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ENDORA AND HER FRIENDS were on their way out of Olympus when they were stopped by Percy who locked eyes on something in the distance. The brunette followed his gaze to see Hermes standing in a side courtyard of the palace. The god was staring at an Iris-message in the mist of the fountain.

Percy glanced at the rest. "I'll meet you at the elevator."

"You sure?" Endora asked, then she studied his face. "Yeah, you're sure. Come on, guys. Let's wait down in the lobby."

Daughter of Hecate and the rest made their way to the elevator, leaving Percy behind as he went to talk with the god. They walked in comfortable silence, both too tired to talk and too many things on their mind.

However, before they could reach the elevator a presence stopped them. Goddess of love smiled at the demigods, her eyes glassy, but her complexion still perfect without any smudges. Her smile didn't reach her eyes; the death of her daughter even shook the goddess herself.

"Lady Aphrodite," Endora greeted.

"Hello my dear," the goddess said, "I just wanted to come and congratulate you personally. What you did here saved us all even if my lord does not want to admit it."

"It was a group effort," the witch said, "Nothing could be done without everyone else."

"Ah, yes, Perseus Jackson," Aphrodite mused, "I see you've been following my advices. Your love story is just beginning and I can't wait for it!" she glanced at Annabeth and Fredrick, "Do not think I forgot about you two. I see that you two finally confessed those feelings buried deep down."

Annabeth's faced warmed up and Fredrick looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

Madeline gasped, "When?" she asked with her eyes wide, "What?"

The pair looked at each other, huge smiles forming on their faces, "Dora was stabbed and you became the new counselor and we didn't want to say anything, but when we went with Travis and Connor to the drugstore. . . then."

"Wow," was all Endora said, "I'm feeling betrayed."

"But do not worry, my dear," Aphrodite said, "You have time to speak about them; and you will know when the time is right. All of you, my dears. But I think you already know that. Your love is fragile yet so beautiful. I'm honored to be watching it and adding my twists and turns in it. But do not dwell. I'm not that cruel."

And with a burst of pink clouds, the love goddess disappeared.

They were all waiting for Percy at the elevator.

"Why do you smell like flowers?" Endora asked, looking at the boy with raised eyebrow.

"Long story," Percy said.

Together they made their way down to the street level. Neither of them said a word. The music was awful ─ Neil Diamond or something. When they got into the lobby, they found Percy's mother and Paul arguing with the bald security guy, who'd returned to his post.

"I'm telling you," Sally yelled, "we have to go up! My son ─ " then she saw Percy and her eyes widened. "Percy!" she hugged the boy so tightly he looked like he was struggling to breath.

"We saw the building lit up blue," Sally continued. "But then you didn't come down. You went up hours ago!"

"She was getting a bit anxious," Paul said drily.

"I'm all right," Percy promised as his mom hugged Endora and Annabeth. "Everything's okay now."

"Mr. Blofis," Madeline said with a grin, "that was wicked sword work."

Paul shrugged. "It seemed like the thing to do. But Percy, is this really. . . I mean, this story about the six hundredth floor?"

"Olympus," Percy said. "Yeah."

Paul looked at the ceiling with a dreamy expression. "I'd like to see that."

"Paul," Sally chided. "It's not for mortals. Anyway, the important thing is we're safe. All of us." 

Percy was about to relax. Everything felt perfect. Endora and him were okay. His mom and Paul had survived. Olympus was saved. But the life of a demigod is never so easy.

Just then Nico and Josie ran in from the street, and their faces told them something was wrong.

"It's Rachel," he said. "I just ran into her down on 32nd Street."

"She's crazy girl," Josie said out of breath, "Crazy I tell you."

Endora frowned. "What's she done this time?"

"It's where she's gone," Nico said. "I told her she would die if she tried, but she insisted. She just took Blackjack and ─ "

"She took my pegasus?" Percy demanded.

Nico nodded. "She's heading to Half-Blood Hill. She said she had to get to camp." 

Nobody steals Blackjack. Not even Rachel. Percy wasn't sure if he was more angry or amazed or worried.

"What was she thinking?" Annabeth said, her hands on her hips. "She'll never get through the defenses. Peleus will eat her." 

Percy hadn't considered that. The Mist wouldn't fool Rachel like it would most people. She'd be able to find the camp no problem, but he'd been hoping the magical boundaries would just keep her out like a forcefield. It hadn't occurred to me that Peleus might attack. 

"We've got to hurry." Percy said.

"Yeah, no shit," Endora said and grabbed his hand. Percy was about to protest but she cut him before he could even utter a word, "You just saved Olympus and you're going to tell me you can't take a bit of teleportation. Now, don't whine and everyone grab each other!"

They did as they were told. With a blink of an eye the group found themselves back in Camp Half-Blood. It was surreal being back at camp, because everything looked so peaceful: no burning buildings, no wounded fighters. The cabins were bright in the sunshine, and the fields glittered with dew. But the place was mostly empty.

Nico doubled over but Endora caught him.

"You okay?" she asked.

Nico managed to nod his head, "It's different from shadow-travel. I'll be fine."

Up at the Big House, something was definitely wrong. Green light was shooting out all the windows. Mist ─ the magical kind ─ swirled around the yard. Chiron lay on a horse-size stretcher by the volleyball pit, a bunch of satyrs standing around him. Blackjack cantered nervously in the grass. 

Rachel Elizabeth Dare stood at the bottom of the porch steps. Her arms were raised like she was waiting for someone inside the house to throw her a ball. 

"What's she doing?" Endora demanded, more worrying then being mad. "How did she get past the barriers?"

"She flew," one of the satyrs said, looking accusingly at Blackjack. "Right past the dragon, right through the magic boundaries."

"Rachel!" Percy called, but the satyrs stopped him when he tried to go any closer.

"Percy, don't," Chiron warned. He winced as he tried to move. His left arm was in a sling, his two back legs were in splints, and his head was wrapped in bandages. "You can't interrupt."

"I thought you explained things to her!"

"I did. And I invited her here."

Percy stared at him in disbelief. "You said you'd never let anyone try again! You said ─ "

"I know what I said, Percy. But I was wrong. Rachel had a vision about the curse of Hades. She believes it may be lifted now. She convinced me she deserves a chance."

"No," Madeline shook her head, "No."

"And if the curse isn't lifted? If Hades hasn't gotten to that yet, she'll go crazy!"

The Mist swirled around Rachel. She shivered like she was going into shock.

"Hey!" Percy shouted. "Stop!"

He ran toward her, ignoring the satyrs. The boy got within ten feet and hit something like an invisible beachball. He bounced back and landed in the grass. Endora ran towards him, checking if he was okay. The rest were at their side. Rachel opened her eyes and turned. She looked like she was sleepwalking ─ like she could see them, but only in a dream.

"It's all right." her voice sounded far away. "This is why I've come."

"You'll be destroyed!"

She shook her head. "This is where I belong, Percy. I finally understand why."

It sounded too much like what May Castellan had said. Percy had to stop her, but he couldn't even get to his feet.

The house rumbled. The door flew open and green light poured out. Endora recognized the warm musty smell of snakes. Mist curled into a hundred smoky serpents, slithering up the porch columns, curling around the house. Then the Oracle appeared in the doorway. The withered mummy shuffled forward in her rainbow dress. She looked even worse than usual, which is saying a lot. Her hair was falling out in clumps. Her leathery skin was cracking like the seat of a worn-out bus. Her glassy eyes stared blankly into space, but the girl got the creepiest feeling she was being drawn straight toward Rachel. Rachel held out her arms. She didn't look scared. 

"You've waited too long," Rachel said. "But I'm here now."

The sun blazed more brightly. A man appeared above the porch, floating in the air ─ a blond dude in a white toga, with sunglasses and a cocky smile.

"Dad?" Madeline tilted her head.

The god smiled at his daughter but held up his finger to his lips. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare," he said. "You have the gift of prophecy. But it is also a curse. Are you sure you want this?"

Rachel nodded. "It's my destiny."

"Do you accept the risks?"

"I do."

"Then proceed," the god said.

Rachel closed her eyes. "I accept this role. I pledge myself to Apollo, god of Oracles. I open my eyes to the future and embrace the past. I accept the spirit of Delphi, Voice of the Gods, Speaker of Riddles, Seer of Fate."

They were all stunned, unable to move. Endora looked at the Rachel and her eyes widened in terror as she watched the girl. A green column of smoke, like a huge python, uncoiled from the mummy's mouth and slithered down the stairs, curling affectionately around Rachel's feet. The Oracle's mummy crumbled, falling away until it was nothing but a pile of dust in an old tie-dyed dress. Mist enveloped Rachel in a column. For a moment Endora couldn't see her at all. Then the smoke cleared. Rachel collapsed and curled into the fetal position.

Everyone rushed forward, but Apollo said, "Stop! This is the most delicate part."

"What's going on?" Fredrick demanded. "What do you mean?"

Apollo studied Rachel with concern. "Either the spirit takes hold, or it doesn't."

"And if it doesn't?" Annabeth asked.

"Five syllables," Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. "That would be real bad."

Despite Apollo's warning, Percy ran forward and knelt over Rachel. The Mist sank into the ground and the green light faded. But Rachel was still pale. She was barely breathing. The Underworld children looked at each other - their faces pale and concerned expression written on their faced.

Then Rachel's eyes fluttered open.

"Percy."

"Are you okay?"

She tried to sit up. "Ow." she pressed her hands to her temples.

The rest of them followed. Endora sat on Rachel's other side, placing her hand to the girl's forehead and letting the green light appear. The redhead looked surprised, but calm down as the spell worked.

"Rachel," Nico said, "your life aura almost faded completely. I could see you dying."

"Don't let me experience that again," Endora said, "That was reckless! What were you thinking!"

"I'm all right," she murmured. "Please, help me up. The visions ─ they're a little disorienting."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Percy asked.

Apollo drifted down from the porch. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the new Oracle of Delphi."

"You're kidding," Annabeth said.

Rachel managed a weak smile. "It's a little surprising to me too, but this is my fate. I saw it when I was in New York. I know why I was born with true sight. I was meant to become the Oracle."

Percy blinked. "You mean you can tell the future now?"

"Not all the time," she said. "But there are visions, images, words in my mind. When someone asks me a question, I . . . Oh no ─ "

"It's starting," Apollo announced.

Rachel doubled over like someone had punched her. Then she stood up straight and her eyes glowed serpent green. When she spoke, her voice sounded tripled ─ like three Rachels were talking at once.

"Nine half-bloods shall answer the call.
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

At the last word, Rachel collapsed. Nico and Percy caught her and helped her to the porch. Her skin was feverish.

"I'm all right," she said, her voice returning to normal.

"What was that?" Percy asked.

She shook her head, confused. "What was what?"

"I believe," Apollo said, "that we just heard the next Great Prophecy."

"What does it mean?" Madeline demanded.

Rachel frowned. "I don't even remember what I said."

"No," Apollo mused. "The spirit will only speak through you occasionally. The rest of the time, our Rachel will be much as she's always been. There's no point in grilling her, even if she has just issued the next big prediction for the future of the world."

"What? But ─ "

"Percy," Apollo said, "I wouldn't worry too much. The last Great Prophecy about you took almost seventy years to complete. This one may not even happen in your lifetime."

"Maybe," Percy said, "but it didn't sound so good."

"No," said Apollo cheerfully. "It certainly didn't. She's going to make a wonderful Oracle!" 

The rest of the day was as strange as the beginning. Campers trickled in from New York by car, pegasus, and chariot. The wounded were cared for. The dead were given proper funeral rites at the campfire. Silena's shroud was hot pink, but embroidered with an electric spear. The Ares and Aphrodite cabins both claimed her as a hero, and lit the shroud together. No one mentioned the word spy. That secret burned to ashes as the designer perfume smoke drifted into the sky.

Dinner at the pavilion was low-key. The only highlight was Juniper the tree nymph, who screamed, "Grover!" and gave her boyfriend a flying tackle hug, making everybody cheer. They went down to the beach to take a moonlit walk, and Percy was happy for them, though the scene reminded Percy of Silena and Beckendorf, which made the boy sad.

Mrs. O'Leary romped around happily, eating everybody's table scraps. Nico and Ethan sat at the main table with Chiron and Mr. D, and nobody seemed to think this was out of place. Everybody was patting Nico on the back, complimenting him on his fighting. Even the Ares kids seemed to think he was pretty cool. Hey, show up with an army of undead warriors to save the day, and suddenly you're everybody's best friend.

Slowly, the dinner crowd trickled away. Some went to the campfire for a sing-along. Others went to bed. The boy sat at the Poseidon table by himself and watched the moonlight on Long Island Sound. Percy could see Grover and Juniper at the beach, holding hands and talking. It was peaceful.

"Hey." someone said from behind him, "Happy birthday, Water Boy."

Endora appeared next to the boy, holding a huge misshapen cupcake with blue icing.

Percy stared at her. "What?"

"It's August 18th," she said. "Your birthday, right?"

Percy was stunned. It hadn't even occurred to him, but she was right. He had turned sixteen this morning ─ the same morning he'd made the choice to give Luke the knife. The prophecy had come true right on schedule, and the boy hadn't even thought about the fact that it was his birthday.

"Make a wish," Endora said.

"Did you bake this yourself?"

"Annabeth and Tyson helped." the brunette said. "But, none of us are great cooks."

"That explains why it looks like a chocolate brick," Percy said. "With extra blue cement."

Endora shoved him light-heartedly, but couldn't help but to laugh. Percy thought for a second, then blew out the candle. They cut it in half and shared, eating with their fingers. Endora sat next to him, and they watched the ocean. Crickets and monsters were making noise in the woods, but otherwise it was quiet.

"You saved the world," she said.

"We saved the world."

"And Rachel is the new Oracle, which means she won't be dating anybody."

"You don't sound disappointed," Percy noticed.

Endora shrugged, "She wanted to become an Oracle. They're sworn to maidenhood."

"Uh-huh."

She raised an eyebrow. "You got something to say to me, Water Boy?"

"You'd probably kick my ass, pretty girl."

"You know I would."

Percy brushed the cake off his hands. He looked down at the girl. The moonlight reflecting off of the dinning pavilion was making her glow, like she was meant to be covered in it. Her hair was out of the braid she had while in the battle, and it down her back in perfect waves that made the boy go through it with his hand. Her eyes reminded Percy of the earth and nature, perfect in every way with sparkles in them as she watched the ocean. But Percy noticed the hints of sadness in her eyes, something she didn't even try to hide.

She was pretty.

She was mesmerizing.

She was the most beautiful girl Percy had ever laid eyes on.

"When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable. . ." Percy begun and Endora looked up at him, "Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal."

She hummed.

"You were one of the things keeping me tied to this world. Then up on Olympus," Percy said, "when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking ─ "

"Oh, you so wanted to."

"Well, maybe a little. But I didn't, because I thought ─ I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking. . ." Percy's throat felt really dry.

"Anyone in particular?" Endora asked, her voice soft.

Percy looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile.

"You're enjoying yourself way too much."

"Just a little."

And she brought her lips to meet his.

Her lips were soft and warm unlike his chapped ones. Percy melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the girl's waist and bringing her closer to his body. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck and Percy could feel her smile into the kiss. No matter how many times the boy dreamed about this moment, nothing could compare to the present.

There was something about kissing Endora Prince that Percy Jackson found was so utterly perfect. Maybe it was the way their lips fitted perfectly against each other, or maybe it was the way her hands played with his hair, or maybe it was the way they didn't want to pull away from air.

Whatever it was, Percy loved every single moment.

A loud cheers were heard behind the pair and the two of them broke apart, blushing.

"About time!" yelled Madeline as she stepped towards them with Fredrick, Josie and Annabeth by her side, followed by a few others campers that included Lou Ellen and Basil.

Percy held back a groan, "Oh, come on! Is there no privacy?"

"The lovebirds need to cool off!" Clarisse said with glee.

"The canoe lake!" Annabeth shouted.

Endora glared at her best friend, "Traitor!"

With a huge cheer, they carried the pair down the hill, but they kept them close enough to hold hands. Endora was laughing, and Percy couldn't help laughing too, even though his face was completely red.

The pair held hands right up to the moment they dumped them in the water.

Afterward, Percy had the last laugh. He made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Their friends kept waiting for them to come up, but hey ─ when you're the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time. 

Camp went late that summer. It lasted two more weeks, right up to the start of a new school year, and the brunette has to admit they were the best two weeks of her life. Endora and Percy spend most of their time together, hiding away from their friends and Endora's siblings. Grover had taken over the satyr seekers and was sending them out across the world to find unclaimed half-bloods.

So far, the gods had kept their promise. New demigods were popping up all over the place ─ not just in America, but in a lot of other countries as well. 

"We can hardly keep up," Grover admitted one afternoon as they were taking a break at the canoe lake. "We're going to need a bigger travel budget, and I could use a hundred more satyrs." 

"Yeah, but the satyrs you have are working super hard," Percy said. "I think they're scared of you."

Grover blushed. "That's silly. I'm not scary."

"Grover, you're a lord of the Wild," Endora said, "The chosen one of Pan. A member of the Council of ─ "

"Stop it!" Grover protested. "You two are just as bad as Juniper. I think she wants me to run for president next."

He chewed on a tin can as we stared across the pond at the line of new cabins under construction.

The U-shape would soon be a complete rectangle, and the demigods had really taken to the new task with gusto. 

Nico had some undead builders working on the Hades cabin. Even though he was still the only kid in it, it was going to look pretty cool: solid obsidian walls with a skull over the door and torches that burned with green fire twenty-four hours a day. Next to that were the cabins of Iris, Nemesis, Hecate, and several others. They kept adding new ones to the blueprints every day. Endora watched with a fond smile as Basil decorated their new home, smiling as he watched it from the outside.

It was going so well, Annabeth and Chiron were talking about adding an entirely new wing of cabins just so they could have enough room. The Hermes cabin was a lot less crowded now, because most of the unclaimed kids had received signs from their godly parents. It happened almost every night, and every night more demigods straggled over the property line with the satyr guides, usually with some nasty monsters pursuing them, but almost all of them made it through.

"It's going to be a lot different next summer," Percy said. "Chiron's expecting we'll have twice as many campers."

"Yeah," Grover agreed, "but it'll be the same old place." he sighed contentedly.

They watched as Tyson led a group of Cyclops builders. They were hoisting huge stones in place for the Hecate cabin, listening to Lou Ellen as she navigated them. Each stone was engraved with magical writing, and if they dropped one, it would either explode or turn everyone within half a mile into a tree.

"I'll be traveling a lot," Grover warned, "between protecting nature and finding half-bloods. I may not see you as much."

"Won't change anything," Percy said. "You're still my best friend."

He grinned. "Except for Endora over here."

"That's different." Percy smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It sure is."

That evening was the last night of camp ─ the bead ceremony. The Hephaestus cabin had designed the bead this year. It showed the Empire State Building, and etched in tiny Greek letters, spiraling around the image, were the names of all the heroes who had died defending Olympus. There were too many names, but Percy was proud to wear the bead. He put it on his camp necklace ─ four beads now. He felt like an old-timer.

Percy thought about the first campfire he'd ever attended, back when he was twelve, and how he'd felt so at home. That at least hadn't changed.

"Never forget this summer!" Chiron told them. He had healed remarkably well, but he still trotted in front of the fire with a slight limp. "We have discovered bravery and friendship and courage this summer. We have upheld the honor of the camp."

He smiled at Percy, and everybody cheered. As Percy looked at the fire, he saw a little girl in a brown dress tending the flames. She winked at him with red glowing eyes. No one else seemed to notice her, but the boy realized maybe she preferred it that way.

"And now," Chiron said, "early to bed! Remember, you must vacate your cabins by noon tomorrow unless you've made arrangements to stay the year with us. The cleaning harpies will eat any stragglers, and I'd hate to end the summer on a sour note!"

The next morning, Endora and Madeline stood with Fredrick, Annabeth and Percy at the top of Half-Blood Hill, coming to wish the three a safe trip. They watched the buses and vans pull away, taking most of the campers back to the real world. A few old-timers would be staying behind, and a few of the newcomers, and Endora and Madeline were one of them.

"Good-bye," Rachel said to them as she shouldered her bag. She looked pretty nervous, but she was keeping a promise to her father and attending Clarion Academy in New Hampshire. It would be next summer before they got their Oracle back.

"You'll do great." Annabeth hugged her.

Rachel bit her lip. "I hope you're right. I'm a little worried. What if somebody asks what's on the next math test and I start spouting a prophecy in the middle of geometry class? The Pythagorean theorem shall be problem two. . . Gods, that would be embarrassing."

Endora laughed, bringing Rachel in for a hug, "Iris-message me when you need distraction. I'll come right away."

"Duh," Rachel said, wished they well and ran down the hill to catch her ride.

Annabeth would be staying in New York. She'd gotten permission from her parents to attend a boarding school in the city so she could be close to Olympus and oversee the rebuilding efforts. Two other girls was trying to get into the same school, they managed to convince Chiron to let her, but it was taking longer then they had expected.

They watched as the guard dragon Peleus curled contentedly around the pine tree underneath the Golden Fleece and began to snore, blowing steam with every breath.

"You've been thinking about Rachel's prophecy?" Percy said, looking at Endora.

She frowned. "How did you know?"

"Well, after knowing you for some time, I pick some stuff up."

The girl rolled her eyes, "Okay, maybe I have. Nine half-bloods shall answer the call. I wonder who they'll be. We're going to have so many new faces next summer, and we're supposed to narrow them to nine."

"Yep," Percy agreed. "And all that stuff about the world falling in storm or fire."

Annabeth pursed her lips. "And foes at the Doors of Death. I don't know, guys, but I don't like it. I thought. . . well, maybe we'd get some peace for a change."

Fredrick brought his girlfriend into his side, kissing her forehead, "Wouldn't be Camp Half-Blood if it was peaceful," he said.

"I guess you're right . . . Or maybe the prophecy won't happen for years."

"Could be a problem for another generation of demigods. Then we can kick back and enjoy." Madeline said.

Endora nodded. However, she still felt uneasy. If it was a prophecy for the next generation of demigods, why was she thinking about it so hard? Why was her stomach twisting? Why did it feel like it was close?

Percy shook his head, "Let's calm our minds." he placed a kiss on Endora's head, "Iris-message you when I arrive home."

Endora smiled, "I'll be waiting."

"Okay, what is so urgent you needed me to teleport here?" Endora asked, standing in front of Rachel Elizabeth Dare in the girl's dorm room.

It was peaceful day for Endora, decorating her new cabin with her siblings and helping new claimed children settle in. It's been about month or two from the start of the school year and the brunette had daily talks with her friends and boyfriend. She and Madeline would sit around the mist and talk with their friends, laughing during the campfire singalongs and enjoying their time together.

"I-I've been having these dreams. . ." Rachel said, twisting the loose string of her uniform.

"Okay. . . and?" Endora paced around the room, "Do they involve me or any of our friends? About the prophecy?"

"It is about prophecy. . ."

Endora waited for the girl to continue. Her nerves were eating her out. Bad feeling settling in the pit of her stomach, knowing nothing good came from demigods having dreams. Even more when their Oracle had some.

"Your prophecy. . ."

The brunette stopped in her tracks. What? She felt her mind going hazy. Her hands begun to shake. Her heart begun to beat so rapidly against her chest she thought it would burst out. Her mind kept screaming on repeat and only thought that came was No.

"What?" the girl asked softly, terrified expression settling on her face. "How?"

"I don't know," the redhead admitted, stressed even more, "It started right after I left the Camp, but only bits and pieces. I tried to contact Apollo, but he would answer my messages. I ─ I don't know what is happening."

"Okay, what were the dreams about?"

"You and Percy and Annabeth," Rachel said, "There is Madeline too and some kids I've never seen before. You're all standing in some kind of amphitheater or something, I don't know, but. . . it's. . . it's bad."

"Bad how?"

Rachel didn't say anything at first, but she didn't have to. She suddenly stood up, her body begun twisting in a column of green smoke, just like it did last time. Her scary green eyes stared straight into Endora's soul in a way no one was able to. It made her feel anxious.

And then. . .

"The Ancestors who keep her safe,
Shall go silent as the world caves.
Spirit to end with a bronzen blade,
The one she loved will be to blame.
With a single spell may her soul laze,
And be brought back with a loving gaze.

niki speaks!

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