"Heracles?" Piper repeated, making a face. "Gonna be honest, not a fan."

Jason nodded in agreement. "Total douche."

"Truly?" Zoe asked, as though she was having a hard time believing them.

"Yeah," Piper explained, "We had to get his permission to enter the Mediterranean when we finished crossing the Atlantic. He made us do a stupid-hard quest for him because Hera had brought us together - which is total bull, by the way - and then tried to take Achelous's horn for himself!"

"Sucks to be him, though!" Jason bragged. "We got the cornucopia and he's still stuck on that island!"

"His horn turned into another horn of plenty?" Zoe asked, "Did thou return it to Achelous?"

Piper nodded proudly at the first question, but quickly began to wilt as Zoe continued. "Well, we were kind of in a hurry, and Heracles was attacking us, so…"

Zoe nodded, but her facial expression portrayed no emotion. It was anybody's guess as to what was going through her mind.

Well, anybody except Percy. She clearly wasn't very happy about the news. Maybe she knew Achelous, and felt some sympathy for the poor guy. Percy sure did - he always had a soft spot for river dwellers, deity or otherwise.

Maybe she was just learning to hate Heracles that little bit more.

After a moment, she continued. "Well, I assume that as demigods you all have heard his legend. Ten Labors, and then two more. His Eleventh Labor, to steal a Golden Apple from the Garden of the Hesperides, is where I met him. I was a Hesperide–"

"Hold up!" Leo blurted out, "You're a daughter of–"

"Did I not tell thee to not interrupt me?" Zoe hissed, as though channeling the venom of Ladon. "Do not speak my father's name!"

Leo put his hands up in surrender. "Geez, sorry! Us demigods have ADHD you know, sometimes I just say things without thinking, my bad!"

"It's okay," Percy said, stepping in before things got too ugly. "Leo didn't know. You don't have to tell them if you don't want to, you know."

Zoe shook her head, scoffing at the notion. "I am not so fragile that my spirit will be cracked upon mere recollections of an age gone by. I will continue."

Her tone was callous, but Percy didn't mind. He knew she wasn't mad at him, especially when she began to intertwine her fingers with his again.

"Apology accepted. Do not interrupt me again." She glared at Leo, who looked like he wanted to do nothing more than roll his eyes, but nodded at Percy's behest. He crossed his arms like a toddler, but remained quiet. "Good. I was a Hesperide, a daughter of Atlas and Pleione, one of the nymphs who tended the Garden. When Heracles came to obtain a golden apple, I became infatuated with him and assisted him in his quest, telling him how to trick my father and gifting him a weapon to battle Ladon with. When his quest was finished, he refused to take me with him, and I was banished from the garden by my sisters for my treason. Lady Artemis found me as a wandering maiden with nowhere to go, and I served her dutifully for several millennia."

"Oh, geez," Piper whispered, "That's horrible. Um, not the whole Artemis part, but the rest sounds terrible."

Zoe's eyes turned misty as she took a moment to recall something. Percy couldn't help but feel kind of bad for her - he had issues remembering things that happened days ago sometimes, but to have a memory that spanned eons? He imagined he'd feel pretty overwhelmed.

"A few years ago," she continued, the eyes of the demigods fixated on her, "A quest was issued to rescue Lady Artemis and Annabeth after they were captured by the forces of Kronos and my Lady was forced to hold up the Sky in my father's stead."

Annabeth winced at the reminder, running a hand through the now-fading streak of gray hair that sat upon her head. It was her who had taken the sky from Luke, after all, practically forcing Artemis to take it herself to ensure her survival.

Nico didn't look too happy either - his sister's death clearly wasn't exactly something he liked to be reminded of. The reminder of the dream Percy had in Tartarus made his stomach sink like a cinder block.

"Diana was captured?!" Jason asked in shock, only speaking after Zoe nodded at him (he had raised his hand, unwilling to be chided like Leo). "Why wasn't Camp Jupiter notified? Mount Tamalpais is practically next-door!"

Zoe shrugged. "Perhaps because it wasn't Diana who was captured. Perhaps it was because the previous Great Prophecy was decidedly Greek, and quests regarding the rise of Kronos had been swirling around them. Whatever the reason, the Oracle issued a quest directly to me, and due to… complications, it ended up being myself, Percy, Thalia Grace, Grover Underwood, and Bianca di Aneglo, our newest hunter."

Percy flinched at the reminder. Hazel looked towards her half-brother worriedly - now Nico looked really unhappy, especially with all the stares that immediately got thrown his way.

"I didn't know you had a sister!" Frank exclaimed despite Hazel's best effort to shush him. "She's a Hunter of Artemis?"

"I don't." His eyes were hard as he glared at Zoe. "She died."

Frank flushed an interesting shade of pink as Hazel began to whisper something angrily in his ear. Silence pervaded the group to allow for even more awkward tension to build up, with no one sure what to say. Percy would have tried, but Bianca's death was his fault. Nico had asked him to protect her, and he had failed the kid.

Zoe met his gaze evenly, although her stare did not carry the same malice Nico's did. "For what it's worth," she said quietly, "I am sorry."

Nico scoffed. "Sorry won't bring her back." He made a 'go on' gesture with his hand, clearly finished with the conversation.

She sighed. Percy dimly realized that Zoe had never actually met Nico before, at least not outside their brief meeting at Westover before they arrived at camp. He always had a face to blame for the death of his sister (outside of Percy himself), but Zoe had died during the quest too - Nico probably couldn't hate a dead person too much.

Now that she was alive, though? He imagined all bets were off.

"Anyways," Zoe continued, "By the end of our quest our group had been reduced to myself, Thalia, and Percy. We crossed swords with my father, and by the end of the battle I lay dying. Lady Artemis put me in the stars for my years of service to her, and that was that - until the onset of Mother Earth's attempt to rise again."

"So what happened?" Annabeth asked, almost eagerly. For all the years Percy had known her she had never been particularly patient - much less when the offer of knowledge or understanding was involved. "How did you end up in Tartarus?"

Zoe met her gaze coolly. "I am getting there, daughter of Athena."

Annabeth blinked at the frosty response, clearly taken aback. She didn't get to respond, however, as Zoe once again began to speak.

"As I was saying, I was placed in the stars by Lady Artemis, watching as the world began to turn without me until she began to wake again. I was cast from the stars by Zeus following the shutdown of Olympus, with him not trusting me due to my Titan blood, fearing that I would operate as a spy for the earth."

"What?" Jason squeaked out in horror. "There's no way!"

"What would I gain from lying to thou, boy?" Zoe asked, raising an eyebrow disbelievingly. "I have made my peace with his actions, though I will never forgive him. Throwing me into– into that place was far worse than death."

Jason continued to sputter, trying and failing to form coherent sentences over and over. Piper rubbed his shoulder soothingly, shooting Zoe a wary glance.

She wasn't the only one - Leo and Annabeth also looked rather disconcerted at the news, and Frank was clearly feeling a little uneasy too, shooting Percy a worried look and mouthing 'blink twice if she's holding you hostage'.

Percy bristled at the insinuation, and shook his head, shooting Frank a dirty look - it was unnecessary, however, as Hazel immediately shoved an elbow into his ribs that made him wince guiltily.

"Does that mean you're going to try and fight against the gods?" Piper asked cautiously, traces of charmspeak beginning to lace her voice, "Because that wouldn't end very well for you."

Zoe was very unhappy at that idea. "I hate children of Aphrodite. They are almost as bad as males. I would never raise arms against Lady Artemis, no matter what the gods do to me."

"Hey!" Piper shouted, "What the hell does that mean?"

"Enough."

The sound of Percy's raspy voice immediately quieted the group, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Zoe is my friend. She died for Olympus. She has served the gods since demigods were still revered by mortals. If any of you have a problem with her, you have a problem with me. Got it?"

A chorus of mumbled agreements rang out, even if some of them were a bit grumpily. Percy wouldn't name names, but he could tell that Piper wasn't exactly thrilled with being compared to her siblings.

He sighed. "You don't have to like her," he continued, "But you guys will treat her with respect, or at least politeness, and she'll do the same for you until she decides what she's going to do now that she's free - right, Zoe?"

Zoe didn't look too happy at being called out either, but nodded nonetheless. "Yes. I do not wish to cause conflict or interfere with thy quest, apologies. I do not have any qualms with any of thee, and I will not gain any unless provoked. I owe Percy my life, and would never do anything to bring him distress."

"Great!" Hazel said awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood a bit and play peacemaker with Percy, "So, how exactly did you and Percy, uh, find each other?"

Zoe deflated, leaning into Percy's arm as she did (causing him to briefly blush at the contact before he got a hold of himself). "I was imprisoned by my uncles, Krios and Koios, the moment I landed in the pit. They were aware of what had happened to me, and wanted to keep me alive until the day they could deliver me to my father and he could slay me himself."

Jason made a face at the mention of Krios, and it only got worse at the reminder of Atlas. "I hate that guy," he said after a moment, "Krios sucks. Glad I killed him– but uh, sorry that meant he was in Tartarus waiting for you."

Zoe shook her head. "Thou did what was required to defeat Kronos and his forces. Thou need not apologize. Anyways, they imprisoned me in their fortress along the banks of the Phlegethon, and with no hopes of escape I withered away, wallowing in my despair."

Nico's eyes widened in realization. "Until Percy arrived."

"Yes." Abandoning all forms of subtlety, Zoe wrapped her arm around Percy in a side-hug - something that had him lighting up like a Christmas tree. Reactions were mixed - Leo snickered, trying to cover his mouth with his hand, but to no avail. Hazel cooed at the sight, clearly happy for some reason, and Annabeth frowned. "Percy found me, and he rescued me from the clutches of the elder Titans, and saved me innumerable times down there. I owe him my life, and so I shall fight with thee in your battle against the Gigantes."

"I– You don't owe me anything?" Percy sputtered out, although it came out as more of a question. "I told you–"

Zoe silenced him with a glare, but yet again there was no actual malice behind it. "I do not wish to hear it. I have made up my mind, and shall not be dissuaded from thy cause. Understood?"

Percy sighed, but nodded nonetheless. "Got it."

Zoe smiled. "Good. Now, as for thy quest–"

"Wait!" Annabeth interrupted, "You guys still haven't told us about–"

"Not yet." Percy cut her off. "I'll tell you guys the story - the full story - later. But right now, I just can't. I'm not ready to remember that place."

He wondered if anybody had noticed that his eyes were still red from crying. Just thinking about Bob and Damasen nearly made him burst into tears again.

Annabeth wasn't pleased. "But–"

It was Nico's turn to cut her off. "Ok. We get it. Right now…" He gazed toward the river. "Uh, I think it's time we get a move on. Our ride is coming."

Percy turned. The Argo II veered to port, its aerial oars in motion, its sails catching the wind. Festus's head glinted in the sunlight. Even from a distance, Percy could hear him creaking and clanking in jubilation.

"A good thing, too!" Leo began, already in the process of cracking a joke, "You kinda look like shit, Percy - no offense."

Percy wrinkled his nose. "And smell like it, too, I'm sure."

That got a few laughs out of everyone - and gags from the girls, of course.

As the ship got closer, Percy began to make out Coach Hedge standing at the prow. The fact that he sensed the satyr's blood long before he could see him did not make him feel good in the slightest.

"About time!" He yelled down. He was doing his best to scowl, but his eyes gleamed as though maybe, just maybe, he was happy to see them. "What took you so long, cupcakes? And who's the new girl?"

Percy groaned silently. This was going to be a recurring thing, huh?

Oh well, he shouldn't complain. Anything was better than Tartarus.

If only Bob and Damasen were here with them.

–

Dinner was an… interesting affair, all things considered.

After a shower where he basically turned the nozzle into a pressure washer and a brief stint in the sick bay, Percy almost felt human again. Frank and Hazel were in there with him, and he couldn't hide his surprise at how different the son of Mars looked.

A 'growth spurt' was putting it mildly. He was at least three inches taller, less pudgy, and more bulky, like a linebacker. His face looked sturdier, his jawline more rugged. It was as if Frank had turned into a bull and then back into a human, but he'd kept some of the bullishness. He had tried to explain what had happened to Percy, but all he could think about was how he'd look right at home on the offensive line of the New York Giants.

Maybe if the whole praetor business didn't work out, he'd have a nice future in football. With ambrosia and nectar at his disposal, it meant that he wouldn't have to worry about injuries. Were athletes who never got hurt simply other demigods abusing godly food? Would that count as steroids?

His brain swam with dumb thoughts like that a lot. It was nicer than thinking about the reality of the situation they were in, though. Apparently it had taken them eighteen days to get here from Rome, and they only had fourteen left to make it to Athens and fight all of Gaea's children.

Whoop-de-doo.

At least Annabeth, Nico, and Reyna (who had joined up with them in San Juan of all places) had somehow gotten the Athena Parthenos back to Camp Half-Blood to try and stop the gods' internal strife. The situation there was still incredibly tense, but Reyna, Chiron, and Clarisse were apparently doing their best to keep a lid on the situation. Octavian wasn't making things easy, however.

He really hated that guy.

As it was, however, he had more important things to worry about.

"Leo! Stop chewing with your mouth open!"

"Bite me!"

"Percy, Zoe, could one of you guys pass those grapes? They look absolutely divine!"

"Holy Hera, you cupcakes need to learn some manners! I've seen Hellhounds eat with more dignity than you lot!"

It was chaos. Percy kinda liked it. Seven hungry demigods, one practically starved demigod, one angry satyr, and one previously-dead Titaness.

He relished in the insanity of it all.

Despite the plethora of food that was available to everyone (in no small part thanks to Piper's horn of plenty), Percy mostly kept to the grapes that Dionysus had somehow sent them. When he and Zoe had opened Bob's back, aside from a few cleaning supplies, they were the only thing of value to be found. They were as sweet and rich as ever, and for some reason the more of them he ate the clearer his mind felt.

His eyes crinkled as he looked around the table. It felt good to be around people who cared about him, who had been worried sick about him, who had lost sleep over whether or not he'd make it out of Tartarus alive. Thankfully no one had pressed him on that story yet, and he was thankful that he'd have some time to acclimate to earth before needing to relive his nightmarish experience.

It was nice to be cared about. The distinct lack of monsters and noxious fumes didn't hurt, either.

Annabeth caught his eyes as he glanced around. She held his gaze for a moment, her eyes darting over to the door before she stood up, clearly urging him to join her. She walked away from the group unnoticed, and Percy frowned.

Zoe noticed his shift in demeanor. "Are thee alright?"

He nodded absentmindedly, eyes tracing the door Annabeth had just walked through. "Yeah."

"Thou does not have to talk with her if thou does not wish to," she reminded him.

Percy blinked. "You noticed that?"

"She has been trying to catch thy attention all evening. Anybody with any level of situational and social awareness would have been able to pick out her actions."

Great. Just great.

"I don't really want to," he admitted, "But I don't think I have much of a choice. Annabeth never likes to wait for answers."

Zoe hummed. "She does not have the right to speak to thee. Thou has the right to ignore her. Would thou like me to speak to her in thy steed?"

Percy winced. "Thanks, but no." He had no illusions about that ending well. Zoe had not exactly gained a favorable opinion of Annabeth after everything Percy had eventually told her - which included everything - and the last thing they needed was another argument.

He sighed, wiped his hands on his jeans, and stood up. "I'll be back," he promised, "Don't tear Leo a new one while I'm gone."

Zoe's eyes twinkled. "No promises."

Percy couldn't help the snort that he let out at that. Zoe, for all her seriousness and bluntness, could be pretty funny when she wanted to.

He steeled himself as he followed Annabeth out into the hall, already preparing for the worst case scenario.

She was waiting for him impatiently, bouncing her foot against the creaky wooden floors. The moment he closed the door behind him, she began to speak.

"Took you long enough, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth smirked, although her face quickly fell when she realized he wasn't smiling along with her.

"What do you want?" Percy asked bluntly, but not harshly. He had a pretty good feeling about why she wanted to talk to him.

Now she was frowning, though she was quick to slap a grin back onto her face. Whatever way Annabeth thought this would go, it wasn't. "Really Percy? A girl can't just tell her best friend she's glad he survived the worst place in the universe?"

Percy sighed. Of course she wanted to talk about Tartarus. "Thanks."

Annabeth didn't bother hiding her frown this time around, though whether that was due to him clamming up or her not hearing what she wanted to was anybody's guess.

"Percy," she tried again, softer, "I'm worried about you. What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Nothing is wrong." He shot back tersely. "I'm fine. What do you want to talk about?"

"Clearly something is," Annabeth continued, verbally prodding at him, "Did something happen in Tarta–"

"Do not say his name." Percy hissed, cutting her off mid-sentence with a harsh glare. "Say that word and I will turn around and walk away."

At least she had the decency to look guilty. "Sorry," she muttered, before straightening up. "Seriously though, what's the problem? We used to share everything with each other."

"Yeah," Percy scoffed, "Used to. I don't want to talk about this with anyone. That includes you."

Annabeth reached out to him. "Seaweed Brain–"

Percy jerked away from her hand. He was having a really hard time keeping a lid on his emotions. "I said no."

Annabeth looked desperate. "I'm only trying to help! Things will only get worse until you talk about them."

He was going to burst a blood vessel. How was her fatal flaw hubris and not stubbornness?

"You wanna know about the pit?" He snarled, "Fine. It fucking sucks. Everything down there knows where you are the moment you step foot inside, and it all wants to kill you. You can't even breathe the air without getting boils on your face and coughing up blood after a few minutes. I should have died a thousand times over. The dreams I had down there were almost worse than the reality I had to face. Every creature I've ever killed and more were down there hunting me, Titans and Giants included. The only reason I'm here right now is because two of the three people in the universe who weren't completely obsessed with ripping my head off gave up their lives so that me and Zoe could run away and abandon them."

His chest heaved as he glared at her. He could feel everyone's drinks in the other room begin to toss around violently as his anger began to spiral. "Are you happy now? Because I sure don't feel any better!"

Annabeth looked lost for words. She stared at him, wide-eyed, a million thoughts flowing through her head as she went through just about every emotion under the sun until she could settle on one she liked.

"I'm sorry." She finally said. It looked like she'd settled on remorse. "I wasn't trying to bring up bad memories."

He laughed bitterly. "The only memories I have of that place are bad. Don't you get it? I haven't even been back for twelve hours and I'm already getting interrogated."

Annabeth stayed quiet, eyes locked on her feet guiltily.

Percy sighed. Maybe he was being too hard on her. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

She nodded, slowly raising her head to meet his eyes once again. "I– I wanted to say thank you, and that I was sorry."

At his raised eyebrow, she continued. "I– I would have fallen into Tar– the pit alone if it wasn't for you. I probably wouldn't have made it out. Thank you for saving me, even after what we went through. I'm sorry that you had to go through it at all."

Percy felt like a balloon that had had its air let out - empty and deflated. "It's fine. I would have done it for any of you guys."

Whatever she expected to hear, that wasn't it. "Any of them?" She blinked owlishly, like the idea of Percy sacrificing himself for his friends was a new concept to her.

"Yes?" He replied incredulously, "I would have done the same thing if it was Hazel. Or Nico. Or Jason. Any of them."

"Oh." Annabeth muttered. "I see. I just–"

She cut herself off this time, shaking her head. "Nevermind. I– I won't take up any more of your time. I'm sorry I got you all worked up."

Percy just sighed again. "It's fine." He repeated, already turning back towards the door. "Talk to you later, I guess."

It's fine. Because that was just how it always would be with Annabeth, right? Fine. Things would be fine. They were fine. No problems to be seen.

He'd bury his issues with her and they'd be fine.

The door wouldn't open fast enough. He left Annabeth alone to her thoughts.

Alone, just like him.

–

Percy woke up with a start, gasping for air as he clutched his heart painfully. Whatever parts of Tartarus he had escaped from, something it seemed he had taken with him was the horrible nightmares the pit had thrust upon him.

He had retired to his room early, utterly exhausted and mentally drained from everything that had gone down today. Thankfully it didn't seem like he was necessary to play peacekeeper between Zoe and the rest of the Seven anymore, and she and Hazel looked as though they were actually becoming rather friendly with each other. They did both have the shared experience of dying and coming back to life, after all.

The moment he had fallen asleep, he was assaulted with horrible vision after horrible vision. Some were just terrible memories, like of Beckendorf sacrificing himself to blow up the Princess Andromeda, or the painfully realistic feeling of lava suffocating Percy as he burned beneath Mount St. Helens, but those were paltry compared to the visions his brain created for him.

Flashes of a world where Gaea won and killed everybody he cared about. Of Zeus finding Zoe and killing her - or worse, casting her back into the pit. There were more, but the worst of all was when he had been forced to watch the aftermath of Bob and Damasen's final stand at the Doors of Death.

That was the one that woke him up. There were wet marks from where his tears had run down the sides of his face. He threw the blankets off his body and hurried to get to the Argo II's deck - fresh air would do him good.

Besides, it wasn't like he'd be getting any more sleep tonight. Not when he saw Bob every time he closed his eyes.

He tried to be quiet so as to not wake any of the others, but it turned out that there was no need. Percy's breath hitched as he saw the stars, lighting up the night sky in a way that was mesmerizingly beautiful, and he was immediately hit with another bout of grief.

"Bob says hi," he murmured forlornly. He wondered if any of the stars were listening.

"Percy?"

Well then. It seemed like at least one of them was.

Zoe stood before him, a soft smile on her face that fell as she met his eyes. "Trouble sleeping?"

"Yeah," he huffed, "You could say that. Same thing with you?"

She shook her head. "I rarely dream anymore. I am merely taking my turn on watch duty. Would thou like to talk about thy troubles?"

Percy opened his mouth to respond, but hesitated. Did he want to?

"I–" He began, hesitating, "I don't know."

Zoe nodded. "That is understandable. It is okay."

Percy was glad she didn't try and press the issue like Annabeth. He really didn't want another fight with someone today, much less with Zoe.

"Thanks for earlier," he muttered, "I'm sorry you had to tell everyone about Heracles and Zeus to keep them from asking about the pit."

She paused at his words, briefly surprised that he had realized her diversion, before shaking her head. "It is of no matter. I have made my peace with them, as I said. My privacy is a small price to pay for thy peace of mind. I am not ready to discuss that place either."

Zoe shook her head again. "But no more of that. Come," she beckoned, offering him her hand, "Let us watch the stars."

"Watch the stars?" He repeated curiously, taking her hand in his own.

Zoe smiled as she led him to the Argo II's bow. They leant against the railing, right behind Festus (who was polite enough to not interrupt them).

"I used to spend my free nights, many millennia ago, simply tracing out the stars in the sky and the path they'd make," she explained, "Whenever Lady Artemis would add a new constellation, I would spend hours tracing it into my mind. That hobby has been lost to time, what with the pollution mortals have tainted the skies with, but here? In Epirus, where there are more mountains than men?"

Zoe's eyes brightened. "It seems that there are some little gems of the old world left."

Percy stared up into the night sky, innumerable stars beaming back down at him. It was pitch black out, but the stars and the moon (which seemed to be shining a little bit brighter than normal) lit up everything beautifully.

"It's amazing," he admitted, before blushing, "But I don't think I can pick out any constellations aside from the Huntress. In New York I was lucky if I could see any of them."

Zoe squeezed his hand gently. "That's alright," she whispered, "We can start from the beginning, if thou would like."

He found himself grinning. "Yes please - if that's not too much trouble."

"Don't worry," Zoe responded, grin bright enough to match the stars, "I think it would be good to refresh my memory. And if I'm not mistaken, there may be a new constellation or two since I last saw the stars. I think we should start with Perseus."

Percy chuckled. "Sounds like a plan."

They were out cold in no time at all.

He had no dreams.

–

"Percy."

Percy mumbled incoherently.

"Percy."

"Five more minutes," he groaned.

"Percy."

He went to throw his pillow at whoever was talking to him, only to realize that he didn't have one.

In fact, he didn't have a blanket either. It was kind of drafty - what gives?

He cracked one bleary eye open. Someone was standing over him, but he couldn't really make out who. Something was also on top of his left arm.

"Gotta say kid," they continued, "I'm impressed! You've certainly found yourself some better company since the last time we talked - Apollo would be proud!"

At the mention of one of the Olympians, Percy's eyes shot open. "Wuh?"

The figure chuckled. His curly black hair shook as he laughed, and the sly grin never left his face. He held an iPod in his left hand, and it looked as though the wires the earbuds were connected to were wiggling.

"George wants to know if you've got any rats for him." He snickered. "Should I tell him you're busy?"

Percy blinked. Whoever he was expecting, this wasn't it.

"Um, hey Hermes."

—

A/N: Woohoo! Another chapter down (even if there was very little plot progression lol. House of Hades is over!

What do you think? Good? Bad? Mediocre? Let me know! Also I've seen several reviews saying that Blood of Olympus wasn't great, so let me know what the issues with that book were so that I can avoid those pitfalls! I'm working on the book right now, and forming my own plans (as you can probably guess), but the feedback is always appreciated!

Hope you enjoyed! Until next time!