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The Ever Twisting Wind: The Gaean War
Chapter Ten: Beatrice's Fetch Quest
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The living room of Beatrice de Limoges, the Golden Sorceress, exuded an opulent elegance that spoke of ancient power and refined tastes. Tall, stained glass windows filtered sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors that danced over the room, casting vibrant patterns across plush, velvet sofas and intricately carved mahogany tables adorned with delicate teacups and gleaming silver trays. The scent of spiced tea and freshly baked scones filled the air, adding a warm and inviting touch to the grand atmosphere. Ethereal wind spirits, the Ánemoi Thúellai, that served as Beatrice's servants moved with silent, fluid grace, their translucent forms swirling gently as they served the guests, each gesture precise and seamless as if orchestrated by an unseen hand. The combination of luxury and otherworldly charm lent an aura of enchantment to Beatrice's domain, where power and hospitality intertwined
Andi sat between Wendy and Alice, taking in the grand décor with only a flicker of impatience. Beatrice, a striking French woman with ginger-blonde hair styled in an elaborate, voluminous updo adorned with a red rose, sat regally across from them, sipping tea with a cool detachment. She was dressed in an ornate, dark brown gown with puffed sleeves and intricate orange-gold embroidery forming elegant, swirling patterns across the bodice and layered skirt. The skirt featured scalloped layers over deep burgundy underskirts, supported by a crinoline that added volume, while white lace trim adorned the sleeves and neckline, accented by a delicate pink bow.
Taylor Sauer, the Arthropod Sorceress and Beatrice's loyal apprentice, sat dutifully beside her mentor. Taylor had long, wavy black hair that framed her face, adding an air of sophistication to her serious yet intense expression. She wore an elegant, strapless gown in a warm cream hue, adorned with intricate butterfly and botanical embroidery in earthy tones. The fitted bodice featured a plunging neckline, adding a touch of drama and elegance to the design, accentuating her décolletage while maintaining a refined sophistication. The embroidery blended seamlessly across the bodice and flared gently into the flowing skirt, creating a graceful silhouette. Thin-framed round glasses perched on her nose, adding a touch of intellectual charm to her composed look. The sleeveless nature of the gown subtly showcased her arms, and if Andi hadn't known better, even with her omniscience, she would not have detected that Taylor's right arm was one of the Sorceress's specially crafted bugs acting as a seamless prosthetic.
The two Sorceresses subtly leaned into each other, their bodies aligning in a natural, familiar way that spoke of comfort and connection. Beatrice's hand occasionally brushed against Taylor's arm, fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, while Taylor's eyes glimmered with warmth as they exchanged a brief, knowing glance. The light touch of Taylor's hand against Beatrice's waist as she adjusted her stance was more than practical; it was affectionate. Their interactions conveyed a bond steeped in trust and affection, revealing a relationship that had evolved well beyond the boundaries of master and apprentice.
Andi couldn't help but suspect that Lesbos had a hand in this somehow; her fellow member of the Minor Goddess Society (MGS) had long tied her essence to the legacy of Sappho's poetry and the active promotion of lesbian love to maintain her divine significance and stave off fading into obscurity. The bonds forming between Beatrice and Taylor, so rich with affection, seemed like exactly the kind of development Lesbos would subtly encourage. If nothing else, Andi mused, Lesbos was undoubtedly reaping a boost from the growing relationship between the two Sorceresses. Andi couldn't help but wonder just how many such connections Lesbos had quietly influenced.
Besides their clear intimacy, Taylor's gaze was steady but watchful, a testament to the unwavering loyalty she held for Beatrice. Beatrice, on the other hand, maintained a posture of regal poise, radiating an air of control and quiet confidence that set the tone for the room. The atmosphere brimmed with a mix of tension and anticipation as Andi gathered her thoughts, ready to present her case and push forward with what needed to be done.
"Thank you for receiving us." Andi began, her tone polite yet edged with urgency.
Beatrice set down her teacup with a soft clink. "You don't need to pretend this is a social call, Lady Andi. Speak your piece."
Andi leaned forward, hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I'm here because I need your help. My friends are trapped in Tartarus, facing unimaginable dangers. They need-"
Beatrice waved a dismissive hand, the light from the windows catching the ornate rings that adorned her fingers. "And you expect me to assist out of the kindness of my heart? Let's not be naive."
A tense silence filled the room. Andi's jaw tightened, but she pressed on. "This is bigger than favors and ego. Lives are at stake, Beatrice."
Taylor, who had been watching with her usual calm demeanor, glanced at her mentor before speaking, a subtle softness in her eyes. She reached out with her left hand, the touch light and deliberate as her fingers gently brushed against Beatrice's forearm, a gesture that seemed to hold unspoken meaning.
"Mistress, perhaps there's a way we can make this work." Taylor said, her voice steady and unwavering. The slight touch, though fleeting, spoke volumes, hinting at a closeness that transcended the typical boundaries of master and apprentice.
Beatrice's expression softened for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips as she acknowledged Taylor's presence, revealing a glimpse of the bond they shared. Beatrice tilted her head, her blue eyes narrowing in interest. "Go on."
Taylor straightened, addressing Andi directly. "There are reagents you could gather, rare items that would allow Mistress to conceal her actions from the primordial forces that keep watch over Tartarus, including the Protogenos himself. None of us want our enemies, especially him, to know of our involvement ahead of time, or at all if possible."
Andi's eyes flashed with frustration. "Another fetch quest? I just did one for Ouranos, and now you're sending me on another wild goose chase?"
Beatrice raised an eyebrow, her expression sharp and cutting. With indignation coloring her tone, she snapped. "If you're not up for it, feel free to leave. No one is forcing you."
It was clear that her words were more than just a dismissive retort; they carried the weight of her annoyance that Andi was failing to appreciate Taylor's effort. After all, it was Taylor who had suggested they offer any assistance at all, and Beatrice's protective nature flared at the thought of her apprentice's consideration going unacknowledged. The room seemed to pause for a moment, tension crackling in the air as Beatrice's gaze met Andi's, unwavering and expectant.
Alice leaned back, arms folded tightly across her chest as she shot Beatrice a glare. In a voice dripping with disdain and frustration evident in her eyes, she joined the conversation. "Is this how you help your allies? By sending them on errands like common adventurers?"
The room grew tense, a charged silence filling the space. Beatrice's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile curved on her lips as she responded, her tone cutting. "Help my allies? Let's not exaggerate. We're hardly allies. We are barely acquaintances."
Taylor stepped in before Beatrice could continue, her calm, authoritative voice cutting through the tension and silencing the room. Gazing at Alice with a steady and composed expression, she answered matter-of-factly. "It's not just an errand. Without a support network in place to source these rare resources, someone has to retrieve them. And right now, that someone is you."
Andi's brows knitted together as she mulled over Taylor's words. "Are you implying my subjects aren't capable of supporting me in this?"
Taylor met Andi's eyes, unyielding. "Do you trust them enough to retrieve artifacts like these for you?"
Andi turned to Wendy, the only of her lieutenants currently present, expecting her to defend their capability. Disappointment settled in Andi's chest when Wendy responded with a subtle shake of her head.
You know they wouldn't be able to manage this, Andi. Wendy communicated telepathically. Especially not if the Earth Mother sends anyone to interfere, which she almost certainly will.
Andi's shoulders slumped at the confirmation. She didn't want to hear it, though deep down, she knew it to be true. As much as she cherished her nature spirits, they weren't fighters, and this mission would likely require battle. Confronted with this reality, her frustration melted into reluctant acceptance.
"No. I don't." She admitted.
Taylor's expression softened as she nodded. "Then you understand why this falls to you."
Andi's frustration simmered, but she bit back a retort. "You're a Sorceress of immense power, Beatrice. You shouldn't need these reagents to perform this ritual."
Beatrice's lips curled into a faint smile. "It's true that I could easily cast a spell to grant access to Tartarus, but hiding what you're asking of me from Tartarus himself? I can't do that unaided; even with the reagents, it would only grant me a brief window."
Andi opened her mouth to protest, ready to argue that a brief window of time wouldn't be enough, that they needed more. But before she could voice her frustration, Alice reached over and gently squeezed her arm, grounding her with the touch.
"It's better than nothing, Andi." Alice said, her voice calm but firm. "We don't have any other options, and we both know it."
Andi exhaled, a note of resignation in her voice. "Fine. What do you need?"
Beatrice's smile widened, a spark of triumph lighting her eyes as she extended her hand, receiving an empty scroll from one of her Ánemoi Thúellai servants. "Let's begin."
The air grew tense with anticipation as Taylor was handed a writing set, which she meticulously arranged on the living room table, while the storm spirit servants swiftly cleared part of it, making space for the task ahead. Beatrice spread the scroll across the now-cleared surface, the faint rustle of parchment breaking the silence. The room seemed to hum with an unspoken promise, the gravity of the coming trial pressing down on them as Andi braced herself for the latest trail that lay ahead.
Clad in her Storm Mail but otherwise nude Andi descended into the shadowy depths of Lake Lerna, the cool water pressing in around her as she moved with purpose toward the Veilstone of Erebus, half-buried in the silt-covered lakebed. This relic, infused with the ancient power of the Protogenos of Darkness and Mist, emanated a faint, otherworldly aura that pulsed in the gloom. Its significance was immense; Beatrice had made clear that the Veilstone was essential for a ritual that would grant Andi the ability to assist Percy and Annabeth during their harrowing journey through Tartarus. Determination steeled her movements as she braced herself for whatever challenges awaited her.
Andi felt a flicker of frustration at having to handle this task fully in person. She had wanted to send an instance to manage it, so she could retrieve all the reagents that Beatrice needed for her ritual at once. However, Beatrice's warning resonated in her mind: using an instance risked failure. The Earth Mother, Gaea, was both cunning and powerful; if she chose to intervene, the slight weakening caused by spreading herself thin could tip the scales. Even the smallest disadvantage might mean the difference between success and catastrophe when contending with the primordial forces that opposed them.
At least she wasn't alone. Andi breathed a sigh of relief, reassured by Wendy's presence as her Storm Mail and by Alice, who was diving beside her in the lake. Turning to the Conscience of the Technodjinn, Andi felt a touch of bemusement at her best friend's choice of attire: a swimsuit that featured a minimalistic two-piece design in white. The top had a halter neckline with thin straps that tied around the neck and back, providing a secure fit while accentuating the figure. The matching bottoms were styled in a classic cut with thin side straps that sat at the hips, showcasing a sleek, streamlined silhouette. The fabric hugged the body snugly, complementing the clean and simple aesthetic of the ensemble. The outfit stood out starkly in the chilly autumn waters, adding an unexpected touch of lightness to the shadowy depths.
Andi's bemused smile shifted as her telepathic voice echoed gently as she reached out to Alice's mind. Why on earth are you wearing a bikini while diving into a lake in autumn?
Alice's mental reply came through with a playful lilt. Calypso and our daughter picked this out for me.
Ah~! Andi responded, a note of understanding threading through her thoughts. She knew all too well the lengths one would go for their loved ones; wearing a swimsuit chosen by them, even if it was ill-suited for the occasion, was a small gesture in comparison. As they descended toward the bottom of the lake, the Veilstone of Erebus pulsed faintly beneath the silt-covered lakebed, its aura a beacon in the shadowy depths. Just as she reached out, the water darkened ominously, and a massive shadow shifted, moving to block their path.
I am Hippolytos, the Bane of Hermes, and I have been commanded by my mother, the mighty Gaea, to see you killed, Andromeda Aurae! The Gigantes, the source of the shadow, spoke telepathically, his deep, resonant voice reverberating through the water with an eerie clarity. His eyes, sharp and full of challenge, locked onto Andi's, glinting with fierce determination.
Hippolytos was an imposing sight, towering at thirty feet with a formidable blend of human and monstrous traits. His upper body was muscular and covered in burnt orange skin that could easily be mistaken for bronzed. Sleek black hair fell to his shoulders, framing his intense gaze and piercing, almost otherworldly eyes that hinted at danger. He wore a fitted brown and black tracksuit, a modern contrast to his ancient, fearsome lower body. From the waist down, his legs were digitigrade and reptilian, ending in enormous, clawed feet with talon-like toes that gripped the lakebed with raw power. The scaly, armored texture of his limbs underscored his intimidating presence, while a gold chain around his neck added an unexpected touch of the contemporary to his primal aura.
Wendy's mind bristled with readiness as she spoke to Andi. Looks like we have company. Are we doing this the hard way?
We don't have a choice. Andi replied, a hint of exhaustion threading through her telepathic voice before she continued with steady resolve. Let's make this quick.
Andi initiated the underwater battle by channeling her power over the winds, adapting it to stir the currents around the Veilstone and send the silt into a swirling, murky cloud. The cloud obscured her and Alice's movements, granting her precious moments. The sudden emergence of Hippolytos, Bane of Hermes, added an unsettling tension to the encounter and she needed to assess the situation. Does this mean Gaea has discovered my and Beatrice's plan?
Why am I facing you, the Bane of Hermes, instead of Polybotes, the Bane of Poseidon, when we're fighting in a lake? Andi asked, her telepathic voice steady but probing, trying to fish for any insight into Gaea's intentions.
Hippolytos darted through the cloud with shocking speed, sending ripples through the dark water as he moved. His eyes glinted with disdain, confidence radiating from his every motion as he closed in. Talons slicing through the water toward Andi, he mocked. Polybotes is too busy for the likes of you.
From Andi's side, Alice swiftly aimed and fired a concentrated beam of energy, the brilliant light slicing through the water as it zeroed in on Hippolytos mid-strike. The beam illuminated the murky depths momentarily, casting eerie, shifting shadows across the lakebed.
Too busy, huh? Yet Gaea thought it was worth sending someone after us. Are we that threatening? Alice retorted, her tone biting as she kept her gaze locked on the Gigantes, determination flaring in her eyes.
A sneer crossed Hippolytos' face as he spun away from the beam with agile precision. His eyes, locked onto Andi with predatory focus, gleamed as he tauntingly replied to Alice, his voice dripping with disdain. You flatter yourself, little one. We only care about Andromeda.
Andi seized the opening and summoned a powerful whirlpool, the water churning violently as it pulled at Hippolytos with relentless force. The Gigantes' reptilian legs strained, talons digging into the silt to anchor himself as currents threatened to drag him into the vortex. With a sudden burst of speed, he broke free, sending a shockwave through the dark waters. He darted around them in a dizzying blur, creating a swirling vortex that distorted their surroundings and shook the water, disrupting their balance and making it difficult to regain control.
You underestimate me at your own peril. Alice retorted, her eyes narrowing as she teleported behind Hippolytos, aiming a swift, decisive shot from her gun at his exposed back.
I think not. The Gigantes replied, arrogance lacing his words as he lashed out with a sudden kick. Alice phased out of normal reality, allowing the blow to pass harmlessly through her before quickly swimming to the side, staying just out of reach of any follow-up attack.
Moving to back Alice up, Andi used her powers to shift the water pressure and trapped Hippolytos momentarily in an invisible current. The Gigantes snarled, his muscular frame tensing as he slashed at the water with his talons. The force of his strikes sent shockwaves through the surrounding waters, rippling outward and shattering the flow that held him captive. With a fierce, almost effortless motion, Hippolytos propelled himself upward, clawed feet slicing through the depths as he circled above them.
Suddenly, as if responding to the divine energy clashing around it, the Veilstone of Erebus emitted a pulse, and its influence expanded. The water darkened rapidly, transforming into a shadowy void that swallowed light whole, shrouding the combatants in an almost suffocating gloom. The eerie darkness distorted their perception, making movements unpredictable and unsettling.
What by the Underworld!? Can we pierce through this darkness? Andi's mind raced with the implications. Fighting in this warped void would be nightmarishly difficult. She nocked an arrow on Skyline, drawing it back with deliberate force. The wind arrow shot forward, slicing through the water only to veer wildly as it collided with the shadowy haze, disappearing into the unnatural darkness without a trace.
This Veilstone's influence is warping everything. She muttered, frustration biting at her tone.
I'm recalibrating. Alice said, her voice taut as she fine-tuned her gun's settings. She fired another beam, the bright energy slicing through the water only for it to bend and dissolve into the oppressive shadows before reaching its target.
Damn, my recalibrations were off. She told Andi telepathically, eyes scanning the darkness for any hint of their foe. I'll have to fine-tune them again.
Not giving them a moment to adapt, Hippolytos lunged from the darkness, his form shifting like a phantom through the eerie void. Andi's instincts sharpened as she turned Skyline into a sword, parrying his sudden strike aimed at her chest. The impact sent a jolt through her arm, but she held steady as the Gigantes withdrew, narrowly avoiding her counterattack. She swung Skyline in a wide arc, wind and magic blending to disperse the encroaching haze, but it hit only empty water. The brief clearing she created faded as the dark veil closed in around them once more, thick and consuming.
It's like fighting shadows given form. Andi hissed, frustration lacing her voice as Hippolytos' form emerged from the gloom, talons glinting ominously as he surged forward. The dark water seemed to coil around him, enhancing his menacing approach.
Alice teleported behind the Gigantes, aiming her gun and firing at close range. The beam skewed and twisted in the murky, distorted depths, losing its intended path. Hippolytos snarled, turning with an agility that defied his towering size. His claws swiped at Alice with brutal force, but she phased out just in time, the water rippling as the talons passed through her body harmlessly.
Hippolytos growled in frustration as his attack on Alice failed, his focus shifting back to Andi with a fierce gleam in his eyes. Taking full advantage of the warped reality around them, he moved through the shadows with unnerving speed, his form flickering like a mirage in the darkness.
Andi braced herself as she watched him approach, the pressure of the battle pounding in her chest. She inhaled deeply, channeling her energy into Skyline and releasing an arrow infused with raw, crackling magic. The bolt of magic surged forward, momentarily illuminating the dark waters and catching Hippolytos mid-dodge, his outline sharp against the sudden light.
Reacting on pure instinct, Andi sidestepped his swift counterattack, his talons slicing through the water where she had just been. In one fluid motion, Skyline shifted into its sword form, and she met his next strike head-on. The impact sent out a resonant pulse that echoed through the depths, vibrating through the murky water. Andi held her ground, determination hardening her features as she pushed back against the Gigantes, refusing to falter.
Just as Andi forced Hippolytos back with a sweeping strike of Skyline, she smoothly transitioned the divine weapon into its bow form, releasing a wind-charged arrow that struck the Gigantes square in the chest, causing him to reel. Before he could recover, a new voice resonated through the murky water, carrying with an authority as clear and sharp as if it were slicing through the open air.
"Hippolytos, it seems you have forgotten that Andi does not fight alone." "A mistake that will cost you dearly." The words resonated from Janus, whose presence suddenly manifested through a shimmering portal that split the dark waters. The Roman god stood with an air of unwavering command, framed by the ethereal glow of the gateway. Beside him, poised and determined, stood Will, his bow taut and an arrow already drawn, a fierce smile playing on his lips as he took aim at the stunned Gigantes.
The arrival of another god doesn't change any- Hippolytos began, but his words halted abruptly as he turned toward the portal and saw that Janus was not alone.
"Hi," Will greeted, his voice carrying through the water in the same unnatural way as Janus', as if it were in the open air. He raised his hand in a wave briefly before releasing his arrow with deadly accuracy through the shimmering gateway. The projectile flew true, aimed directly at the Gigantes, cutting through the water with lethal intent.
Hippolytos moved to flee, his powerful legs propelling him through the darkened waters with a burst of speed. But before he could take more than a few feet, Andi's eyes narrowed with steely determination as she conjured a whirlpool, the force of it pulling him back and trapping him in its relentless spiral. The Gigantes thrashed, claws slashing at the water as he struggled to break free, but the current held firm, keeping him locked in place. Alice's eyes flashed with focus as she aimed her gun, recalibrated for accuracy, and fired a concentrated beam that shimmered with deadly energy. The beam cut through the swirling waters, striking Hippolytos squarely as he roared in defiance. The force of the attack illuminated the depths momentarily, casting eerie, shifting shadows that seemed to writhe and recoil around them.
No! Hippolytos roared, his denial echoing through the water just as Will's arrow struck true. The Gigantes' body shuddered, his immortality bypassed by the combined force of the attacks from both a Half-blood and god.
With a final, anguished cry that echoed through the darkened waters, Hippolytos's form shuddered violently, his defiance giving way to the inevitable. The golden dust of his essence fragmented and scattered, caught in the whirlpool's current before dispersing into the shadowy abyss like remnants of a dying star. The once-intimidating presence of the Gigantes faded away, leaving only a quiet, eerie stillness in the water as the last traces of him vanished into the deep.
With his defeat, the dark, distorted waters began to calm, and everyone exhaled in collective relief. Andi turned to Alice, offering her a small, grateful smile. It's time to get the Veilstone.
Alice nodded, her eyes softened with understanding. I'll handle it. Go talk to Will for a bit.
Andi's gratitude was evident as she swam to the shimmering portal, a barrier holding back the lake water. On the other side, Janus stood with a composed expression, while Will waited with a playful smirk.
"Thank you both for your help against Hippolytos," Andi said, her voice magically carrying clearly through the water and across the portal, reaching Will's ears with a sincere note of relief and appreciation.
Janus' expression was light, dismissing her thanks. "It's nothing. We're a team, after all." "Speaking of which, I'll assist Alice with acquiring the Veilstone."
Andi exchanged a playful glance with Will. "I'm impressed you came all this way, just for a rescue mission."
Will chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "For you, Andi, I'd face even deeper waters. Besides, who wouldn't want to save the day for a goddess?"
Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I might take you up on that next time. Who knew you were such a romantic?"
Will grinned, leaning forward just slightly. "Only for the right kind of company."
Wendy's telepathic voice cut through their shared moment. Andi...
Andi sighed, as did Will, and they shared a look of regret. Alice clearing her throat from behind them prompted Andi to offer Will an apologetic smile. "Duty calls."
Will nodded in understanding and Andi turned round to face her best friend. "Are we all set?"
Alice nodded, holding up the Veilstone of Erebus, a dark stone once part of an ancient altar dedicated to the Protogenos. Veins of shadowy silver threaded through its surface, pulsing faintly as if absorbing the light around it. It emanated an aura of foreboding power, resonating with the very essence of the night.
""What's next?"" Janus spoke with both faces simultaneously before continuing in his usual manner, each face taking turns to speak. "With the chaos on Olympus, I'm stretched thin." "If you don't need me..."
Andi shook her head, her expression resolute. "We should be able to retrieve the next two without a fight."
Janus's shoulders relaxed, a glimmer of relief crossing his face. "Good. Then I'll take your mortal boyfriend back and be on my way." "Call if you need me."
Andi and Alice exchanged glances, both assuring him in unison, "We will."
Janus stepped back into the portal, turning to Will with a gesture. "Say your-" "-Goodbyes."
Will's gaze softened as he said, "Goodbye, everyone. Lady Alice, Wendy. Andi… I'll see you soon, I hope."
His voice carried a hint of longing, and his eyes lingered on Andi, conveying emotions he didn't need to voice. His farewell held an unspoken promise, one that resonated deeply. Andi met his gaze with a warm, heartfelt smile, a silent acknowledgment of their bond and the understanding that they would meet again.
With a final nod, Janus stepped back, and the portal shimmered before closing, its light dissipating and leaving the trio alone in the dark, quiet waters of Lake Lerna. The weight of their mission settled over them once more. Andi reached for the Veilstone, its dark, pulsing energy emanating an almost tangible presence. She carefully tucked it into a satchel enchanted to hold any artifact, its magic designed to accommodate items of any size securely.
What now? Alice asked, breaking the brief silence that followed Janus and Will's departure. Andi secured the satchel at her side, feeling the weight of their next steps pressing on her. Alice's eyes, a blend of relief and determination, met hers, ready for whatever came next.
Wendy shimmered out of her Storm Mail form, her figure shifting fluidly until she stood in her preferred humanoid shape, leaving both herself and Andi nude. The water around them rippled with the sudden change, but Wendy's calm expression remained steady as she responded to Alice's question.
According to my Aurae sisters, the next item is in Wizarding Britain. She said, her voice carrying a serene certainty. The revelation stirred anticipation among the trio, a silent acknowledgment that their journey was far from over.
Alice raised an eyebrow. Anywhere specific?
Andi's lips curled into a determined smile. Gringotts, London. It seems that what we need is up for auction.
Andi, Wendy, and Alice sat in a small, dimly lit lounge adjacent to the grand auction room of Gringotts, London, waiting for the auction to begin. They were there with a singular purpose: to secure Nyx's Ashes, an artifact of immense power that Beatrice needed for an upcoming ritual vital to aiding Percy and Annabeth. Andi's gaze remained glued to the Ashes, their faint, pulsing glow reflected in her eyes, the weight of their significance pressing heavily on her. The room exuded luxury, mystery, and historical grandeur. Dark wood paneling lined the walls, intricately carved with motifs of mythical creatures, ancient symbols, and ornate flourishes that hinted at forgotten tales. Towering, twisted columns adorned with elaborate carvings stood as silent sentinels, framing deep midnight-blue draped curtains that cascaded elegantly to the floor, adding an air of regality. High above, the ceiling displayed engraved medallions and patterns depicting legendary figures and pantheons, including images of the Technodjinn. Some engravings subtly hinted at her and Alice's likenesses, a nod to the recognition the Goblins of Gringotts had for their true identities, even though they were visiting incognito, though they did not worship them. The gold accents on the ceiling gleamed under the warm light cast by a grand chandelier with multiple tiers of candle-like lights, illuminating the detailed etchings in the wood and stone.
Glass display cases arranged in a semi-circle stood atop sturdy pedestals, showcasing the items to be sold in the upcoming auction. Each relic shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light. The enchanted glass of the cases refracted the glow, giving the artifacts a subtle, inner luminescence that hinted at hidden power and mystery. The polished wooden floors, laid in precise herringbone patterns and inlaid with subtle runic designs, completed the opulent setting. This was a space where past and present seemed to intertwine seamlessly, creating an environment rich with magic and history.
Andi crossed her legs, fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest of her chair as she reluctantly tore her gaze from the Ashes and glanced around, frustration simmering beneath her composed exterior. Adhering to the formal nature of the auction, she was clad in a Victorian-style dress, which the Wizarding world stubbornly referred to as dress robes, perfectly complementing the opulent surroundings. The soft sky blue and green hues of the fitted bodice shimmered with intricate, shifting arcane and celestial motifs that moved fluidly across the fabric, making it appear almost alive. The neckline formed a subtle V trimmed with dark lace that matched the deep navy accents woven throughout. The narrow sleeves extended to flared cuffs edged in delicate lace, and the full, pleated skirt flowed in voluminous layers, supported by petticoats and a structured bustle that lent the dress an elegant silhouette. At the back, a geometric symbol in silver thread glowed and shifted, enhancing the magical allure. Around her neck, a statement necklace made of onyx and sapphires shimmered whenever it caught the light, appearing to be woven with threads of pure enchantment.
Next to her, Wendy's attire contrasted subtly with the opulent setting. Her Victorian-inspired dress, chosen to complement Andi's as befitted her status as her partner, was crafted in soft blush pink with layers of gossamer fabric, exuding an innocent, ethereal quality. Delicate lace embroidery adorned the fitted bodice, while voluminous, billowing sleeves ended in lace-trimmed cuffs. The flowing skirt, composed of fine layers of tulle, seemed to float with her slightest movement, as though lifted by an invisible breeze. Embroidered swirls and floral motifs shifted subtly, catching the light and adding a soft shimmer that enhanced her graceful appearance.
Alice, by contrast, stood out with her modern interpretation of dress robes. Her attire featured a futuristic twist on the traditional look, designed in deep metallic black and accentuated with iridescent, circuit-like patterns that shimmered with shifting hues of blue, purple, and teal. The high collar and flared long sleeves added a dramatic touch, enhanced by intricate metallic embroidery that lent it a sleek, sophisticated finish. The fitted bodice transitioned seamlessly into a full-length skirt, the luminous patterns subtly pulsing as if energy coursed through the fabric, creating a striking contrast against the room's historical grandeur.
As Andi felt the familiar pull of the Ashes drawing her attention once more, she decided she'd been staring long enough. Shaking off the lingering distraction, she turned her focus back to her companions, determined to shift her thoughts.
"Can you believe it?" Andi muttered, casting a look at Wendy and Alice. "Diagon Alley is exactly as I left it. Practically nothing has changed! There's the usual shuffling of shops, but that's about it."
She sighed, the annoyance palpable as she continued. "It's like nothing ever moves forward, even after all the turmoil. Two wars back-to-back, and they're still stuck in their same old ways. I've been nudging them to innovate, to push the boundaries a little, but what's there to show for it? Absolutely nothing."
Wendy raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching. "Andi, they're Wizards. They're a notoriously conservative bunch. You know that. It's been only a few years. Real change won't come for decades at the very least."
Andi huffed, rolling her eyes. "I know, Wendy, but I expected something. Maybe I need to pick a few individuals to lead the change or something. Chosen champions to shake things up, perhaps? Or is that too… crusade-like?"
Alice chuckled, leaning back against the velvet cushion of her seat. "Christy will handle it after the war. This is her job, isn't it? You have a lieutenant for a reason."
Andi's tense shoulders relaxed slightly as she nodded. "You're right. But I still want some involvement, some way to guide the direction."
Wendy's eyes gleamed with dry amusement. "You really are your father's daughter."
Andi shot Wendy an unimpressed look at the implication that she shared her father's controlling tendencies, but couldn't suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. The trio fell into a companionable silence, with Andi returning her gaze to the Ashes, anticipation sparking in her eyes. Around them, the rest of the lounge's occupants continued their own quiet conversations or silently examined the relics on display for the upcoming auction. The muted hum of voices and the occasional rustle of fabric added to the room's ambient noise.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Albus Dumbledore stepped inside, his silver beard glistening under the light. His piercing blue eyes lit up with pleasant surprise as he spotted Andi, and an eager energy quickened his pace as he hurried over. He swept into their midst with a commanding yet gentle presence, clearly delighted to see her.
"Miss Potter, Miss Wendy, and-" He began, pausing as his gaze fell on Alice, whom he was meeting for the first time and looking at expectantly.
"Alice." The Conscience of the Technodjinn offered politely.
Dumbledore nodded, the ancient wizard and de facto shadow leader of Wizarding Britain acknowledging her with a warm smile. "Miss Alice. A pleasure to see you all."
"Dumbledore." Andi replied, tilting her head in greeting. "I must admit, I'm surprised to see you here. What interest do you have in relics from a Gringotts dig in Greece?"
Dumbledore's eyes softened, a hint of nostalgia blending with sadness. "Ah, New Hogwarts is always on the lookout for artifacts that could aid in teaching. We need anything that might accelerate learning or expand our students' understanding of magic. You see, so much was lost when Hogwarts vanished after the Tragedy."
Andi maintained a neutral expression as she nodded, deliberately sidestepping any reference to the event that had turned it into a monster and led to Hogwarts' disappearance. "I've heard about New Hogwarts and that you've taken up the position of Headmaster there."
Internally, Andi cringed at the name; it clung too closely to the past, an echo of the old establishment. "I hope this new foundation doesn't come with monsters in the pipes or bizarre architecture. Maybe something with a more modern floor plan?"
"No monsters, I assure you." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with gentle humor as he spoke, adding a touch of warmth to his words. "And as for the architecture, why not come and see it for yourself, Miss Potter?"
"Lady Potter." Wendy corrected smoothly, her voice respectful but firm.
Dumbledore inclined his head with humility. "Of course. Lady Potter."
"It's in the Cairngorm Mountains, isn't it? At the old Black family seat, Castle Black?" Andi asked, her eyes searching his for confirmation.
"Yes." Dumbledore said simply.
"Then I might stop by when I get the chance. See what's changed, and what has stayed the same."
"I think you'll find it quite familiar as a Hogwarts alumna."
Translation: it's a carbon copy, Andi thought, stifling a grimace. "I'm sure I will."
Before any further conversation could unfold, a Goblin herald in a tailored uniform stepped into the room, his posture rigid and authoritative. His voice rang out clearly as he officially announced. "The auction is about to begin."
The quiet murmurs in the room ceased, replaced by a palpable tension as attendees exchanged glances, anticipation heightening at the announcement. They began moving towards the set of large double doors, which swung open under the efforts of a pair of Goblin doormen. Ushers moved efficiently to guide the guests into the auction room beyond. Among them, a particularly well-dressed Goblin stepped forward and inclined his head respectfully towards Andi and her companions. "Lady Potter, Lady Alice, I will personally guide your party to the auction room."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with a mix of surprise and recognition as they shifted between Andi, Alice, and the Goblins, noting the special treatment afforded to both women. Andi noticed the subtle surprise in his gaze, realising he had likely deduced Alice's divine nature as well. Ignoring his knowing look, Andi remained composed; they both understood her true identity, just as the Goblins did, and there was no need to acknowledge his silent understanding or his extension of it to grasp Alice's own nature.
Andi stood, smoothing her skirts as anticipation sharpened her focus. Wendy and Alice exchanged quick glances before rising to follow, their expressions a blend of curiosity and readiness. Andi offered a final nod to Dumbledore before stepping forward, intent on securing the Ashes of Nyx - their reason for venturing to Wizarding Britain.
As they followed after their personal Goblin usher, Andi's thoughts lingered on the significance of the Ashes. They were essential for Beatrice's ritual, the Ashes were a pivotal key in aiding Percy and Annabeth through their harrowing journey in Tartarus. A journey that Andi's omniscience, clouded by the Abyss, only caught fragmented insights into but these glimpses were enough to convey the dire stakes. Failure was not an option. With her resolve hardening, Andi stepped into the grand auction room, ready to claim what was rightfully hers.
The auction room was an ideal setting for displaying rare and ancient artifacts. Dark wood paneling lined the walls, intricately carved with depictions of creatures from the Wizarding world and various pantheons, woven into swirling patterns that hinted at long-forgotten tales. The polished, rich wood contrasted with the warm glow of ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, their crystal fixtures casting a golden light that created an almost magical atmosphere. Rows of velvet-covered seats were arranged in an amphitheater-style layout, all facing a grand, raised stage where the auctioneer's podium stood, engraved with motifs of runes and mystical symbols. The ceiling above was an artistic masterpiece, carved with elaborate patterns and central medallions telling stories of deities from multiple pantheons. Heavy, deep midnight-blue curtains framed the stage, adding an air of regality.
Glass display cases lined the aisle, each positioned on ornately crafted pedestals with bronze-like detailing. Inside, relics excavated by Gringotts from the ruins of Nyx's temple on Mount Parnassus shimmered with an otherworldly glow, displayed with the utmost reverence. These items had been magically relocated from the adjoining lounge, where prospective buyers had previously examined them up close. The enchanted glass refracted the light, giving each artifact a subtle, inner luminescence that made them appear alive with hidden power. Every detail, from the polished wooden floors laid in precise herringbone patterns to the meticulously designed pedestals, contributed to a pervasive sense of history and power. This was a space where the past met the present, where relics of the old world awaited new guardians bold enough to claim them.
At the head of the room, the Goblin auctioneer stood at the podium with a proud, discerning look, his wiry figure and sharp features underscoring his authority. Dressed in an ornate green robe embroidered with silver thread, he managed the auction with brisk efficiency. Beside him stood the historian, another Goblin in burgundy robes trimmed with gold, who brought an unmatched depth of knowledge to the proceedings. As each item took its turn on the stage, he outlined its history with a solemnity that commanded attention, recounting tales of ancient rituals, the legends surrounding Nyx's temple, and the significance of each relic. The combination of the auctioneer's sharp command and the historian's rich storytelling transformed the auction into more than just a sale; it became a ceremonial retelling of ancient lore, drawing the attendees deeper into the moment.
The event began with items of lesser prestige but rich in intrigue. A delicate obsidian amulet, crafted to capture Nyx's starlight, sparked a lively bidding war, finally selling for eight thousand Galleons to an eager collector. According to the Goblin historian, the amulet absorbed the ambient magic of the night, granting its wearer subtle strength. A small bronze dagger followed, rumored to have been used in sacrificial rites honoring Nyx. Adorned with intricate etchings of stars and celestial symbols, it fetched a surprisingly high price. The historian's commentary suggested it had once been wielded by high-ranking temple priests, lending it a sense of solemn power.
As Andi had learned earlier, Dumbledore was among the attendees, commanding quiet respect with his long silver beard and piercing blue eyes as he focused intently on the lesser items, acquiring several with a thoughtful expression. From across the room, Andi observed him, recalling his intent to use these ancient artifacts as teaching aids at New Hogwarts. She pictured him passing the relics around to his students, weaving lessons on ancient magic, history, and the importance of heritage. A small smile tugged at her lips; if anyone could transform artifacts from a goddess's temple into educational tools, it was Dumbledore. He was many things, some terrible and some good, but above all, he was an exceptional teacher. Yet, she had no doubt he would find other purposes for those teaching aids. He was the type who never let any potential resource slip by unless he had no choice.
Next came a thick, rune-covered scroll containing fragments of an ancient summoning ritual. The scroll was rumored to invoke the very shadows cast by Nyx herself, a power so old and elusive that its mention alone caused a stir in the room. Whispers swept through the crowd as attendees exchanged awed and wary glances, the weight of its dark potential palpable. The bidding war was fierce, with determined voices rising in quick succession until, after an intense contest, the scroll was claimed for fifteen thousand Galleons.
Finally, the item that had drawn Andi to the auction took center stage: the Ashes of Nyx. Dark and enigmatic, the Ashes were the remnants of centuries of sacrifices made to the Protogenos of the Night, imbued with her power and the essence of countless magical offerings. A hush fell over the room as the Goblin historian stepped forward, eyes gleaming with excitement and the torchlight casting sharp reflections across his features. Every gaze locked onto the small, shadowy mound before them, its aura almost tangible, as if the room itself held its breath. The historian began to recount the artifact's rich history, his voice steady and commanding.
"These Ashes," he announced, "are not merely remnants; they are the essence of power distilled from rituals dedicated to Nyx, the keeper of night's mysteries. Within these remains lies the potential to enhance a Wizard's connection to the shadows, amplifying spells rooted in darkness."
He paused, allowing the gravity of his words to settle over the audience, their attention fully captivated. Andi, however, knew the Ashes could do far more. The latent energy they radiated hinted at a deeper, more formidable power. Powerful enough that Beatrice had deemed it crucial for a ritual enabling Andi to safely challenge Tartarus himself. Andi's gaze was steady, her calm exterior masking the intensity of her interest. Beatrice needed these Ashes, and Andi was determined to secure them at any cost, especially for Percy and Annabeth's sake, trapped as they were in Tartarus.
Across the room, Draco Malfoy sat with an air of self-assured confidence, his platinum blond hair and sharp features unmistakable even in the dim light. Andi's omniscience revealed that he had recently completed his N.E.W.T.s at Durmstrang, where he had transferred after surviving the Hogwarts Tragedy. Most survivors of the disaster had been forced to continue their magical education abroad, if they chose to continue at all, with many opting to stay overseas even after the founding of New Hogwarts in Britain. Malfoy was one of the rare few who chose to return to Britain after their studies, a decision that set him apart from his peers.
Now back from his studies as an adult, Draco seemed intent on demonstrating the ambition that marked him as a true Slytherin, a determination that was almost palpable. It appeared he sought to elevate his status further, perhaps viewing obtaining the Ashes as a powerful symbol of influence. Andi sensed his gaze flicker toward her, a silent challenge that brought a faint smile to her lips in anticipation.
The Goblin auctioneer, standing tall at the podium, scanned the room with a keen gaze before beginning. In a voice that resonated with authority, he declared. "The opening bid is set at ten thousand Galleons."
Andi's hand rose immediately, her confident gesture setting the tone for what promised to be a fierce competition. The room stirred with anticipation as Draco countered her bid almost instantly, his voice steady and sure.
"Fifteen thousand Galleons." He announced, a hint of pride threading through his tone. His eyes gleamed with determination, signaling that he had no intention of backing down.
The exchange between them drew subtle glances and murmurs from the audience, who sensed this was not going to be an ordinary sale. Andi could feel the underlying tension in Draco's posture, a mix of pride and steely resolve that told her he would not yield easily. The stakes were clear, and both contenders were prepared for a battle of wits and resources. The auction room, charged with anticipation, seemed to hold its breath as the bids escalated.
Undeterred, Andi responded with serene confidence, raising her hand without hesitation. A glint in her eyes hinted at her unyielding resolve, making it clear that she intended to win. In an unwavering tone, she smoothly upped her bid. "Twenty thousand."
Draco leaned forward slightly, gripping the armrests of his chair as if steeling himself. His voice, sharper now and laced with pride, cut through the room as he countered. "Twenty-five thousand."
The back-and-forth between them was swift and relentless, each new bid sending a wave of murmurs through the audience. Attendees leaned forward, eyes glistening with anticipation, sensing that they were witnessing more than just a routine auction; this was a duel of wealth and determination. The tension in the room thickened with each bid, the stakes growing higher as the contest between Andi and Draco unfolded before them.
Is he actually serious? Wendy's telepathic voice echoed in Andi's mind, tinged with disbelief. Does Malfoy really think he can outbid you?
Amused, Andi responded. Apparently so. He seems to think throwing Galleons around will impress me.
Alice's voice chimed in, laced with humor. He's certainly confident. You'd think he'd realize he's up against a goddess with a real-life infinite money glitch.
One would think. Andi replied, a mental giggle escaping at Alice's video game reference. Her gaze locked with Draco's for a moment, assessing the tension that rippled across his features, before she raised the bid again. Let him try. He'll break soon enough.
"Thirty-five thousand." Andi replied without hesitation, her calm demeanor suggesting that the price was of little consequence. For a goddess like her, wealth was hardly an obstacle; her focus remained solely on securing the Ashes. In contrast to her composure, a brief flicker of frustration crossed Draco's face before he quickly upped the bid again.
"Forty thousand Galleons." He said, louder this time, attempting to assert dominance over the room. His fingers drummed against his armrest, betraying a flicker of agitation even as he kept up a composed facade, aware of the many eyes on him.
End this, Andi, Alice urged telepathically. Finish him!
Sure~ Andi replied with a mental giggle, masking her amusement at her best friend's use of the famous Mortal Kombat line. It seemed Alice's humor was running on a video game theme today, which Andi found both endearing and oddly fitting, given that Alice was a machine goddess.
"One hundred thousand." Andi declared, her voice steady and imbued with an air of finality that sent a ripple of shock through the room. Her lips curved into a faint smile, indicating she knew she had just outmaneuvered her opponent. The audience exchanged stunned glances, some even gasping at the dramatic increase, sensing the battle for the Ashes was reaching its end and feeling confident that Andi's bid would be the winning move.
Draco's face tensed, his pale skin flushing slightly as he absorbed the bid. The stark increase left him visibly stunned, and it became clear to everyone in the room that he was reaching his limit. Andi's calm confidence had thrown him off balance, his pride compelling him to push further while pragmatism warned that he was outmatched. He glanced around, catching the curious and amused expressions of those who had sensed his discomfort and hesitance. Finally, with a clenched jaw and a barely concealed scowl, he shook his head, signaling his surrender.
The auctioneer, sensing the moment, called out, "Any further bids?"
The room remained silent, as expected. The staggering sum of one hundred thousand Galleons was enough to make even the wealthiest Wizarding Houses balk. Coupled with Andi's clear determination to secure the Ashes, shown by her willingness to drive the bidding to such an outrageous price, any attempt to contest her would be foolish.
"Calling once… calling twice… last call!" The auctioneer declared, letting the anticipation hang thick in the air. Finally, with a resounding thud, the gavel came down. "Sold! To Lady Potter for one hundred thousand Galleons."
A murmur of approval rippled through the audience, and many eyes turned toward Andi, who remained poised, her expression polite but satisfied. Draco, however, looked utterly humiliated, his jaw clenched as he met her gaze. The simmering anger in his eyes made it clear that this defeat stung him on a personal level.
With a sharp rap of his gavel, the Goblin auctioneer officially concluded the event, declaring, "With the sale of the Ashes of Nyx, this auction is now closed. Staff will be approaching the winning bidders to arrange for payment and the transfer of their purchases. We thank you all for your participation and attendance. Please make your way to the exits at your leisure, and safe travels to all."
His words resonated through the room, marking the end of the evening and the culmination of the sale. The two Goblins bowed respectfully to the audience, their movements precise and practiced. With a final nod acknowledging the distinguished guests, they turned with composed grace to depart, their steps measured as they exited the platform.
The room began to stir as attendees gathered their belongings, soft murmurs spreading as some discussed the dramatic bidding war they had just witnessed, while others quietly reflected on the power and rarity of the artifacts showcased. Andi and her friends made their way toward the exit, a quiet sense of triumph settling within her. She had barely taken three steps when a Goblin in an impeccably tailored Gringotts uniform approached, bowing respectfully.
"Lady Potter, if you would allow me, I am here to escort you and your party to a private office where we can discuss the specifics of your purchase." He said, his tone formal and businesslike.
Andi nodded, acknowledging the Goblin's professionalism. However, before she could respond, movement to her left caught her attention. Draco Malfoy stepped forward, eyes narrowed, and intercepted her path. His expression was a mix of frustration and bitterness, betraying the sting of his recent defeat.
"Did you enjoy that?" He spat, his voice low but thick with resentment. "Humiliating me in front of everyone?"
Andi tilted her head slightly, her gaze cool and unyielding as she addressed him calmly. "Humiliation wasn't my goal, Draco. I simply wanted the Ashes. They have value to me."
Draco clenched his fists, his jaw tight, a flush of anger coloring his cheeks. "You didn't just want them. You made a show of it. Outbidding me at every turn, like I was nothing."
Andi raised an eyebrow, studying him with a mix of curiosity and mild irritation. Did he truly believe that everything revolved around him? How pretentious, she thought, noting the way his expression hinted at wounded pride.
"I wasn't thinking about you, Draco." She told him bluntly, her unwavering gaze conveying that she had no interest in sparring over a misplaced ego. "If you feel humiliated, that's on you. I bid what I believed they were worth."
For a moment, Draco looked as though he might argue, but his pride kept him silent. He knew that pressing the issue would only make him seem childish. His shoulders tensed before he turned and walked away, his retreating figure stiff with frustration.
As she watched Draco walk away, Andi dismissed his lingering resentment without a second thought. His wounded pride was of no concern to her. Turning her attention back to the Gringotts Goblin waiting to escort her, she offered a respectful nod.
"Please, lead the way." She said, her tone composed but firm, signaling her readiness to finalize her purchase. With that, the Goblin gestured politely and began guiding her through the crowd toward the private office he mentioned. Andi's focus sharpened; securing the Ashes was her top priority, and she was determined to ensure they were in her possession before the night ended.
They were down to the last reagent Beatrice needed for her ritual: Aither's Whisper, a small vial containing the concentrated essence of Aither, the Protogenos of Upper Air and Light, said to have been collected from the breath of Aither during a rare celestial alignment. This elusive artifact was crucial to ensuring the success of their efforts to rescue Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. According to intelligence gathered by Andi's nature spirits, the vial was located in Miami, in the possession of Roshi, a renowned and eccentric ki-user. He was also infamous for his questionable reputation and penchant for flirtatious antics, which added an unpredictable layer to their mission.
Alice was the first to arrive, a rare occurrence. For their trip to sunny Florida, she wore a playful ensemble: a fitted off-shoulder short-sleeve T-shirt in bold red, paired with a high-waisted A-line skirt with a white base and red polka dots. The skirt fell to knee length, giving her look a classic, breezy charm. A wide beige belt with a large circular buckle cinched her waist, accentuating her silhouette. She completed the outfit with a matching handbag and a pair of heels. However, as she materialized and took in the beach surroundings, she used a burst of green binary to swiftly swap out her shoes for flip-flops, better suited to the sandy shore beneath her feet.
The beach was part of the secluded cay that Roshi called home, The tiny, picturesque island was surrounded by crystal-clear blue water and featured a structure with its name, Kame House, painted on the second floor. The house had a simple yet charming design, painted bright pink and contrasted vividly with the lush greenery and open sky. Its bold red roof added a striking touch, while a single green door and several white shutters framed its windows. A small dormer window hinted at an upper room or storage space. Flanking the house, palm trees swayed gently, enhancing the tropical ambiance, and a lounge chair near the entrance suggested a spot reserved for lazy afternoons.
She was soon followed by Andi, who, as was her custom, appeared naked in a testament to her domain as the goddess of the wild. The sight brought a playful smile to Alice's face, prompting her to turn and tease her best friend. "Andi, while I do not mind the view of your naked body, mayhaps you should at least put a scant amount of leaves on?"
"Eh? But that's so boring. I don't want to look like some Adam and Eve painting." The Greek goddess huffed, arms crossing under her bust.
"Hm, if you say so." Alice replied with a playful leer, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Andi frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing her features as she tried to gauge whether Alice's comment held genuine attraction or was just another jest. The moment lingered with a mix of teasing lightheartedness and uncertainty, the bond between them palpable in the shared silence.
"I think she looks fine." Wendy murmured, her voice like a soft whisper of a breeze. She circled around Andi, her presence shimmering and ethereal as she chose to remain in her elemental form, composed of swirling air currents that glistened faintly in the sunlight. The subtle movement of her form brought a cool, gentle touch to the warm Florida air.
"My, who are these visions of beauty gracing my wee little island!?" A voice exclaimed, drawing the two goddesses' attention to an elderly man sitting by the beach a short distance away, fishing. He had a bald head and a thick, white beard and mustache that lent him a distinctive, almost sage-like appearance. Dark, round sunglasses hid his eyes, adding a touch of mystery to his expression. His attire was casual and perfectly suited for the beach: an orange, short-sleeved button-up shirt paired with light-colored shorts. Strapped to his back was a large, rounded purple shell that added a whimsical, unique quality to his look. His relaxed posture, fishing rod in hand, exuded calm experience and a laid-back approach to life. Next to him on the sand lay a gnarled staff, completing his quirky yet intriguing presence.
With an agility that defied his apparent age, the elderly man sprang up from his sitting position, executing a seamless backflip that landed him directly into a pair of sandals positioned some distance behind him. The move was so swift and unexpected that it seemed almost comical, yet it showcased an impressive, practiced grace. He scooped up his gnarled staff and approached the two goddesses, his steps confident and his quirky demeanor intact.
He was about six feet away from the goddess duo, his eyes wracking up and down Andi like a slab of meat as he got closer. The young Greek goddess preened a little at the attention and pressed her biceps against the side of her bosom, making them pop out more. Something that had Alice smirking at her friend's behavior.
"Hehe!" The man cackled at the sight, clear arousal on his perverse mug.
"Are you the martial arts master, Roshi?" Alice asked, rolling her eyes at Andi's antics, who was looking a touch smug at the attention.
"Why yes I am, ma'am! What can this humble hermit do for a lovely pair of divine beauts?"
"We're here for an item in your possession." Andi interjected, the man snapping his gaze back to her figure. "We need Aither's Whisper."
"Eh? That old thing? Won that in a poker game to be honest. Think it was about one, two hundred years ago?" He asked, scratching his bushy beard. "Been collecting dust mostly."
"If it hasn't been of use to you, perhaps we could take it off your hands? For a price of course." Andi fluttered her lashes, her arms still pressing her bosom up, but her hands were intertwined together, looking all sad yet hopeful.
"Hmph! For a pair of ta-tas like those? For sure! You've given me new material for months!" Roshi said with a perverted giggle and turned to Alice. "And I'd be happy to give you the vial, if your friend here flashes her milkers too."
"I'll shoot you in the dick." Alice scowled, disgust etched across her face as her gun materialized in her hand. The sheer audacity of this mortal to make such a perverted demand of her!
What gall! She thought, her eyes narrowing with cold fury. The temerity of this mortal to make such lecherous demands was beyond comprehension. The sheer nerve sent a surge of irritation coursing through her, tightening her grip on the gun as she steadied herself, ready to teach him a lesson.
"Please, you think I haven't heard that one before?" The old man scoffed and waved his hand dismissively. "I won't be handing it over until I see the goods wrapped up in that admittedly nice summer outfit you're wearing."
"Now, now, Alice. Let's not threaten the mortal." Andi scolded and smiled at Roshi. "How about I let you give mine a squeeze in substitute for my friend? You can even suck on them. I can fill them with the milk of your choice."
"Nope! Pretty lady, you've already done your due. I'm more of a looker at this age. Time for this friend of yours to share the burden. Ain't your fault she's tighter than a clam shell."
"Do you even realize who or what I am?" Alice growled, her teeth nearly grinding as she struggled to keep her composure.
Alice, what's the problem? Andi's telepathic voice rang through Alice's mind, laced with confusion. If the exasperation in her tone was anything to go by, she found Alice's objections trivial, almost amusing.
Andi... Alice thought, a wave of exasperation coursing through her. She knew her friend's perspective all too well; as the goddess of the wild, Andi's nudist tendencies made it difficult for her to grasp why anyone would hesitate at baring their body, especially if it meant obtaining what they came for. But Alice felt entirely different. She was no nudist, and the idea of exposing herself so casually unsettled her deeply.
Sure, she had slept with Calypso, even conceiving a child with the Titaness for the sake of their war against Gaea, but that was different. She genuinely cared for Calypso, and if the Fates and her mother allowed it, she was considering pursuing something more permanent with the Queen of Ogygia after the war. But this... this was beyond her comfort zone. Exposing herself for the satisfaction of a mortal was a step too far.
"Nope, don't care." The old man flashed her a peace sign and let out a small cackle, the sound both mischievous and carefree.
The two locked eyes, an unyielding silence stretching between them that felt endless, even to a goddess. Finally, Alice's resolve faltered, and she let out a long, suffering sigh, her shoulders slumping in reluctant defeat.
"Fine!" She snapped, dismissing her gun with a flick of her wrist. Her movements were slow and reluctant as she began, each action burdened with the bitter taste of indignity. Alice's jaw clenched, every second stretching into an unbearable eternity as she forced herself to comply. With a sharp intake of breath, she passed her handbag to Andi and began to lift her T-shirt, much to Roshi's approving hum that only deepened the fury simmering beneath her calm exterior.
Though as she stopped after bunching it above her bust, exposing her bra, the pervert made a tutting sound, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "Tut, tut. That's not good enough. I want a good view which means you need to be topless."
Yuck, he's super gross! Andi, I can't believe you would have let him nurse from you. Wendy scolded as Alice finished pulling off her top.
So? He's just a mortal. What's some second base action for getting what we need? Andi brushed off the concern. He's just living by his baser instincts, as the goddess of the wild I can respect that.
Alice didn't know if Andi truly believed that, and at this moment, she didn't care. She couldn't find it within herself to relate to Andi's perspective or sympathize with the old man's behavior, whatever the justification. Not when she was the one enduring humiliation for his benefit, a bitter indignation gnawing at her as she powered her way through the ordeal.
"You demanding asshole!" Alice hissed, her voice laced with anger even as she complied. If she was already doing this, she might as well see it through, though the distaste was clear in her expression. She didn't have to like it, and she made sure her displeasure was unmistakably clear.
"I know, but what does it say about you if you're doing it anyway?" The lecherous mortal retorted with a grin, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Tossing her T-shirt over to Andi for safekeeping, who obligingly caught it and folded it neatly, Alice proceeded to grab the cups of her lacy black bra in preparation to lift it up. She was going to only give the lech a look for a second, no more.
Sadly, before she could act on her plan, the old man interrupted with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Nuh uh. I said I want to see you topless, didn't I? Are you gonna do it properly or not?"
"Fine!" Alice growled, anger simmering in her eyes as she shifted her grip and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. With a sharp motion, she divested herself of the undergarment and tossed it over to Andi, who, like before, caught it and folded it with an almost casual care. Knowing exactly what the man wanted, Alice's frustration deepened as she folded her hands behind her back and pushed her chest forward, presenting herself for the pervert's satisfaction. "Look all you want, you piece of shit."
"Woohoo! Those were some pretty little apples!" The bastard said as he leered at Alice's exposed breasts, much to her humiliation and anger.
Andi nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they are super cute and perky."
"A-Are y-you done?" Alice asked the pervert, her face turning pink at her best friend's comment. While she didn't harbor romantic feelings for Andi, she couldn't deny the goddess of the wild's undeniable allure. The many children Andi had sired in the short span of her godhood was ample proof of that. Receiving such praise from her was quite flattering.
"Yup. Yup." The old man said with a pleased and mischievous grin. "I've got your puppies memorized."
Alice nodded, a glimmer of irritation in her eyes as she dressed herself with a burst of green binary, seamlessly teleporting her bra and top back from Andi's hands to her body. The fabric reappeared in place, fitting snugly as if it had never been removed.
"There! I've performed your strip tease. Now, may we have the vial?" She said, her voice edged with barely restrained annoyance and her gaze bore into the old man, silently urging him to fulfill his part of the deal without further antics.
"Well." The old man hemmed and hawed for a moment before nodding. "Sure thing!"
He skedaddled into his quaint little house as Alice summoned a casual, relaxed-fit blazer in a muted olive green color that featured a classic notched lapel and a single-breasted front with two buttons for closure, three-quarter length sleeves,a rolled-up cuff fand two front pockets. A jacket that she pulled over her chest tightly and buttoned up, a small frown on her face as she covered herself up in a bid to add another layer of protection against the world.
"You okay?" Andi asked, concern evident in her voice as she handed Alice her handbag.
Alice exhaled sharply through her nostrils as she accepted it. "I am. He just reminds me too much of the internet. All porn and no thought."
The nature goddess patted her friend's shoulder comfortingly. "Hey, it was going to happen sooner or later. He could have asked for worse."
Probably best not to let her know that I plan to ask Alarak and Dr. Borg to pay this bastard a visit once we're gone. Alice concluded. Her friend wouldn't like it, but she wasn't going to let this humiliation go unpunished. While she knew Andi would likely stop her if she tried anything too extreme, and her own conscience probably wouldn't let her go that far, her brothers would be more than willing to avenge her sullied honor.
"And we could have cursed him and been done with it, but that doesn't foster a good legend." Alice huffed, deflecting from her true plans. "Maintaining good PR is such a pain. Still, Andi, thank you for trying to take the blow for me."
She felt phenomenally touched by Andi's willingness to go to such lengths, even offering to let the vile mortal nurse from her breasts to spare Alice from his lechery. Futile though the offer had proven, it was a testament to the depth of their friendship.
"Alice, you're a great friend! Of course I would help you out." Andi wrapped her in a warm hug, holding her tight, and Alice returned the embrace with a gentle squeeze.
Okay... Maybe just for that, I'll ask Alarak and Borg not to kill him, just scare the piece of garbage a little.
Soon, the old man returned with the Aither's Whisper: a small, elegant vial made of frosted glass that pulsed with a blue, glowing gas swirling inside. The light it emitted was dazzling and almost hypnotic, casting intricate, shimmering patterns around it. Its ethereal glow hinted at the essence of Aither, the Protogenos of Upper Air and Light, radiating a power that felt both ancient and vibrant.
"Here you go, ladies! Was using it for my disco ball! Been dancing under that thing for decades!" He handed the vial to Andi, who inspected it closely.
"I can see why you would. Thank you so much, Mister Roshi!" Andi beamed, her genuine smile radiant. Meanwhile, Alice's stomach churned as the old man continued to eye them both with an unsettling leer. Relief washed over her that most of his attention was directed at her nude friend, but guilt followed swiftly, gnawing at her for feeling thankful that Andi bore the brunt of his lascivious gaze.
"No problem! For a pair of pretty ladies? How could I not help?" He said with a wide grin that made Alice's blood boil. The audacity of the man, acting so casual and charming after forcing her through such degrading demands, sent a wave of anger coursing through her. How dare he pretend that everything was perfectly fine, as if the humiliation he had put her through was just another playful moment? Her fists clenched at her sides, and she fought to keep her expression neutral, determined not to let him see just how deeply his actions had affected her.
"Andi, we've got what we wanted. Let's go!" She muttered, barely managing to hold back her impulse to once again summon her gun.
"Sorry about her, she can be a little shy," Andi said as she turned away, deliberately flashing her bum at him and causing Alice's fury to spike. She knew Andi was trying to secure Roshi as an ally for the future, but after everything, it only fueled her frustration. With a burst of green binary, she teleported away before she did something rash. Andi, now a gust of wind, followed quickly, heading back to Beatrice's estate.
Wendy's form shimmered into her preferred humanoid shape as they rematerialized in the garden of Beatrice and Taylor's manor. While she had enjoyed being pure wind during their encounter with the pervy mortal, Roshi, thus sparing herself from his leering and the humiliation that poor Lady Alice had faced, she still preferred her humanoid form above all. Its dulled, more human senses, ironically, made it easier to appreciate the beauty of things, like the way the sun filtered through the lush foliage, casting dappled light over the meticulously maintained garden. Wendy noted with approval that it would make an ideal home for any Dryad that might emerge, which, given the notoriously particular nature of her floral spirit cousins, was high praise indeed.
However, Wendy only had a moment to take in the serene beauty of the garden before a startling sight drew her focus. That being Taylor seated in Beatrice's lap, their lips fused in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about their deep affection. Taylor's slender hand gripped Beatrice's gown, pulling it taut, while Beatrice's firm hold on Taylor's waist intensified their closeness. Their fingers threaded through each other's hair, dark curls mixing with golden strands in an intimate gesture that amplified their fervor. Their hands shifted from hair to entwined fingers, tracing palms and knuckles before brushing over bare shoulders and collarbones. Taylor's fingers traced the curve of Beatrice's collarbone, while Beatrice's hand moved along Taylor's back, exploring the smooth skin beneath the rumpled fabric of her dress. The soft rustle of fabric and taut seams underscored the urgency of their movements, a blend of dominance and surrender. Taylor's sleeveless black dress, adorned with shimmering scarab and beetle motifs, was slightly disheveled, with the straps of her bodice pulled down and the ties half undone, exposing more of her shoulders and collarbone. The delicate fabric of her slip and the structured lines of her corset peeked through, contributing to the intimate disarray. Beatrice's deep royal purple gown mirrored this state, its neckline slipped low and the laces of her bodice partially undone, revealing glimpses of her own slip and corset and hinting at the recent fervor that had left both women's attire askew. Heedless of their audience, which she must've surely noticed by now, Beatrice pressed her lips to Taylor's shoulder, lingering as her hand caressed the exposed skin, drawing them closer. Each touch conveyed unfiltered desire and silent affection, deepened by the soft exchanges of contact. Fresh hickeys marked their necks, undeniable evidence of their recent passion.
Wendy's cheeks flushed, and, true to her elemental nature, her hair flared with a small burst of fire. Despite her embarrassment, a small smile graced her lips. She was surprised but, she had to admit, pleasantly so. Wendy found it heartening that someone was able to find joy during the Second Gigantomachy. Even if the two Sorceresses were not directly involved in the war, the fact remained. It inspired hope, serving as a reminder that moments of happiness could still be found even in the darkest times.
Lady Alice, having teleported in beside Wendy, let out a laugh that rippled through the garden, infusing the air with unexpected brightness at catching the two Sorceresses making out. The dark cloud she had carried since enduring the humiliation inflicted by the lecherous Roshi while retrieving Aither's Whisper seemed to lift, if only momentarily.
"Well, well," she teased, "looks like we interrupted a romantic moment. Should we come back later?"
The playful remark by Lady Alice and the lifting of her best friend's melancholy that it indicated, Wendy sensed through their bond, was the only thing keeping Andi's irritation from boiling over. Andi, having teleported in on Wendy's other side from Lady Alice, narrowed her eyes, a sharp glint flashing as she fixed the Sorceresses with a glare. To her, the couple's makeout session was nothing but time wasted when the lives of two of her best friends hung in the balance. Thankfully, she managed to keep her voice even as she addressed Beatrice and Taylor, though it trembled with strain. "What exactly do you think you're doing? We were out there facing Gigantes, greedy Wizards, and perverted martial artists for the reagents, and you two were here... making out?"
Beatrice's eyes flashed with defiance, but before her sharp retort could escape, Taylor leaned in, pressing a swift yet tender kiss to her lips that settled the storm in Beatrice's eyes. Taylor's fingers lingered briefly on Beatrice's cheek, the intimacy of the gesture conveying trust and unity. As she turned to face Andi, Taylor's gaze was steady, her calm composure subtly diffusing the tension that hung in the air.
"We're sorry." Taylor said, her voice calm and sincere as her fingers moved gracefully, doing her best to smooth out the crumpled fabric of her gown. The intricate beetle designs glinted subtly as she meticulously adjusted the hem and bodice, trying to restore some semblance of order. Beatrice sighed, a touch of reluctance in her eyes as she mirrored Taylor's actions, carefully pulling the neckline of her deep royal purple gown back into place and tightening the laces. "Give us a moment to make ourselves presentable, and we'll discuss the next steps."
Andi's jaw tightened, but she nodded curtly. "Fine. Be quick about it."
They retreated to the manor's living room, waiting for their hostesses to finish freshening up after their interrupted makeout session. The atmosphere shifted, settling into a composed, almost ceremonial tone as they prepared for what was to come. Andi sat with Wendy and Alice, anticipation evident in her posture. Beatrice and Taylor entered shortly after, their attire carefully chosen to reflect both their poised demeanor and to conceal the evidence of their earlier passion. High collars adorned both gowns, strategically covering the fresh hickeys scattered across their necks, collarbones, and shoulders.
Beatrice wore a flamboyant gown of red and gold, embroidered with intricate flame-like patterns that shimmered as she moved, giving her a regal, commanding presence. The bodice of her dress was corseted, cinching her waist and accentuating her figure, with a deep cutout that showcased her ample cleavage. The voluminous skirt flowed grandly, containing layers of luxurious petticoats and supported by an extravagant crinoline that added to her majestic silhouette.
Taylor's dress, as always sleeveless, was a deep forest green adorned with embroidered spiders and scorpions that seemed almost alive. The high collar seamlessly integrated into the structured bodice, emphasizing her lean, athletic build while preserving an undeniable femininity. Though her bust was modest compared to her master and lover, or goddesses like Andi and Alice, it was by no means insignificant, and the expertly tailored gown accentuated it gracefully. A subtle cutout showcased her cleavage, adding a touch of daring to her otherwise composed appearance and highlighting her modest yet well-defined curves. The skirt flared out from the fitted bodice with layers of petticoats and a restrained bustle, lending volume that, while more understated than Beatrice's grand crinoline, still conveyed an air of sophistication and presence.
Andi briefly wondered why both women had chosen such provocative designs for their gowns, with cutouts that accentuated their figures and offered tantalizing views of their breasts. The choice felt deliberate, as though Taylor and Beatrice were making a statement. Andi guessed, but could not be certain, that it was their way of subtly asserting that while they were presenting themselves professionally as requested, they would not fully yield to her expectations. The blend of defiance and professionalism hinted through their gowns only reinforced this impression. Still, whatever the true meaning, her priority remained clear. The pressing task of finding a way to aid Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus left little room for idle musings.
At least they've decided to take things seriously now. Andi thought to herself, her gaze flicking between the two Sorceresses. This moment, at least, appeared to be treated with the gravity it deserved. The earlier display of passion was gone, replaced by an understanding of the stakes they faced.
As the couple settled into their seats across from Andi and her companions, Andi wasted no time. Without preamble, she reached into a small satchel and carefully produced the three precious artifacts: the Veilstone of Erebus, Nyx's Ashes, and Aither's Whisper.
"These are what you asked for." She said, her tone firm but edged with weariness as she handed the artifacts over, her eyes fixed on Beatrice.
Beatrice took the items, her eyes gleaming with interest as she offered a distracted. "Well done, Lady Andi."
With a nod to Taylor, she floated the artifacts onto the table before them. Taylor returned the gesture and moved forward, her fingers gliding over the artifacts with practiced precision. Even though Andi was a goddess of magic, she found it difficult to discern what Taylor was checking for. She could feel the subtle magic of diagnostic spells being cast, but Taylor's sorcery was so foreign compared to the Wizarding magic that was Andi's domain that she could not sense what the spells were actually seeking.
Taylor looked up, meeting Andi's gaze with a steady, reassuring expression.
"They are genuine and intact." She confirmed, her voice calm but carrying the weight of their shared anticipation. "We have what we need."
Andi's eyes flickered with a mix of relief and impatience. "Good. Now, what's next?"
Beatrice held up a hand, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "Patience, Lady Andi. There is preparation involved. You know that magic of this level does not come with haste. More importantly, when it's ready, it will only give you a small opening to act. Taking that into account, are you sure you want to use it right away?"
Andi's frown deepened, confusion quickly hardening into anger as her eyes darkened and her posture grew tense. "What do you mean? I thought this would let me rescue my friends from Tartarus."
The mere implication that this ritual would not immediately achieve her goal made her blood boil, a fierce protectiveness surging within her. Her hands clenched at her sides, and Wendy shifted uncomfortably beside her, sensing the storm of emotions threatening to erupt. Andi's gaze bored into Beatrice, daring her to suggest that any further delay or obstacle stood between her and saving Percy and Annabeth.
Unfazed by her anger, Beatrice sighed, a hint of weariness in her voice. "It can help you reach them, yes. But using magic to extract them from Tartarus is far too risky. You know how the Ancient Laws work. If you intervene too forcefully, it will give Tartarus himself the right to respond in kind. Do you want the Lord of all the creatures of darkness to open a portal onto the Argo II and unleash his most powerful monsters?"
Andi winced, the weight of the implications settling on her. "No. That's a terrible idea."
"I'm glad we agree." Beatrice replied dryly. "So, I ask again: do you want to use the ritual now?"
Andi glanced at Alice, searching for guidance. Alice met her gaze, her voice steady. "We should wait until you can use it most effectively. Timing is everything."
Andi nodded reluctantly.
"You're right." She turned back to Beatrice. "We'll put the ritual on hold for now."
Beatrice inclined her head.
"Then you know how to reach me when the time comes." A faint smile crossed her lips as one of her Ánemoi Thúellai glided in, carrying a tray laden with tea and pastries. "In the meantime, would you like some tea and snacks before you leave?"
Taylor set the tea and snacks on the table, her movements precise as she served each of them. Andi exchanged a glance with Wendy and Alice, who both shrugged.
With a sigh, Andi allowed herself a small smile. "Yes, I think I will."
The tension in the room eased as everyone settled into their seats, allowing a momentary calm to wash over them like a gentle breeze. The anticipation that had charged the air seemed to dissipate slightly, granting them a rare moment of respite from the relentless stress of the Second Gigantomachy. It was a pause filled with unspoken understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the challenges they had already endured and the greater ones that lay ahead as the war against the Gigantes and their mother, Gaea, continued to rage. The conflict was far from over, and many battles still awaited them. Though Beatrice and Taylor were only aiding them as allies rather than direct participants, Andi was certain they faced trials of their own. This fleeting break was something each of them, in their own way, seemed to need.
Done and done! Thanks to Nameless as always!
Whoo this was a doozy of a chapter, but it was a lot of fun all the same. Seriously, so many little cameos and the like that just made it all nice and pretty.
Nameless: So! I've got a few things to say about the scenes, so I'm just going the list them in point form for clarity:
1) The glimpses into the state of the Wizarding World shown during the auction scenes will be the last exploration of it for some time. Andi has largely outgrown her involvement with that world, with only her domain over Wizarding magic maintaining a connection. The demands of the Second Gigantomachy keep her too preoccupied to engage deeply with it, limiting any exploration unless contrived subplots are introduced, which we aim to avoid.
E4E: Of course Andi expected some instant results, but it was important to remember that change would take time in the Wizarding world. Let's all remember that some Wizards are weary of rubber duckies of all things. So it might take a while, but thankfully she's got time. Right? Maybe? Who knows!
Nameless: 2) The scene with Roshi serves several purposes:
a) Alice's discomfort at having to expose herself underscores that not everyone around Andi shares her or Wendy's nudist tendencies. While Alice may accept and respect their comfort with nudity, being asked to do the same herself is something altogether a different matter.
b) It highlights the impact of Roshi's perverse behavior on his victims. The portrayal mirrors the treatment in the Dragon Ball IP, where his actions are often used for comedic effect but receive negative reactions from other characters, emphasizing their inappropriateness. For example, Bulma's reaction to being tricked into flashing Roshi is one of shock and embarrassment, and his behavior is frequently reprimanded, illustrating that while humor is drawn from it, it is not condoned within the story.
c) The narrative demonstrates that just because a character may engage in an intimate act in one context (e.g., Alice sleeping with Calypso to gain assistance in locating Ouranos), it doesn't mean they will feel comfortable doing something similar in another context (e.g., Alice flashing her breasts for Roshi).
E4E: Andi however has far more loose tendencies. She is loyal of course to Will, but if she needs to do something for a reason? She's willing to shave her pride a little to get what she needs.
Nameless: 3) About us shipping Beatrice and Taylor… Well, this was something we considered doing all along. This is just us committing to that idea. On another related note, if you're curious about the presence of yet another lesbian couple, blame Lesbos. As subtly hinted in the chapter, she's up to her familiar schemes from TUFS, albeit with different targets this time. We decided not to have Andi openly accuse her, as we've already explored that angle in TUFS and wanted to avoid repetition in this story.
E4E: Andi just has to deal with a lot of potential female to female romantic tension within her crew and friends. Who knows when Lesbos will strike~
Nameless: To be fair, that's true of Eros too. So nothing's really changed. XD
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