"I want to rewrite the book, not just live another chapter."

- Ludwig Ahgren


Percy hadn't been in a waiting room in… some time. His name usually granted him access to anyone and anything almost immediately.

That did not extend, it appeared, to meeting the headmaster of Haven.

He had sat for almost a half hour now, bouncing his leg impatiently in the headmaster's waiting room.

Percy tried to keep the scowl off his face. The assistant was nice enough, and really it wasn't her fault. Apparently telling her that he was sent by Ozpin didn't qualify him for an expedient meeting.

Percy was about ready to just bust down the doors and walk in there when the doors opened, and headmaster Lionheart himself stood there to greet Percy.

Percy stood, reaching a hand out to shake his hand.

"Ah, you must be Perseus. Pleased to meet you, I am Leonardo Lionheart. I apologise for the wait, I've been buried in meetings all morning."

Percy nodded. "It's no problem." And he was surprised that he actually meant it. He had been impatient waiting, but to be fair, Lionheart probably was a pretty busy guy.

"Here, right this way." Lionheart gestured down the hallway and they began walking side by side, presumably to the man's office. "So, you said Ozpin sent you?"

Percy nodded. "Well, technically Qrow, but yes. I have a file for you. Something that needed to be delivered personally, it seems."

Leonardo's eyes widened, before he schooled his expression, but Percy didn't miss it. Whatever Percy was delivering seemed to be a bigger deal than some trade agreement or something.

Nodding, Leonardo pushed into his office. "I understand. I'll need to upload it to an air gapped terminal, I presume?"

Percy nodded. "That's correct."

Lionheart pulled out Remnant's equivalent of a laptop, and Percy pulled out his scroll, pressing the needed buttons and sending the file directly to Lionheart's laptop, needing only the administrator's approval. Remnant tech was nifty like that.

Lionheart nodded and closed the laptop. "Thank you my boy. You've done Remnant a great service."

Percy nodded. Hopefully whatever Lionheart had made him wait a half hour in his lobby for had been worth it.

"You must be very trusted by Ozpin to deliver such information, and any friend of his is a friend of mine. Is there anything I can do for you, my boy?"

Percy tucked away his scroll and shook his head. "Hopefully you don't mind if I keep the offer of a favor in mind, but no, there's nothing you can help me with right now. Thank you, headmaster."

Lionheart bowed, and Percy hurried to do the same in turn, still not incredibly familiar with how customs differed in different parts of Mistral.

"Then I wish you luck on your travels. I'll have my assistant alert me should you ever need anything." He said with a wide smile.

Percy tried not to wince. It was weird, being around such a… kind person. Generally powerful people acting nice was off putting, for good reason. You couldn't become one of the most powerful people in the world without getting your hands at least a little dirty, much less in Mistral of all places. That made Percy worry.

Shoving his concerns to the back of his mind, Percy nodded. "I appreciate it. And luck to you as well." he replied, before turning on his heel and walking out of the office. He felt like he was a kid again, running up the stairs after turning the lights off, but trying to make it look like he was walking up the stairs normally. He didn't know what it was about this place, or Lionheart, but he wanted out.

Shaking his head, Percy turned his focus to the more important matter at hand.

Leaving the building, he pulled out his scroll and called Shiro.

"Any luck?"

Shiro's face appeared on his screen, and Percy was slightly taken aback by the bags visible under the man's eyes. Maybe he should force him to take a vacation sometime.

"A little." Shiro visibly stifled a yawn. "The experts I brought in said that with the encryption level, and the requirements you set out for precautions, that it'll take anywhere from a few weeks to a few years. Their best guess is that technology will progress enough to crack it fairly quickly within the next couple years, but you probably won't have any real chance right now."

Percy pursed his lips. "Have them get working immediately then. The sooner the better."

Shiro raised an eyebrow. "You'll be paying these guys a small fortune to do this assuming it takes a month, much less what it'll take in a year, or even two. What's on this thing that you'd be willing to do that?"

Percy glanced around quickly, making sure that he was alone. "It was something sensitive enough that they didn't want to take the chance of sending it directly, they wanted it physically delivered. Between one of the more powerful men in Mistral, and the most powerful man on Remnant. My interest has peaked."

It was Shiro's turn to purse his lips. "You know the chance of it being time sensitive information is incredibly high, right? Troop movements, some security they need patched in the CCT, some short term vulnerability they wanted to communicate about without letting anyone know. To spend this much money on such a small chance it'll be useful in a few years when one or both might not be in office is risky."

Percy narrowed his eyes. "They're both… off. I can't explain it, but take my word on this. I need to know everything I can about the two, and if they're communicating…"

Percy thought back to moments ago inside Lionhearts office. The feeling of… not being watched, but not being in friendly territory. Like he would get stabbed in the back at any moment. And then back to the first time he met Ozpin, how… old those eyes looked. It was possible the man had just survived a weirdly long amount of time because of aura, but Percy hadn't seen that look on anyone under a thousand years old, and he wanted to know why.

Shiro just sighed and shook his head. "You asked me to trust you until you stopped winning, and it is your money, I'll get to work on it right away. But I warned you."

Percy nodded. "Thank you. And I heard about what you did with the council of Windpath. It might make things a bit easier, but I don't need to be the chairman of the council. They can govern themselves as long as they obey us when we need them to."

Shiro blinked, processed what Percy said, smiled, and then started chuckling. Considering Percy had yet to see Shiro actually laugh, he was a bit bemused.

"Percy, I didn't do anything. The people of Windpath elected you. Unemployment has been cut in half in the time you've been gone from the city. The place is an economic miracle at this point, and you didn't have to do any of it. The people are thankful, Percy."

Percy stopped for a moment and tried to think about that. He was seventeen (not even legally able to hold the position, mind you.) and had been elected the chairman of the city council of Windpath, a city that housed hundreds of thousands of souls.

Percy shook his head as he started walking again, approaching the elevator station. "Moving past that, as soon as you're done with our little project, I'm gonna need you to take a long weekend. Take friday through monday off. That's an order."

Shiro scoffed, befuddled. "What? You do know this enterprise will collapse if I take a day off, much less fou—" Percy shut his scroll, ending the call and entering an elevator. He would head back to Windpath for the weekend to do his job for a little. All he knew was that Shiro needed some time off too.


"So you'll provide us the weapons, is what you're saying."

Percy snorted. He was quickly realizing that Adam Taurus — who it seemed was now permanently in charge of field operations — had a one track mind.

"If you agree to my terms, yes."

They were sitting in a condo living room. Percy wasn't stupid enough to tell them where he actually lived, so they were in an unused condo Percy had bought out when he had moved here.

Taurus nodded. "Then we have a deal. You get to tell us what to do as long as it doesn't conflict with our long term goals, but you have to put a weapon in the hands of every member of the White Fang."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't Sienna have to decide that?"

Adam just narrowed his eyes. "She has command back in Menagerie, but I'm in charge of operations here. Getting weapons for the soldiers to use is my job."

Percy stared back, contemplating for a while, wondering how this would play out. From what he understood, Adam didn't seem awfully keen on Sienna's leadership, at least not entirely. He wanted to do his own thing, and her returning to Menagerie had allowed exactly that.

But he didn't much care. Even if she wasn't the one to sign the paper, she would understand what reneging on the deal would mean anyway. As far as he was concerned, this was good enough.

Percy pulled a paper out of a drawer built into the coffee table they were sitting at and put it on the table with a pen, sliding both towards Adam.

He looked at the pen and paper like they were a foreign object.

"What, are you gonna sue me if I go back on the deal or something?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "This is just to make sure that we don't have any misunderstandings. A year or two from now, who knows what our deal will be interpreted as."

The paper was a single page, a bit over half full with two spots to sign at the bottom. He had had Shiro write it up before his little vacation. He hated to put more on the guy's plate, but Percy was dyslexic, and he didn't want Shiro's secretary or whoever else he would get to write it to know that Percy was funding the White Fang.

Adam took a cursory glance before deciding he would indulge Percy, signing the line at the bottom.

Percy took the paper and shoved it back in the table, making a note to get it later and take it back to Windpath.

Adam stood, and Percy copied him. The faunus was shorter than Percy, something he was sure irked him to no end. But he had to admit, being in charge of the operations of an international armed resistance movement at even younger than Percy's age was downright prodigal by most people's standards. That had earned the young bull faunus Percy's respect, if not necessarily his endearment.

Adam didn't even bother to shake hands, just walking out with a firm nod to Percy. gods, Percy was one to talk but the guy wasn't the strongest when it came to people skills.

Shaking his head, Percy waited a few seconds before walking out after Taurus. He had to get some sleep. He did have training with Pyrrha tomorrow morning, after all.


"You're off balance again." Percy casually kicked her ankle, sending her sprawling into the dirt. She lay there for a few seconds before standing up, catching her breath. That would, unfortunately, have to be corrected.

She got in her ready stance and once again jabbed at him, beginning the spar anew. This time she leaned back to avoid putting too much weight on one foot for him to sweep.

Percy had his sword drawn, though that was mostly so she wouldn't feel bad losing to him without a weapon. Deciding the opportunity was just too obvious, he decided to take it.

He rested Riptide up against her spear to hold it away from him and body slammed her shield, sending her sprawling onto her back. "Your weight was too much on your back. I said you weren't balanced last time, not that you needed to lean back."

Nodding with determination, she quickly rolled back up and into her standard stance, taking care to jab at him just little bits at a time.

He was teaching her to be a defensive fighter, which was… unfortunate. It's what you got when you were facing an oppressively superior opponent all the time — making slow, cautious moves to make sure you wouldn't get caught out.

That would be great if he was training her to go fight grimm or a real huntsman tomorrow. But he wasn't. He was supposed to be training her to face kids her own age, she would learn more as she got older.

But he had no intention of letting up either. It was important he corrected her openings, and yet at the same time he wanted her to be more aggressive. If he could find a way to reward aggression without letting her get away with her more reckless moves, it would be ideal.

Percy pursed his lips. "How about this. If you can hit me, we'll call training. Until then, we keep going."

Pyrrha's eyes widened, and then set back into their steely determination. He didn't know if she was still shy around him or just generally not talkative, but she rarely spoke unless spoken to.

It turned out Percy's plan worked, because a moment later she surged forward in a burst of movement, her spear directed towards his heart — center mass, where it would be tough to dodge.

Riptide batted the spear aside, and a kick met her sternum, sending her falling back onto the dirt floor coughing and hacking. After several seconds of catching her breath, she stood back up.

"That wasn't bad, but remember to have your shield and your feet ready to brace, especially when facing a faster opponent. You need to get up sooner, too. An opponent won't let you regain your breath. Right now we're doing dozens of small spars, but I want you to be able to recover from these. Expect me to be on you next time."

The red haired girl gave a brief nod, before surging forward again, this time feinting a strike for his thigh, and then directing it up towards his stomach.

Percy twisted to his right and kicked her ankle, sending it in the air. She had learned her lesson, though, because her other foot remained on the ground. She tried to rotate her body to get both feet back on the ground again, but Percy walked up to her and shoved her off balance before she could. After a brief struggle to regain balance, she ended up in the dirt.

Percy slowly pulled his foot back, braced himself, winced, made sure that yes, he was actually doing this…

And then kicked a twelve year old in the mouth.

Pyrrha's head was knocked back, and a hand came up to grab at her mouth in pain. He had to remember that one: she had aura, and it didn't hurt nearly as much as it could have, and two: he was training her for the real world. She wouldn't learn to avoid the kick to the head unless it actually came.

That being said, it still felt incredibly uncomfortable to literally kick a child while they were down.

Percy stepped back. She wouldn't recover from that in time to stop his opponent from doing anything. He wanted to prepare her for a real fight, yes, but he didn't want to keep hitting her when she was already beaten.

Percy didn't say anything, and he didn't need to; she had learned from her mistakes.

Getting back into her ready stance, she gave a cautious jab once again.

Percy frowned, apparently his tactic to make her more aggressive hadn't worked out in the long run.

At least, that was what he thought until she took a firm step back and raised her spear, moving the shield further in front of it.

But what had looked like her just raising her spear had been her switching her grip into an overhand javelin throwing grip. Letting the shield drop, she heaved her spear at him.

That, Percy decided, was impressive enough to grant her a win, or at least a hit. Nobody her age would be able to dodge — this was her match.

He grunted as the spear impacted his chest, wincing at the stinging sensation that followed. He could have stepped out of the way or grabbed the spear and told her she had won, but that would ruin the point, in a way. She needed the reinforcement that she had succeeded — not been allowed to succeed.

Percy bent over to pick up the spear and slowly walked to a nervous Pyrrha.

"That wouldn't have worked in a real fight. Aura would tank the hit, and then you'd be down a weapon. Never throw your weapon in a real fight, unless you know you can get it back before it'll be a problem. Understand?"

Pyrrha quickly nodded. "Yes, but I—" Percy held up a hand, cutting her off.

"But," he emphasized. "You were given an objective, and accomplished that objective. The cost was irrelevant. Good job Pyrrha, we can call it a day."

Percy tried not to notice how she perked up at that. She was twelve — she wanted to go talk to her friends, or play a game or something. He wasn't really sure what twelve year old girls did in their free time, especially in Remnant.

Percy stretched as Pyrrha waved a goodbye and jogged over to her locker room, picking up a bottle of water on the way. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pyrrha."

Checking his scroll he found no new messages, but did notice that it was almost noon. He had things to do today, and he couldn't afford to stand around.

Turning around, he walked out of the arena's single entrance and through the villa until he was out, nodding at groundskeepers as he walked.

He wasn't a fan of the walk, necessarily, but it did give him some time to think. To think about how much progress he was making. Or rather, the lack thereof.

He ran the facts again. It only felt like he wasn't making any progress. In the last few weeks alone he had negotiated his way to being able to command the third largest fighting force on Remnant, he had gotten a group of dozens of billionaires to trip over themselves to appease him, he had met with Ozpin and more or less decided that they would stay out of each other's way. He was working on cracking the encryption around a particularly sensitive file which might get him some incredibly valuable intel, he would be putting out feelers for the relics today, and he even had plans to gain billions in the following years between his arms company and his dust company.

So why did it feel like he had been sitting still?

Because he was in the same hotel, on the same floor, with the same contacts, more or less. He had made no real progress in Mistral itself, hadn't founded himself a great family, and was absolutely no closer to controlling the underworld of the city itself.

He was used to making big, sweeping changes. He didn't really seek power, but he had always been the leader of whatever group he was in. Camp Half-Blood, Camp Jupiter… that was it, really. But he wasn't used to being patient.

With a huff, he did have to admit to himself that this might take longer than he would like. Replacing one of the pillars of Mistralan society which had been standing for thousands of years would not be a quick process, no matter how much he wished otherwise.


"Happy birthday!"

Percy smiled at the sight as he leaned up against the door frame, watching Pyrrha blow out her candles. The girl had really been digging her way into his heart, the little demon.

The last few months had been… frustrating. Working with Pyrrha was fulfilling in its own way, and he had been able to convince himself to calm down when it came to uprooting Mistralan society, but he was getting restless. Moments like this, however, made it worth it.

"What'd ya get?! What'd ya get!?" Pyrrha's little sister bounced up and down next to the girl as she was presented with her… well, her presents.

Percy's smile turned plastic as he remembered why exactly nobody else was pestering the girl about her presents and indulging in cake.

The room was almost empty.

There were no other little girls to sleep over, or braid her hair, or gossip, or whatever it is that adolescent girls did during their birthday parties.

Instead it was just Pyrrha, her sister, and her parents. Technically Percy was there too, in the periphery. But that was only so that he could drop off a gift and say hello, he wasn't supposed to be the only one there who wasn't in the family.

Well it could be worse, Percy decided, as he looked at Pyrrha's eyes, lit with excitement as she tore open her presents. Alexandros could have used the opportunity to show off his wealth at some opulent ball, or host a dinner in her honor to try and win over some of his fellow nobles. But instead it was a quiet affair, Percy and the family being the only ones actually there.

"Thank you!" Pyrrha stood up and hugged her father, apparently happy with what he had gotten her. Percy glanced over her shoulder quickly to see… a book. He shook his head, he had no idea thirteen year olds could change so much, even between universes.

"These last two are from… Percy?" Pyrrha's gaze snapped to him, and Percy rubbed the back of his neck.

"Go ahead, open them."

Pyrrha didn't need to be told twice, ripping open the large wrapping (Percy had no trouble admitting he had asked a servant or two for help on that one. He was absolutely helpless when it came to wrapping presents.) of the first present.

Inside was pretty clearly a square case of some kind, made out of a carbon fiber. Pyrrha glanced at him curiously, probably to see if he would tell her what it was.

Giving up on the 'stare at Percy until he cracks' route, she fumbled with the case a bit until she managed to flip open the two latches and open the case, revealing her present inside.

"I—…" Pyrrha just stared at it for a while, using her hand to trace over some of the carvings.

"What is it, Pyrrha?" her mother asked, curious herself.

Pyrrhe reached in and pulled out the shield, flipping it around and showing it to her parents. It was, if Percy had to say so, an absolute work of art.

Percy had been very specific about the inscriptions, engraving the shield with various stories from ancient times, ancient Greek text sprawling under the images in an effort to describe the scenes, or sometimes just spelling out the names of various Greek heroes. Very intentionally, Heracles was not included.

While he couldn't exactly get his hands on celestial bronze here, he had gotten the best that mortals could offer, which was some sort of dust infused alloy. He had been pretty particular about it just being a regular, strong, shield, however. Call him old fashioned, but if he had proven anything in his time here it was that sometimes gimmicks, technology, and guns took a back seat to a reliable sword and some skill.

"I love it!" Pyrrha rushed him in a hug, not giving him time to react before she was suddenly attached to his front, her face buried in his torso.

Percy chuckled, resting a hand on her head "Now, don't use up all your gratitude at once. You still have a present to open."

It accomplished what Percy hoped it would, and Pyrrha detached herself so that she could rip open the other present. Like her shield this one was a carbon fiber case. But instead of the square case of her new shield, this one was long and rectangular.

Pyrrha wasted no time in opening this one too, balancing the case on the table in front of her and flipping open the latches.

Inside was a long spear, the long red steel shaft culminating in a bronze colored spear head, which could retract to make way for a javelin head. As much as Percy preferred reliability, suddenly having a ranged weapon in your grasp was incredibly useful.

Percy noticed Pyrrha's mother pulling Pyrrha's sister Helen a few feet back as Pyrrha took the spear out of the case, taking care not to let the pointed edge anywhere near her family.

"Every huntress needs her weapons. You should practice with them, get used to them. You'll grow into them by the time you attend a huntsman academy."

"Do they have names?" Pyrrha asked, letting her gaze roam over the spear.

Percy shook his head. "That's your right. Think about what to call them. Hopefully, they'll serve you well."

Pyrrha sat the spear back in the case and rushed back to give him a hug, leaving Percy feeling no less awkward.

"Thank you Percy." Pyrrha's muffled voice echoed from where it was buried in his torso.

Percy did his best to hug the smaller girl back, smiling sheepishly at Alexandros.

"You're welcome Pyrrha. You're welcome."


"Percy."

Percy glanced over at Alexander, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. They were sitting in the oligarch's lounge, sipping wine and generally just relaxing after a family dinner Percy had been invited to. The two girls of the family had been ushered off by their mother, leaving Alexander and Percy to talk about… guy stuff, he presumed. It was a bit traditional — closer to archaic, really — but he wasn't about to transform their ancient society overnight.

It had been almost a month now since Percy had begun training Pyrrha, and he had become a family friend, of a sort. He wished he could have kept things purely business, but after he'd started taking a liking to Pyrrha, that had gone out the window.

"You mentioned you wanted to found a major family, right?" the mirth in the man's eyes was apparent, and Percy had to hold back a small glare. He would get his 'I told you so' a thousand times over when the time came, but for now there wasn't much he could do to prove himself capable.

"That's correct."

"And have you made any progress since coming to Mistral?"

Percy sipped his glass of wine to hide his smile. He didn't know whether to feel annoyed Alexander was prodding him or amused because he knew just how much progress he had been making. While he'd technically been in debt up until a couple weeks ago, that did nothing to show the kinds of income he was getting now. Unfortunately the arms company he had bought was still a massive money sink, but in return he'd gotten a small army. Well, large army for Remnant, if a bit unprofessional at the moment.

"Some." was all Percy said. "My monetary situation has improved some and I have… other things in the works, but getting the title of a great family itself along with some territory is proving more of a challenge."

Alexander nodded. "I understand. We don't work in territory here in Mistral, however. That's… ancient, really."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you do?"

"We act as a ruling council, of sorts. There's no 'territory' but collectively we own everything in Mistral."

"Including the people?"

The question might have sounded harsh to someone who wasn't a criminal overlord, but Percy had learned labor and people were the most valuable resource of all.

Alexander snorted and waved a hand. "There's a ton of those to go around. Even your Windpath has an excess of labor, and it's now miles ahead of the next richest city in Mistral. Except for Argus, I presume. There's no need to claim them."

"So… what, you just collectively rule everything? Is that profitable?"

Alexander waved it off. "Not really, but look around. Does it look like we want for money? About 20 people own a city of a hundred million, we hardly need the extra cash that would come from competing with each other. Every so often someone steps out of line and tries to compete. They're never removed outright, but usually they're demoted to a minor family and placed under the authority of someone to replace them."

Percy nodded. "I figured something like that happened every now and then. That's my opportunity, right?"

Alexander shook his head. "No. You need to be a minor family before you're so much as glanced at for promotion. If you try and take their spot without the permission of our ad hoc council, it won't end well."

Percy hummed, cupping his chin in his hand. "So I need to find a way to found a minor family, then. How would I even do that?"

"A major family has to sponsor your entry, and the council has to agree by a two thirds majority. It's not something that's done lightly."

Percy frowned. "So I need to get a major family to sponsor me? How would I manage that?"

He could just buy it. You could get anything with enough money, but he paled to think about how much it would cost to bribe the collective families of Mistral — more than he had, certainly. What about with the White Fang? Offer the services of his private army or a couple favors in exchange for-

"Percy."

"Hm?" Percy was brought out of his internal rambling by Alexander calling his name.

"Do you want to be the head of a minor family?"

Percy blinked. "Well, yes. It seems to be the only way to get what I'm after without too much pushback."

"Then I'll sponsor you."

Percy sat down his drink and stared back at Alexander.

"What do you want for it?"

Alexander just shook his head. "Everything's a deal for you. You're Graeci, you're a friend, and you're good for Pyrrha, what else would I want? It doesn't cost me anything. You being Graeci alone would be enough to make me consider it. We don't have many left, you know."

Percy stared at Alexander in verifiable shock. He would just… sponsor him, for free? There couldn't be no strings attached, could there?

In Windpath it wasn't necessarily the best that made it to the top. Sometimes it was the smartest, sometimes it was the strongest, sometimes it was the most ruthless, and oftentimes it was the luckiest. But it was the jungle, the survival of the fittest. Alexander, and if he had to guess, the rest of the great families, were something far worse than stupid, or weak, or soft hearted, or even unlucky. They were complacent. Percy hadn't gotten something out of someone for free since he had come here. Not even from Qrow or Shiro. But Alexander, one of the 20 most powerful men in Mistral, was just… giving away a title for 'free'.

But… what had Alexander asked for? Him to train Pyrrha? Percy had him running weapons in the middle of the night and had convinced him to use his contacts to get Percy a dust trading license and business permits for the areas he sold them. Other than asking Percy to train Pyrrha, he hadn't so much as mentioned the myriad favors Percy owed him. Percy slowly came to the startling realization that this might actually be an offer with no strings attached.

"O—Okay?"

Alexander nodded. "I'm glad we'll have another Graeci family. Pandora and the girls will be moving to Argus soon, at least for the school year. Pyrrha will be attending Sanctum in the coming fall, as I'm sure you're aware."

"Is there a reason Pyrrha's going to Argus for school instead of a local combat school?"

Alexander shrugged. "Argus is the only place on Anima where they wouldn't worship the ground she walked on as soon as they hear her last name. As much as I might try to avoid it, anywhere else she goes she'll be met by teachers trying to curry favor with me by showing favoritism."

Percy didn't respond, just nodding and taking a sip of his wine. He had never really taken a liking to the stuff, but it was just a part of upper society, so he had managed to put up with it.

But what Alexandros was doing was… downright respectable, really. Percy's opinion of the man across from him went up a notch, and he wondered for the first time if he could have a real friend within 'The game'.

"I'll kick up Pyrrha's training a notch before she leaves, then, to make up for all the time we'll lose over this year. It's the least I can do."

Alexander smiled, taking a sip from his own glass. "I would appreciate that, Percy. Thank you."

They sat in companionable silence for a time, before Percy checked his scroll, noticing the time. "I should get going." Percy nodded at Alexander, setting his glass aside and standing. "I'll see you later, Alexander."

Percy walked out of the room, quickly escorted out of the villa by an attending servant.

The entire way back to his hotel, Percy could only think about what the future held now.


So that was chapter 13, hope you enjoyed. Imma need to kick it into overdrive to make sure I keep up this weekly schedule, I only have 2 more chapters written ahead of time right now. I've been back into trading recently which is very good for my wallet but very bad for my writing speed.

Chapter 15 is when the pacing picks up, don't worry about it being this slow for too long.

I'd like to address a review which was left by a guest, which is actually a first for me, because this one is actually pretty interesting.

They asked why Percy referred to Greece as Greece instead of Hellas, to paraphrase their comment. Their confusion kind of makes sense, as Greece and Greeks are based off of the Latin term Graeci. For someone that usually puts in the amount of research I do, this was kind of an oversight. (This is why Fairytales gets less effort than Et Fide lmao )

That being said, I think it probably makes more sense for Percy to call it Greece. He has his entire life, and the term 'Graeci' is kind of derogatory, like a slur almost. It's how people in New Rome used it, at least, so I think Percy would find the derivation of Greek far more acceptable than Graeci.

Like how (insert term likely to get me cancelled) is more offensive than its modern derivation of (insert term slightly less likely to get me cancelled)

Anyway, to conclude the longest AN I've written in a good 5 years, I'll see you in a week.

PS, if you wanna make an interesting point in your review, make a goddamn account.

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