Percy woke to the sound of Annabeth retching and winced. At some point, someone had laid the fleece over him once again and he was feeling immensely better. Definitely a relief, especially if the others were having such a hard time… which it definitely sounded like. He knew there was a huge difference between a larger boat and a life-raft for people not associated with the sea. Depending on how well the fleece had healed him this time, he could probably do something about that.
More sounds of gagging and Luke quietly talking. Percy sat up with a slight wince at the discomfort in his gut to see the older boy gently patting Annabeth's back as she lay half overboard, head out of view.
"Percy!" Grover said happily. "I'm so glad you're up! Please get us out of here."
The satyr sat near Annabeth's other side, watching her nervously when he wasn't forcing a smile at Percy.
"Yeah," he said, then yawned. His stomach growled, but he ignored it. When was the last time he'd eaten? He'd definitely be going for cheeseburgers when he got home. By the time he'd handed the fleece back to Grover and hopped over the side, Annabeth had finished throwing up and had curled up next to Luke against the side of the raft. "How long was I out?" The time-traveler asked.
"Maybe an hour," Luke muttered.
Percy nodded. Truthfully, he'd like another couple of hours, even with the fleece, but he'd already decided that what he'd gotten would have to be good enough. The ache in his gut wasn't too bad anymore, only a mild throbbing at worst, especially here on the ocean. He smiled. Yeah, he could get them back to New York in no time.
"Alright, everyone: brace yourselves!"
"This is gonna suck," Luke muttered. Annabeth whimpered and Grover gulped. Percy winced. He didn't want to make them any more uncomfortable than they already were, but getting them out of there was the priority, even if putting someone already queasy through the equivalent of a multi-hour roller coaster ride was a very bad idea. Still, he braced himself and let out a breath, then he hardened the water under the raft, and pushed it forward, gradually speeding up so as to ease them up to speed.
Behind him, he heard Luke talking Annabeth through breathing exercises and wished he could help calm her stomach or something. He even tried to reach out through his demigod domain, but all he could do was get a sense of utter misery from her, and nothing else. He backed away very quickly (the last thing they needed was two sick demigods) and focused on getting them back to Long Island. Eventually, Grover got the idea to lay the fleece around Annabeth's shoulders, which seemed to help.
Normally it would take a boat three to four days to reach New York from Florida. Then again, people wouldn't normally have a demigod pushing them over the water at well over a hundred miles per hour. He was even able to negate some of the jerking bumps resulting from their sheer speed over the open-water waves, but it was the best he could do and the most he dared push both for his own sake and those of his questmates. Annabeth threw up at least twice more. Grover threw up once. Luke didn't, but he had gone very pale.
It took them almost six hours to get back. By that time, the throb in his gut had returned (it was becoming uncomfortably familiar) and the sun had almost gone down, practically lighting the water on fire. Normally, he would have found it gorgeous. Just then, he wondered where something that poetic had come from. Probably Apollo. He would have shuddered if he'd had enough energy and focus to spare, but he was too busy searching for the coordinates for Camp just then.
Once he saw the familiar beach, he let out a relieved sigh and called out to the demigods behind him.
"Praise mother," Annabeth said over the wind.
"Praise Pan," Grover said.
"Hallelujah," said Luke. Everyone turned to look at him. "What?" he asked.
Percy easily got the water to deposit the raft on the beach. Some campers who had been there for a pre-curfew swim started out towards them, but backed away when a three-story wave, in one long column, left their life raft high and dry. Ignoring uncertain calls of 'are you okay?' and cries to go get Chiron, Annabeth practically flopped over the side, collapsing onto the sand as if she'd found pure gold. Or a library. Grover wasn't that far behind her. Luke was a little more dignified, managing to swing his legs out of the wet raft, only to gently lower himself next to Annabeth. Percy frowned. Had it really been that bad?
"You… are a machine," Luke said.
Percy sighed. "You might think that, but I've regularly pushed my abilities over the last couple of days and I'm paying for it." He put a hand over his stomach. It wasn't what hurt, his divine power was more esoteric than that, but it was close enough. The only reason it wasn't worse was because of his proximity to the ocean for the last six hours, and the fleece before that.
"Fleece," Annabeth said, as if reading his mind, practically face-down in the sand. She pointed to Grover, whom she'd given it back to at some point for some reason Percy didn't have enough bandwidth to ask about.
"It's hot," he whined. He knew it sounded childish, but come on, wasn't he in enough discomfort?
"That or pain," Luke said, leaning back against the raft. Well, he wasn't wrong. So, despite the lingering summer heat, Percy still grabbed the fleece from Grover's grasp and threw it over his shoulders. It helped. But Thalia needed it too. Should he just keep it on as he walked through camp? Maybe that was a little too attention grabbing, but…
"Do you all want to stay here while I take this to the tree?"
Annabeth groaned.
"Just give us a minute to rest," Luke said. Grover bleated in agreement.
Percy eyed the other campers still watching them and the path towards the big house he could see in the distance.
"That won't be for long," he muttered.
"So?" Luke asked.
Eh, fair.
Curling up in the fleece, he collapsed beside everyone else. They had a couple of minutes at least, and where else would he be more at home than on the beach at Camp? Maybe with his mother, but few other places. Even his father's palace wasn't quite so welcoming. He liked the undersea Camp (whose name kept changing for some reason), but he was a… had been a god of demigods, not merfolk or his father's people, so he'd never really found a home there either.
He didn't know how long it took for Chiron—and a fair amount of other demigods—to reach the beach, but the ache had lessened significantly and Annabeth had managed to roll over.
"Luke! Annabeth! Grover! Percy!"
"Hey, Chiron," Luke said.
The centaur pulled up short in front of them, staring down at Percy. "I see you got the fleece."
"Yup," Percy muttered.
Chiron raised an eyebrow. "I thought it was for Thalia's tree. And the camp."
"It is," Luke said. "He just needs it because he almost burned himself out by throwing us across the sea in a life raft at 200 miles per hour for six hours."
"165," Percy corrected, snuggling down into the fleece. "Or 143 knots." He could already hear the watching demigods whispering. "Give or take," he added on. It didn't help. That life raft had been pretty high quality if it could withstand speeding across the sea like that. One of the Hephaestus kids' brain children? Probably. Why couldn't they focus on that?
"That was after he used water to travel to the other side of the country to help Bianca in the Underworld," Grover said.
"Guys," Percy whined.
"Which happened after he created an ice-bridge that lasted more than an hour in the Caribbean and killed Polyphemus," Annabeth added.
"Wat about you guys?" Percy asked, sitting up, still wrapped in the fleece. "Annabeth came up with the plan that worked to get the Fleece and had everything completely planned and mapped out from the get go! She's the only reason it worked! You and Luke actually stole the fleece from under Polyphemus' nose and kept it safe! Grover distracted the carnivorous sheep the size of hippos and was the one who allowed you all to follow the hippocampi when I left, which saved you from getting eaten by Charybdis when you got back out of the Sea of Monsters!"
Luke looked amused. Annabeth and Grover looked annoyed and both opened their mouths only to be cut off by Chiron.
"Well, it seems you've had quite the adventure. However, to finish the quest, we do need to make sure the fleece gets to Half-blood Hill," he pointed out.
Percy sighed. "Fine," he said as he tried to get to his feet without unwrapping the fleece from around him. He managed… barely. Trying not to let everyone's staring get to him, he marched right past them and Chiron. Ten minutes later, he'd reached the bottom of Half-blood hill. Hermes kids were calling out encouragement to him, but they didn't approach, seemingly determined to let him finish his quest. He appreciated it.
Sighing, he went to step up the trail leading up the hill when he saw a flash of blond beside him. Pausing, he glanced over to see Annabeth standing there, still absently trying to brush sand out of her hair.
"Well, are we doing this or not?" Luke's voice had Percy whipping around to see the older boy and Grover also with him. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel an immense surety come over him, as if with these people by his side, they could overcome anything.
"Would either of you like to do the honors?" he asked, finally letting the Fleece fall from his shoulders. It hadn't actually been too warm, to his immense relief. His gut still hurt though.
"It's your quest," Luke said.
"She's your friend," Percy replied, then glanced at Annabeth. "Your sister."
Luke and Annabeth exchanged glances over Percy's head (he hated how he was shorter than her at this point), having a silent conversation.
"I think you earned this," Annabeth finally said softly.
Percy smiled at her, then at the others, and took a step forward. He made his way steadily up the hill until he stood underneath the giant branches of the Pine tree. With his short stature, it took him throwing the Fleece up and snagging it over the branch to set it in place. Almost immediately, he could feel the camp perk up. More life energy seemed to flow through it and the borders were definitely stronger. The camp seemed to breathe out in assued relaxation. Percy related.
"Looking forward to meeting you, Thalia," he whispered to the tree before standing back, admiring his handiwork. It looked awful and sloppy, but Percy had never cared for appearances. If something got the job done, then great!
"Well," Chiron said, voice chipper, "that's a quest completed. I've already been in contact with someone who will help me get a guard for the fleece. Until then, well done! We will burn the shrouds tonight and feast and—"
"Just a moment," Mr. D cut in from the side of the tree towards the house.
Like his words had flipped a switch, everyone's smiles vanished. Percy had a bad feeling about this. Just the way the god looked at Percy. His expressions were subtle under the mask of a careless camp director, but Percy had seen him at least once a year, every year, for three hundred years, usually more often. That didn't make them best friends, but he could read the god more than anyone there except maybe Chiron.
He could read Chiron much better, having spent far more time around him. The Centaur's own sudden worry (that likely only Percy and Mr. D could see) didn't help.
"Mr. Johnson," he paused as if waiting for a denial. Percy knew better. Dionysus finally went on. "Congratulations and all that, sure, but you've been summoned to Mount Olympus."
"What!?" Luke, Annabeth, Grover, and many of the Hermes cabin asked in various states of surprise and/or anger.
Percy's bad feeling amped up. "Why?"
Mr. D shrugged. "As if I know."
"Well, it would go a lot smoother if I knew what to prepare for," Percy said, putting on his own nonchalant face.
"Too bad," the god said.
Typical. Percy snorted. "Then be it on you all for not letting me prepare. Remember that."
Mr. D rolled his eyes. "Such drama."
"Remember you said that, too," Percy replied, leaning back against the tree. "So, are we going?" He smirked. It took far more effort and energy to teleport something a god wasn't physically touching. There were more criteria that determined difficulty: a sentient, sapient being was harder than inanimate objects; was the person/object within one of the god's domains? Were they also teleporting themselves? To the same place? Was another being getting in the way with their own power? How strong was that being? What were that being's domains? Etc.
Dionysus shouldn't have any problems teleporting Percy despite being outside of his domains currently (no parties, no wine, though some madness, he supposed), but it would be an inconvenience.
Percy's smirk dimmed a little when the god narrowed his eyes. "Of course, over here," he finally answered, gesturing to his side.
"I'm good," the time-traveler said.
"Percy," Grover hissed, but his warning went unheeded. Percy didn't take his eyes off of Dionysus. It had become a power play, one the demigod refused to lose. The fact that it would delay his sudden meeting on Olympus had nothing to do with it. He expected Mr. D to make demands, and okay, he'd probably have to 'give in', but it would show a lot to the demigods watching. Really watching. Like Annabeth. And probably Luke. It would also drive home that Percy isn't a big fan of the Olympians.
So he was far more surprised when Mr. D said, "Very well," tightly and Percy found himself in front of the giant doors to the Olympian throne room after a flash of light.
What?
"Didn't expect that, did you?" Mr. D asked smugly from beside him. Percy blinked and opened his mouth, but the god cut him off. "Inside. They're waiting."
Percy wanted to say they could keep waiting, but again, the look in the other's eye stopped him. Mr. D was angry. Not surface level, typical Olympian petty angry, but something… deeper? No. Well, maybe, but that wasn't the word he was looking for. And Percy couldn't sense gods' emotions for a clue.
Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the enormous doors swung open and Mr. D pushed Percy inside, none too gently.
"Hey!" Percy said, turning to face the god, but he was already gone, flashing to his own throne.
Angry, Percy shoved his fists into his pockets and thought dark things while shooting a glare at Dionysus as he stepped farther into the throne room. The god didn't seem to care. The enormous doors slamming shut behind Percy didn't cause him to so much as flinch. After a minute, he came to the center of the room and leaned on one foot.
"So?" he finally asked. But he was worried. This was a full council. Why would they need the full council for him?
"Impertinent!" Hera huffed.
Percy shrugged. "I'm his son," he pointed to Poseidon. "Do you really expect anything else?"
"At least he knows how to act in any given situation."
Percy raised an eyebrow at the Queen of the Gods before turning to his father. "Really?"
"Do not throw me under the bus," his father said. With that tone, it was half warning, half amusement. Basically, 'Don't go any farther, but that was funny.'
The time-traveler shrugged and fixed his eyes on the King of the Gods. Zeus looked angry, but different than his normal, general anger. Much like Dionysus, actually. Percy still couldn't place exactly what had changed, though. Was this because Percy was in the past? Had they really changed that much in the future? That both did and didn't give him so much hope, even if he had his work cut out for him.
That strange click inside of him pinged again, like a puzzle piece fitting into place.
"Your trial will now begin."
In his first life, Percy would have been terrified at those words. In this life? He just sighed.
"Great. What are you accusing me of now?"
"Withholding information."
Percy snorted, hoping that covered his fear. Did they know? But he'd been so careful… Well, probably not as careful as he could have been. He had let it slip a couple of times, but unless they were paying really close attention….
Oh.
They totally knew.
Calm down, Seaweed Brain.
Right.
"Last I heard, that's not a crime."
"It is if we say so!" Zeus thundered.
Percy narrowed his eyes. "No, it's not. Because if you make up rules on the fly, your subjects will never know how they should act. At that point, you will only have fear and chaos, and not the good kind. Eventually, you will have rebellion, and they will succeed because they have nothing to lose. Or, you could just prevent all of that and be consistent. So, when, before today, have you announced to Olympus and the Greeks in general that withholding information is a crime? And I can illustrate many stories and instances where every single god here has committed that "crime", so I'd recommend choosing your words carefully."
The entire council had fallen into complete silence, staring at him like he'd grown multiple heads. It was how he'd treated the council in the future, but he wasn't about to change. Not if he wanted to get things done and start on the right foot.
Then Zeus rose to his feet, his aura stretching out over the council ominously. Percy put all of his own power into standing up against the god's aura. The fact that the demigod didn't show an ounce of discomfort seemed to tick the king off even more.
"You dare?!" he yelled.
"Yes! I dare," Percy said.
"Perseus," his father jumped in, nervous.
Percy ignored him, pushing his divine power further. "I dare because it's true! I'm warning you and—"
That same thing that had clicked before did so again, but harder. Warmth flooded his body and he vaguely realized he'd begun to glow as his mouth opened of its own accord.
"Council of hypocrisy
listen and take heed.
Acting above the laws and rules
only doom precedes.
Hubris, sloth, and arrogance,
Apathy and hate,
Ignorance and selfishness,
Your flaws reveal your state
Join, Olympians, arise,
mend thy errs and fight!
Lest time's return, the old king's hate
crushes all beneath its might."
Percy blinked and the throne room had fallen silent. Everyone stared at him again, but he had no answers. He had no clue why he'd said that. It hadn't even been a very good rhyme, but… he'd meant every word. That had been… a domain? Yes. A domain speaking through him. But domains weren't personified like that. At least none of his had been. Sentient? Maybe. But not Sapient. Not to that extent.
And speaking that had hurt, drawn power out of him he didn't know he had. And it was still there. And growing. Just… what?
The gods had begun to get over their own shock. Zeus' expression melted down, well beyond livid now as his hand glowed with lightning. Oh, not good. The other gods had begun to speak or move, talking to each other worriedly. Poseidon's eyes widened suddenly and he lunged for his brother, but not before the king of the gods lifted his arm, hurling lightning at Percy. Time seemed to slow as the white light shot towards him, but he couldn't move. Not with the growing pain and burning freezing him in place. I almost hurt as bad as—
He tried to cut the thought off, but couldn't.
It hurt like his ascension had…
The realization nearly stopped his heart, long before any lightning reached him.
No… no, no, NO! Not now! Not ever! It couldn't happen now!
No! He screamed mentally. No! Please!
He wasn't ready!
(He would never be ready.)
He didn't want to ascend!
To be fair, he didn't want to die either and with the lightning streaming towards him it was probably one or the other at this point. If he'd had more time, maybe he would have broken down in tears, or gasped or something, but the lightning had nearly reached him.
And then someone was in front of him and the world sped up again. No, not just someone, three someones. Each of them held their hands out, creating a shield that redirected the lightning. No one should be able to do that, though! Well, Zeus hadn't used his Master Bolt but… wait, were those the Fates?
"Blow your horn, boy!" one of them managed to yell over the screaming and buzzing of the enormous bolt of electricity.
Desperately, Percy's hands scrambled to follow the instruction given to him, though they barely seemed to work as they tried to close around the horn. His breath had sped up, which just made his body hurt more, which made breathing harder, which made him breathe faster… It was a nasty cycle he wished he could forget experiencing before, but he knew it would forever be burned into his memory. Literally.
He was glad he'd had the horn strapped over his shoulder because he fumbled it no less than five times before he managed to grasp it firmly enough to bring it to his lips and blow. Immediately, the power flowed from his gut to the horn in a stream of energy and sound. He blew until he had no breath, then he filled his lungs deeply and blew again. The burning began to recede.
"Keep going!" Another, very similar voice to the first snapped. He didn't pause to tell them he hadn't planned on stopping anyway. While the burning had lessened, it wasn't going away. He needed it too. Desperately. So he blew harder. His gut still ached and burned, his lungs were quickly matching the pain, and the burning was still there!
The Fates yelled something, though he didn't think it was at him so he ignored them. He did note that the lightning was no longer being redirected, so Zeus had stopped at least. The rest of the council had descended into chaos, screaming and yelling. He couldn't focus enough to make any of their words out.
Some of the gods were glowing, he realized. His father, Hestia (previously unnoticed by—or in—the hearth, she really didn't like attention drawn to her), and the Fates in particular, but Dionysus, Hermes, Apollo, Aphrodite, and Artemis too, if to a lesser extent. Hephaestus and Demeter even had slight glows they were both examining curiously.
Athena, Ares, Zeus, and Hera had no such glow.
Was that… coming from Percy? Could ascension energy do that to a current god? Well, at least he knew who his allies were. Useful.
Stupid 12-year-old, ADHD riddled, demigod mind, getting distracted again despite his predicament. He focused back on the horn, pushing any power he had towards it. It wasn't enough. There was too much, the energy coming too fast, burning through his body—
Then, a hand fell on his shoulder. He looked up, expecting to see his Father or one of the Fates. To his surprise, he saw an unusually serious Apollo. His glowing had brightened.
"I'm going to draw energy out of you and try to heal what remains."
Percy, who had paused blowing to stare in surprise at the god, nodded. Pushing past the unexpected turn, he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and went to raise the horn to blow again, noting that the burning had increased after he'd stopped.
"I remember what this felt like," another voice next to his opposite shoulder said. Percy whipped his head around to see a young Mr. D there. "I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. You are most certainly not that." He glanced up at Apollo. "Tell me what to do."
Apollo nodded. "Keep blowing that horn, kid!"
Percy immediately went back to the horn, doing his best to ignore the chaos around him. A warmth from the two gods flooded his body, in strange opposition to the burning. Almost immediately, it felt as if a build-up of energy had released, flowing towards the alien energies, following them out and away from himself.
Into the gods next to him.
Oh.
Percy closed his eyes, but his eyelids still lit up, red and pink from the resulting light.
Then it darkened again.
"Perseus," he heard Apollo say gently, "you can stop now."
He was right, the burning was gone, just leaving that throbbing ache behind. Percy let the horn fall from his mouth and nearly collapsed with it. Apollo's too-warm hand caught him before he face-planted, so there was that at least.
"—Is your fault!" one of the Fates was saying, voice harsh. "The boy cannot simply stop his new domain! His warnings are a part of him just as Phoebus Apollo's prophecies are!" Then three voices together. "You cannot deny fate!"
"According to you, he isn't Fate!" Zeus practically yelled back. Percy winced at his loud voice. It didn't help the headache beginning to grow behind his eyes. At least it wasn't burning anymore.
"He is still subject to it!" One of the women said.
"And Fate has declared his domain to be Change!"
"That is Janus'—" Hera started, but the Fates cut her off. Funny, they were normally more respectful than that. The gods must have really ticked them off.
"Not Janus' kind! True change!"
"Deep change!"
"Permanent change!"
Huh? Percy had never had the domain of Change before… His brain wasn't working and couldn't seem to process the complicated information. Well, it seemed complicated to him, at least. It didn't make any sense.
"Are you saying that is what jump-started his… episode?" Athena asked stiffly. "Him claiming an unclaimed domain? By accident?!"
"Yes," the three Fates said together.
That made sense. Too much sense. Then Percy stiffened as the words finally registered. Another domain? He didn't need more domains! But… they were right. He could tell. And he could still feel the new one. He silently cursed in a mix of Greek, Latin, English, Korean, and a couple of African languages just to be thorough. He didn't have enough energy left to say it aloud, though. Pity.
Thankfully, someone else seemed happy to voice the questions Percy wanted to. "That's excluding the strange domains he already has?" Dionysus asked, sounding surprised.
"Yes," the Fates repeated.
That confirmed that the council definitely knew something about his time-travel. Percy groaned. It barely came out of his mouth, but could anyone really blame him? He didn't want to have this conversation with them ever, let alone now.
"Speaking of—" Athena started, but Apollo interrupted her, sounding a little panicked himself.
"Wait, 'If Change arises…' The prophecy is about him!"
Percy forced the black spots creeping in from the side of his vision away through sheer will and strained to turn to the sun god. He wasn't glowing anymore, so at least he didn't blind the single mortal in the room.
"What… Prophecy?" Percy choked.
"Apollo!" Zeus thundered. Literally. The boom shook the entire room, probably the entire mountain.
"If the Prophecy is about him, then he deserves to hear it!" Apollo returned firmly.
"Yes," the Fates agreed.
Zeus seethed. At least from what Percy could see through the returning black spots and pin-pricks of color. At least that was a human thing. He relaxed a little more.
Ignoring his father, the God of Prophecies turned back to the demigod.
"The old fulfilled, the world anew, cannot prevent the crooked two.
Fifteen years must be fulfilled, or see men and Olympus yield.
If Change arises ere their time, above the new, the old shall climb.
The fruit, for love, once consumed, shows awful choices then exhumed.
The world in peril, once again, may thus be saved by gods and men."
Oh.
Oh, that was… not good. Very not good. He wanted to examine it, find what hidden meanings he could to try and prevent some pain at least, but again his brain wouldn't do what he wanted it to.
"Actually," Athena said, her voice sounding distant and fuzzy. "With the new information and theories I've come up with, the Prophecy makes a great deal more sense. The old fulfilled and world anew—that obviously refers to him—"
"Athena, not now," Apollo said. "Perseus is about to pass out."
"No, I'm not," the time-traveler slurred. Huh, that didn't come out the way he wanted. Okay, maybe he was about to pass out. That… actually sounded nice.
It also meant he had one final thing to say. "Don't… call me… Perseus."
Surprise as the spots began to win their battle, crawling farther and farther over Percy's vision.
"What?" Dionysus asked.
"Goes… for ev'ryone," the time-traveler said, hoping he was at least somewhat legible. "Call me… Percy. Or things go boom. It bad."
What was he even saying?
He didn't really know anymore as he mercifully blacked out.
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Omake from Shadow Slayer:
Athena: You are on trial for withholding information!
Percy Jackson, Ace Attorney: *points at Zeus* OBJECTION!
xXx
Omake 2:
Percy: *does something that ticks a random god or monster off… again*
Random god or monster: YOU DARE?!
Percy: Well, DUH. It's my MO.
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AN: I. HATE. Making. PJO Prophecies. I HATE IT. Aarg! You guys have NO idea how many issues this one gave me. Went onto Discord and had them help me there and this is what we came up with, but this is like the 7th iteration and I'm still not super happy with it (though my awesome Discord peeps made it better).
FYI, my beta readers were a little confused when I kept outlining things Percy said outside of shields that could be hints. LOL There were a lot. Which I honestly think is just so Percy. ^^; *ahem*
SO, no update last week. I got some very kind messages worrying about myself and Hubby, and I want to thank everyone who sent one. It warms my heart and gives me motivation to keep going. Hubby appreciates it too. Just… thank you. Super long chapter makes up for it, I hope!
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