of epic scene, in Percy's opinion. He was standing on a coffin-shaped rock, surrounded by a bunch of monsters, holding a scythe.
The voice of Picolous echoed through the tunnels.
Did you truly think I would not be prepared for you, little hero?
"What do you want?" Percy forced himself to sound brave.
YOU. I WANT YOU, MORTAL. I WANT REVENGE, AND SO DO MY MINIONS. YOU HAVE CAUSED ME GREAT TROUBLE, PERCY JACKSON. YOU AND YOUR ALLIES HAVE INTERFERED WITH MY PLANS TIME AND TIME AGAIN.
Percy clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. "I'm not afraid of you, Picolous."
The earth beneath Picolous trembled as he laughed, a deep, reverberating sound that sent shivers down Percy's spine. THEN YOU WILL DIE A FOOL, PERCY JACKSON. YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS ARE BUT MERE MORTALS, AND I AM A FORCE OF NATURE. YOU CANNOT HOPE TO DEFEAT ME.
"None of you could kill me before. What makes you so certain you could kill me now?"
Do you truly not know? You stand on the coffin of Icarus, made by the greatest inventor of all time to seal away anyone.
Percy's mind was racing. "So you want to-"
Ahh, I see that you understand. I will seal you in the coffin and bring you to the earth mother!
Percy was no stranger to danger. He had faced all of these monsters before, and he would face them again.
He took a deep breath. "Alright. Whoever takes the coffin of Icarus and manages to put me in it, takes Camp Jupiter. So we have good news and bad news. Good news for you: You have me, plus the coffin, all wrapped up in a nice little bow for you. Bad news: I'm standing between you and this coffin."
Kelli hissed. "And why-"
"I. AM. TALKING! Now, the question is: Who's coming to get me? I have no plan, no backup, no friends coming to help, and no weapons worth anything as long as Thanatos is chained. But I don't think you're allowed to kill me. If you're going to all this trouble just to imprison me, I think that Gaea or whoever is bossing you around doesn't want me dead. Isn't that right?"
"We don't have to hold back demigod," Kelli snarled. "The doors of death are open. We can kill you a hundred times over and you will still be alive."
"Ah, but can't I do the same? No holding back. Because none of you will die, so I'll have to settle for the next best thing - pain."
You are acting demigod. Picolous' eerie voice said. You cannot stop us.
"Acting?" Picolous was right, Percy sounded much braver than he felt, but he wasn't going to say that. "Acting? You know what, let's play a guessing game. What can I control?"
Silence. "Well?"
Matt Sloan spoke up. "Water?"
Percy was aware he probably sounded mad, but he didn't care. Maybe he was mad. "Ding! We have a winner! Now, what is the human body, or any humanoid body really, primarily made out of?"
Now they realised. "No," Sloan said. "Blood?"
Percy grinned. "Bingo. And guess what blood is made of?"
Percy's grin widened as he watched the realisation dawn on the faces of his adversaries. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he saw their confidence falter.
"Water," Matt Sloan replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Percy nodded, his expression filled with a mixture of determination and madness. "That's right. And what happens when you control someone's blood?"
A flicker of fear crossed Kelli's face as she exchanged glances with the other monsters. "You can't possibly..." Kelli trailed off, her voice wavering.
Percy's grin grew wider. "Oh, but I can. And I will. And you know what happens when your blood is controlled? Depends on how I'm feeling, really. I could make it so painful that you would rather unchain Thanatos yourself and die, I could use your own tears of pain and misery against you, I could explode your brain while you're still alive."
Kelli's eyes widened in horror as Percy's words sank in. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.
Percy's grin never faltered. "Oh, wouldn't I?"
Picolous spoke. I am not of blood and flesh, mortal. I challenge you to single combat.
"Fine," Percy replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "I accept your challenge."
Picolous's eerie voice echoed through the labyrinth once more. You have courage, mortal. But courage alone will not save you from me.
"Oh no," Percy said. "You should probably be more worried about yourself. Come on, Picolous. Let's see what you got."
And as the monsters parted for their master and for their bane, one thing was on Percy's mind.
Will you accept who you are? Janus had said.
A monster.
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Percy stood firm, his resolve unwavering despite the looming threat of Picolous and the surrounding monsters. He knew that this battle would test him like never before, but he was ready to face it head-on.
As Picolous stepped forward to engage in single combat, Percy braced himself, his grip tightening on Messor Mortis. With a determined expression, he met Picolous's gaze, ready for whatever the monstrous entity had in store.
"Come on then!"
Picolous slammed his giant fist into the ground, creating a shockwave that knocked Percy off his feet.
With a lot more speed than any being as large as Picolous would have, the giant sprung towards Percy with arms outstretched.
Percy got up as fast as he could and rolled out the way.
"C'mon Picolous? Is that all you got?"
The earth-born snarled. He held out his hand, and the earth warped into a sword.
Ah, Percy thought. Probably should't have said that.
The two blades met with a resounding CLANG.
The clash was intense, the sounds of their struggle echoing through the labyrinth. Percy fought with all his skill and strength, every move calculated and precise. Despite the odds, he refused to back down, his determination driving him forward.
As the battle raged on, Percy could feel the weight of Janus's words pressing down on him. Will you accept who you are? The god (or was it gods? Percy didn't know.) had asked.
But in that moment, Percy knew the answer. He was not just a demigod or a hero; he was a fighter, a protector, and yes, perhaps even a monster. But he embraced all aspects of himself, knowing that they were what made him who he was.
With each strike, Percy felt his energy draining.
Do you feel it, Son of Ceres? I am made to oppose your mother, and you cannot defeat me.
"You're nothing but a pawn in Gaea's game," Percy taunted.
And you are any better? Gaea will rise me on a throne, I will be more powerful than any of your so-called Olympians. But you and the rest of you half-bloods live short, sorry lives just because you were born. Yet you fight for your parents, and call me a pawn?
And as the battle reached its climax, Percy was struck by a blow from Picolous.
Percy was on the floor, coughing.
Do you yield, demigod?
"N-never."
The giant shook his head disapprovingly, as if he was disappointed with what Percy had chosen. Picolous raised his earthen sword above Percy's head then… stopped?
The earth-born looked unable to move. What sorcery is this? RELEASE ME!
Percy slowly raised his head and revealed his grinning face. "Guess what Picolous? You," He stood up and poked Picolous in his chest, and the giant was still unable to move. "Are covered head to toe in vines. Guess what I can do as a son of Ceres? Control vines."
STOP THIS!
Percy cocked his head. "No. No, I don't think that I will."
He willed the vines to constrict, and slowly snake across the giant's body. Picolous hissed in pain.
"Isn't this painful, Picolous? I might not be able to control your blood as long as you are made of earth, but the vines, well," Percy raised his hand and Picolous fell to the ground with a THUMP. "Are mine to command."
The demigod didn't wait for Picolous to say anything. "You see, I can't kill you. No god, and even if there was, Thanatos is chained. So, I think the best decision in this scenario is to quote you."
What are you talking about, demigod? Came the pained voice of Picolous.
Percy knelt so that he was level with the giant. "Do you yield?"
Fine, Picolous muttered, his voice strained with pain. I yield.
"I'm sorry," Percy said. "Didn't quite catch that. What did you say?"
I YIELD!
"Much better. That wasn't so hard now was it?" Percy releases his control on the vines.
The giant seized his opportunity and sunk back into the earth.
"Dammit." Percy muttered. He turned to the monsters. "Well. Your giant friend has just abandoned you, leaving you with me."
Kelli hissed. "No, demigod. You are stuck here with us. We outnumber you a hundred to one."
Percy raised an eyebrow and gestured behind them. "Are you sure?"
Kelli turned behind her and saw her Matt Sloan and his lackeys floating in the air with bent limbs.
"I told you. I control blood, therefore I control you."
Percy made a closing motion with his fists, and the giants were nothing but dust.
An empousai gasped. "You.. you killed him!"
"That I did."
"You're no better than us! You're a monster!"
Kelli shook her head. "You're a hero! You-"
Percy cut her off. "You're sorely mistaken. You're not here with a hero, Kelli. You're stuck here with me."
"You think you can intimidate us? We are horrors far worse than you."
Percy's smile was chillingly calm. "Oh, I don't intend to intimidate you. I intend to end you."
With a flick of his wrist, he started binding her in place.
The empousai struggled, but Percy's grip on her blood was unyielding. "You can't do this!" she spat, her voice laced with fear.
Percy's expression hardened. "Watch me."
And the empousai shrieked. She didn't shriek for long.
The minotaur bellowed and charged at Percy, who didn't even bother sidestepping. The bull-man was frozen in place, his veins betraying him as Percy controlled them.
An empousai leapt at Percy, but was dust before she could touch him. "Bad idea." Was all he said before all the empousai, save Kelli, were dead.
"I don't really know the extent of my powers," Percy mused. "This has been… useful. Practice."
Kelli, all bravado gone by this point, looked desperate. "Please spare me. I'll- I'll do anything?"
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Anything?"
She nodded quickly. "Yes! I can… ah, give information!"
"On what exactly?"
"You want to free Thanatos, right? I can take you to Alaska, and I know things!"
Percy looked to be considering it. "You would be useful…"
"I would! Please!"
"Alright. Get in."
Kelli frowned. "Get in what?"
Percy grinned. "The coffin. You can guide me, you also can't kill me. It's perfect!"
Kelli sighed. "Better than dying, I guess."
"How do you open this thing? I guess I could…" He trailed off.
He used the minotaur to pry open the black and grey coffin. "Get in." His tone brokered no room for argument.
Reluctantly, Kelli stepped into the coffin. "Damn," She said. "This thing is tight. How would we even fit you in here?"
Percy simply slammed the coffin into her face. "Now... how do I lock this thing... ah!"
He looked at the minotaur. "You gonna lift it, or am I gonna make you?"
The minotaur hefted the coffin, with Kelli still inside, over his shoulder. "Good," Percy said. "That's what I thought."
"Now Kelli, where do we go?"
"To Phineas." Came her muffled voice. "I'll lead the way."
LINE BREAK
It took a few wrong turns, a couple hours, and a lot of threatening from Percy, but eventually they found an old man in a bathrobe shouting at birds.
"Um, Kelli? Is that-"
"Yeah."
The guy in the bathrobe was old and fat. He was mostly bald, with scars across his forehead and stringy white hair. His bathrobe was spattered with blood, and he kept stumbling around in fuzzy pink bunny slippers, swinging his cane at the half-dozen harpies who were hovering over his picnic table.
How did you even get a picnic table in the Labyrinth?
He was clearly blind. His eyes were milky white, and usually he missed the harpies by a lot, but he was still doing a pretty good job fending them off.
"Back, dirty chickens!" he bellowed.
The harpies looked faces had sunken eyes and hollow cheeks. Their bodies were covered in molting feathers, and their wings were tipped with tiny, shrivelled hands. They wore ragged dresses. As they dived for the food, they seemed more desperate than angry. Percy felt sorry for them.
The old man swung his canr. He grazed one of the harpies' wings. The harpy yelped in pain and fluttered off, dropping yellow feathers as she flew.
Another harpy circled higher than the rest. She looked younger and smaller than the others, with bright-red feathers.
She watched carefully for an opening, and when the old man's back was turned, she made a wild dive for the table. She grabbed a burrito in her clawed feet, but before she could escape, the blind man swung his cam and smacked her in the back so hard, Percy winced. The harpy yelped, dropped the burrito, and flew off.
"Hey, stop it!" Percy yelled.
The harpies took that the wrong way. They glanced over at the the demigod and his monster entourage, and immediately fled. Most of them fluttered away, staring dejectedly at the picnic table. The red-feathered one with the hurt back flew unsteadily down a tunnel and out of sight.
"Ha!" The blind man yelled in triumph and killed the power on his weed whacker. He grinned vacantly in Percy's direction. "Thank you, stranger! Your help is most appreciated."
Percy bit back his anger. He hadn't meant to help the old man, but he remembered that Kelli had told him to seek this guy out.
"Uh, whatever." He approached the old guy, keeping an eye on the cane. "I'm Percy Jackson."
"A demigod!" the old man said. "I can always smell demigods. And... monsters?"
Percy frowned. "Do we smell that bad? I mean, they might, but-"
"Hey!" Came the indignant, small voice of Kelli.
The old man laughed. "Of course you don't smell bad. I'm a demigod myself. But you'd be surprised how sharp my other senses became once I was blinded. I'm Phineas. And you-"
He reached for Percy's face and poked him in the eyes.
"Ow!" Percy complained.
"Son of Neptune!" Phineas exclaimed. "I thought I smelled the ocean on you, Percy Jackson. I'm also a son of Neptune, you know."
"Hey… yeah. Okay." Percy rubbed his eyes. Just his luck he was related to this grubby old dude. He hoped all sons of Neptune didn't share the same fate. First, you start carrying a man satchel. Next thing you know, you're running around in a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, chasing chickens with a weed whacker.
"Oh my. A son of Ceres as well? Roman gods haven't taken champions for centuries!"
Phineas had already moved on to other matters. He waved his hand at the picnic table. Nearby the harpies shrieked miserably. As hungry as Percy was, he couldn't stand to think about eating with those poor bird ladies watching him.
"Look, I'm confused," Percy said. "I need some information. I was told-"
"-that I could help you." Phineas finished, "and if you helped me, I'd help you."
"Something like that," Percy admitted.
"Why would I help the gods?"
"Um… because they're all powerful and all that?"
"Times have changed, my friend! Jupiter cursed me. He sent the harpies to steal my food. You see, I had a bit of a big mouth. I gave away too many secrets that the gods wanted kept. For instance, you are going to have to make a very hard choice if you want to live!"
Percy really wanted to smack the old man. "So you talked too much, and the gods cursed you. Why did they stop?"
"Oh, they didn't!" The old man arched his bushy eyebrows like, can you believe it? "I had to make a deal with the Argonauts. They wanted help like you do. I told them to kill the harpies, and I'd cooperate. Well, they drove those nasty creatures away, but Jupiter wouldn't let them kill the harpies. An outrage! So this time, when my patron brought me back to life-"
"Your patron?" Percy asked.
Phineas gave him a wicked grin. "Why, Gaea, of course."
Percy sighed. "Of course." He made a mental note that he absolutely hated mother earth.
"I could ask you to join us… but that's not what you're here about, is it? You want to find Thanatos. He's being kept at Alcyoneus's lair. I can tell you where that is. Of course I can. But you'll have to do me a favour."
"Forget it," Percy snapped. "You're working for Gaea. I should send you back to the Underworld myself."
"You could try." Phineas smiled. "But I doubt I'd stay dead very long. And your bloodbending, that won't work on me."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"Son of Neptune, remember? My big mouth isn't the only reason Jupiter cursed me. He was scared of me, and my mastery of the… darker aspects of our father's power."
Percy wanted to kill this old blind man.
Camp Jupiter, he told himself. Saving the camp is more important. He remembered Alcyoneus taunting him in his dreams. If he wasted time searching through Alaska looking for the giant's lair, Gaea's armies would destroy the Romans… and Percy's friends, wherever Nico had taken them.
He gritted his teeth. "What's the favour?"
Phineas licked his lips greedily. "There's one harpy who's quicker than the rest."
"The red one."
Phineas looked offended. "Excuse me?"
"What?"
"I'm blind! I wouldn't know what colour she is!" the old man grumbled. "You can't just assume these things. At any rate, she's the only one I have trouble with. She's wily, that one. Always does her own thing, never roosts with the others. She gave me these. Very…cunning."
He pointed at the scars on his forehead.
"Capture that harpy," he said. "Bring her to me. I want her tied up where I can keep an eye on her…ah, so to speak. Harpies hate being tied up. It causes them extreme pain. Yes, I'll enjoy that. Maybe I'll even feed her so that she lasts longer."
Percy must have looked as disgusted as he felt, because Phineas laughed. "Oh, what a hypocrite. Are these monsters not your slaves?"
Percy wanted to protest, but knew it wouldn't do him any good.
"Oh, you can try to deny your nature," Phineas said breezily. "I don't care. Just remember that without my help, your quest will fail. And everyone you love in the world will die. Now, off with you! Bring me a harpy!"
Percy turned and started to walk.
"Oh, and one more thing," said the seer. "You must always remember who you are."
A monster.
DONE! How was it?
I swear that "I. AM. TALKING!" from Percy reminded me so much of Matt Smith's eleventh Doctor. By the way, if you haven't watched Doctor Who, please do, it's the greatest TV show EVER. (And I will die on this hill.) Doctor Who is the only fandom I'm as much a part in as PJO. I strongly recommend watching it.
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