CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
the road straight down to hell

LIFE WITHIN the four walls of the Lotus Casino seemed to pass far more quickly than anywhere else Delia Cromwell had ever been before. It was like her life was passing through her peripheral vision in some sort of strange and mysterious blur that she couldn't quite figure out. And if she was being honest, she didn't want to figure it out. Delia couldn't remember the exact reason behind her arrival at some random casino in Las Vegas. If she had been with people. Or if this was just a pit stop in the middle of a much greater journey. Delia wasn't entirely sure. But if there was something she was certain of, it was that she didn't want to ever leave.

And why would she want to leave?

Delia Cromwell had everything she could ever want all around her. She was surrounded by joyous music, video games perfect for her thirteen year old self, and all the snacks the world had to offer her. She did lose track of her newfound friend a while ago with a name she could not remember now. But Delia wasn't too fussed by the disruption. She was having the time of her life under the radiant lights of the Lotus Casino. She had no reason to feel lost, worried, or confused. Delia felt as if she was where she was always meant to be — standing in front of a game booth, hitting the buttons with her fingers with force while she moved the joystick around to up her score on the video game, a tight smile on her face.

If you were to ask Delia the truth, this was the happiest she's ever been.

     So when she felt a small tap on her shoulder, the young girl shuffled in annoyance, her eyes remaining fixated on the bright screen displayed in front of her gaze. Delia couldn't afford distractions right now. She was thousands of points away from achieving her next high score. It would be so high that not even the best gamer in the world could beat her. So whoever was trying to grab her attention and distract her from what could be the greatest milestone of her life, she hoped they would give up and leave her alone soon. Delia couldn't remember much about her life before the Lotus Casino, but she couldn't imagine it was great if this what brought her the most joy in her short life.

     Delia felt the tap on her shoulder again, but this time with much more urgency than before. The girl let out a huff and ignored the person standing behind her. That was until they grabbed ahold of her, causing for Delia's character to die in the game and stopping her from achieving that high score she desperately wanted. The girl couldn't help but let out a groan filled with annoyance past her lips before she turned around to come face to face with three individuals that she did not recognise; one blue-eyed boy with blond curls in his hair, a girl with long braids and dark eyes, and another boy with horns and goat legs, which seemed a little abnormal. She then frowned at the trio and shook her head disapprovingly.

"Not cool, guys," Delia complained, looking back at the dramatic game over sign blinking across the screen in bold red letters. It made the girl feel embarrassed, annoyed, and angry all at once. "I was just about to beat my own high score. You guys couldn't have waited five more minutes for your turn?" She questioned further, sounding even more frustrated than before.

The blond boy and the girl standing beside him turned to each other. "She's doesn't remember us either," The girl whispered to him, but loud enough for Delia to hear, loud and clear.

"I do remember you," Delia interjected, causing for the pair to snap their gaze towards her with frowns plastered across their faces. Whereas the other boy standing behind them just looked around aimlessly. "I remember you as the idiots who just messed up my game. Now who are you guys, and why are you here?" She questioned, a bitter tone laced in her voice while she spoke.

     The boy shook his head in response and made eye contact with Delia again, his lips parting to speak. "We don't have time for this. You're Delia. I'm Percy. This is Annabeth, and Grover. We're your friends, and we have to leave now because we have somewhere to be," Percy explained.

     Delia didn't know what to say. She just stood in front of them in surprise. These people were apparently her friends, but she's never met them before in her life until now. Delia wanted to question them about it, however, she wasn't given the chance before the girl, Annabeth, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her through the Lotus Casino with Percy leading the way and Grover trailing close behind them. Delia would occasionally try and tug her wrist out of Annabeth's grip, but it was no use as they continued to rush their way throughout the casino. They continued to keep up the same pace until they found their way downstairs to the parking lot where it was quiet and desolate, and the complete opposite to the uproar in the casino upstairs.

     "What kind of car does the god of travellers even have?" Delia heard the Percy kid pipe up, his voice breaking through the desolate silence surrounding them.

Delia wasn't a hundred percent sure about anything that was going on. But to the best of her knowledge, Grover was a satyr and the rest of them were demigod children on a quest, and it seemed important enough to drag her out of the casino when she was in the middle of having the time of her life. However, whatever this quest was, it sounded exciting. She wasn't the only one to think it either because it didn't take long for Grover to part his lips to speak. "Guys, I gotta say, so far, this quest is really exciting," He informed them.

This caused for Delia to turn to the satyr walking beside her, a small smile forming across her lips while she clapped her hands together in an excited manner. "Right. What do you think we'll get? We have to get a reward once we find this car, right?" She rambled, earning a nod from Grover in response while they continued to wander care-free through the parking garage. That was until Annabeth's familiar voice caused for the group to stop in their tracks.

"Finding the car isn't the quest," She countered, a deadpanned look plastered across her face while her gaze shifted between Delia and Grover.

     Delia stared back at Annabeth completely dumbfounded for a moment before she turned to Grover, who was already staring back at her. The duo exchanged a series of puzzled looks for a brief second before they turned back to Annabeth and Percy. "There's more?" They replied in unison with one another.

     It was silent at first until Percy let out a loud huff filled with frustration. "We'll explain it to you on the way. We're in a bit of a hurry," He informed before Annabeth took off, followed by Delia who quickly caught up with the girl, who she assumed was her friend.

     "Hey, can I ask you something?" Delia asked the girl while they continued to walk towards what she assumed was a stereotypical yellow cab. "Are we late because of me and Grover? Because we lost track of time and were easily distracted?" She continued to elaborate further, her voice quiet, like she was full of shame when she realised she could be to blame for their tardiness concerning their incredibly important quest.

     Annabeth offered the girl a kind smile. It wasn't a complete grin, but just enough to ease Delia's anxieties as Annabeth began to speak. "It wasn't your fault, Delia. You don't get to be a kid a lot of the time. It was nice to see you doing something other than spending all your time in the infirmary back home," She reassured the girl, and Delia furrowed her brows again. Infirmary. She worked in an infirmary. Before she had the chance to question the girl further, Annabeth caught a glimpse of something on the yellow cab, picking it up. "Guys."

     Percy and Grover soon rejoined the girls at the sound of Annabeth's voice calling them over. "Hermes drives a cab?" Percy questioned, sounding almost surprised by the recent revelation. Delia then looked down at the object Annabeth had took from the top of the vehicle and showed that it was an enveloped letter. "How do we know that's for us?" Percy inquired further.

     "Should've known the god of thieves noticed his pocket getting picked," Annabeth muttered as she turned the envelope around to face the rest of them. Delia read across the brown paper to see to the demigod kids was scribbled across in thick black ink. Annabeth scrambled to open the letter, staring down at the words written across the paper. "Back door to the Underworld, magic word, map in the glove box. And he says we'll become travellers once we're on the road. And then the car will take us wherever we wish to go," She explained.

     "So, one of us just has to drive it out of the garage," Percy insinuated, nodding his head.

     Delia raised her hand excitedly. "I'll do it. I was playing a video game back in the casino that involved driving and was a natural. I've got this!" She exclaimed.

     Percy and Annabeth turned to each other for a moment. Annabeth raised her brow towards Percy before the boy sighed. "I'll do it," He announced, deciding it was for the best to not let the amnesiac drive. Delia pouted in response like a sad child, huffing in the process. "I killed the Minotaur on my first try. How hard could this be?" He told them.

     "Famous last words," Delia muttered underneath her breath before she piled into the back of the yellow cab with Grover sliding in next to her. Annabeth climbed into the passenger seat while Percy slid into the driver's seat, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he sticks the keys into the ignition slot.

Delia quickly put her seatbelt on and waited for Percy to start driving them out of the parking garage, however, the second he pushed his foot down onto the ignition pedal, the car went forward and they crashed into a beam. Delia felt her entire body jolt forward, a quiet gasp leaving her lips. "My fault. That was my bad," Percy apologised before reversing backwards and crashing once again.

"I told you guys that you should've let me drive instead," Delia mused, folding her arms over her chest while her gaze darted between Percy and Annabeth.

Percy then continued to drive through the garage with a great deal of difficulty, occasionally stomping his foot on the breaks when he believed he was going too fast. But if you were to ask Delia Cromwell what she thought, she would say he was going too slow. If this quest that they were on was so urgent, then why aren't they picking up the pace? That question remained unanswered as Percy continued to steer the yellow cab towards the exit, and it continued that way until they found their way back outside onto the road, leaving the Lotus Casino behind once and for all. But suddenly there was a beam of light that shined brightly through the car. Delia squeezed her eyes shut out of fear, but when she reopened them again, it was dark.

Delia quickly removed her seatbelt and climbed out the car to see they were now parked on the sandy beach of Los Angeles, the ocean waves crashing along the shore while heavy rain smacked against her scalp. She watched as the others climbed out the vehicle and joined her at the front of the car, looking towards the ocean. And the longer Delia stared at the group, the sooner she realised they were her friends, and not some strangers who claimed they were her friends. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. She remembered them. She remembered everything before, during, and even after the casino. It was all coming back to her like waves, and she was grateful it did.

"Wait. I remember again," Grover was the first to say something. "You guys are my friends," He told them.

Delia nodded her head. "I remember, too. It's weird that Grover and I forgot everything but you guys didn't," She pointed out, turning to Percy and Annabeth, who memory stayed intact through their stay at the Lotus Casino.

"We weren't alone," Annabeth answered, coming to a quick realisation before her eyes met Percy's. "It's easy to forget what's important when you're alone."

Percy offered the girl a small smile before he turned back to face the ocean waves displayed in front of his gaze, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "I think I gotta go meet my dad now," He announced, sounding far from thrilled about the prospect of coming face to face with his father after years of abandonment.

"We'll be here when you get back," Grover reassured him.

Percy turned to look back at his friends. "What do I say to him?" He asked.

Delia shot Percy a kind look and offered a half smile before she played her comforting hand on his shoulder. "I've never met my dad. But I've always gone over what I would say to him in my head if I ever did, but nothing I thought ever felt right. I'd like to believe that in the moment, I would know what to say. I think you'll know, too," She explained.

Percy smiled kindly back at Delia, grateful for her reassuring words of encouragement before he turned his back on her and walked closer towards the shore, stepping deeper into the ocean until he succumbed to the tide and drifted underneath the waves. Delia stood back with mindless anticipation, inhaling sharply and holding her breath for a moment before she exhaled when she realised she was struggling to breathe. She was nervous for Percy. Confronting a deadbeat parent can never be easy. Delia wouldn't know since the most contact she's ever had with her father was when he saved her life last year. But she hoped for Percy's sake that it was going well. She could only imagine how confusing all of this must be for her friend.

And then shortly after going into the water, a figure found their way back out towards the shore. Delia sighed in relief when she realised it was Percy. She wondered what had been said between him and Poseidon, especially since it was clearly a short conversation. Once Percy found his way back to his friends, he looked back at them, clearly disturbed. "What is it?" Delia questioned worriedly.

"Guys, we have a problem," Percy informed, a serious look evident in his eyes, his words being enough to make Delia swallow thickly.

"What kind of problem?"

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     When Delia Cromwell pictured the door to literal hell, she imagined something painted a jet black colour with old, dead vines withering across the grand wooden gateway to the Underworld. She pictured smoke coming out from in between the cracks and echoes of distant screams of the tortured souls on the other side. Delia, quite frankly, imagined something so dark, and so twisted, that it would make her want to run away into the opposite direction and never look back. So, imagine her shock when she found out it was just an average looking door in the back office of a waterbed store. Nothing screamed danger, or came to Delia in the form of a bad omen. It looked completely and utterly normal. And that seemed more terrifying than anything she's witnessed so far on this quest.

     Delia wanted to question the strange appearance of a simple door. However, she knew there was no time for pointless questions in search of even more useless answers. After Percy emerged from the ocean, a pale look washed over his face and his bottom lip quivering with worry and dread, he informed the rest of them that because time moves differently in the Lotus Casino, they were in there for days and missed the summer solstice. If they missed the deadline then that meant the gods were preparing for war, pitting family against family, which meant Percy didn't get to confront his father after all. Delia had wondered if going down to the Underworld was worth it, and even if they deliver the bolt back to Zeus, would the war actually end. But Delia didn't care too much about the bolt, or the glory anymore. She just wanted to help Percy get his mother back from Hades.

     Bolt or no bolt, they would bring Sally Jackson home to her son. They would reunite at last. Delia hadn't made that promise to her friend directly. But she had already made the promise to herself, holding it close to her heart with all the determination needed in order to succeed. Delia knew how it felt to lose her parents. It left this gaping hole in her chest, an endless void of hopeless oblivion that yearned to be fixed. If she knew her parents were still alive and being held in the darkest pits of hell, she would fight tooth and nail to get them back. However, that wasn't possible, so she vowed to ensure her friend, Percy Jackson, would not suffer the same heart-wrenching fate she faced a year ago. And so, she would swallow her fear and follow him into the Underworld, no matter the cost.

Delia carefully watched as Grover left her side and slowly approached the closed door to the Underworld displayed in front of their eyes. She watched intensely, reaching up and touching the sun pendent around her neck with her fingertips for some sort of reassurance. Delia thought about her sisters and Luke, thinking about how worried they must be back at camp. She should've been back home days ago with her newfound friends at her side. Delia pictured them waiting, pacing, and worrying about the kids yet to return home, and the war they've surely heard is going ahead because they failed to get the bolt back to Zeus in Olympus before the deadline passed. Delia's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, hoping her family were safe and sound at camp, and that the war wasn't putting a strain on their lives.

     The girl was suddenly snapped back to reality when she heard Grover groan in disgust before he took a couple of steps back, returning to Delia's side with his nose scrunched up. "It's either the realm of the dead, or someone's left a carton of milk in there in the 1990s," He managed to cough up. It didn't take long for Annabeth to pick up a squeaky red ball from beside her before she handed it to the satyr, allowing him to squeeze on the item to ease his overwhelming nerves.

     "If we get into trouble...these are our tickets out," Percy sighed, listening as the sharp wind howled on the other side of the door. Delia looked down to see five pearls resting in the palm of his hand — a gift from his father. And perhaps their only ticket out of the Underworld.

     Delia then looked past Percy to see Annabeth shaking her head. "No one's turning back till we all come back,"  She countered, empathising her words to assure Percy that everyone would make it out of the Underworld, including Percy's mother.

     "We have no idea what's down there. I just think it's safer if I'm not holding them all," Percy argued back, still holding the five pearls in the palm of his hand. Delia sighed in defeat and made the first move to take a pearl from her friend's hand, and Annabeth and Grover followed her lead shortly afterwards, leaving Percy with two pearls — one for himself, and one for his mother for when they find her. And they will find her.

Annabeth then inhaled sharply before she opened the door to the Underworld, a large gust of wind breaking out and hitting Delia in the face. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. Delia watched as Annabeth and Grover stepped through the entrance, leaving her and Percy alone for a moment. This caused for the girl to gently nudge her friend, gaining his attention as she begun to speak. "We're going to get your mom back. I just know it," She reassured, a small, yet kind smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Percy stared at the girl for a moment before a small smile of his own found its way to the boy's face, a grateful glimmer twinkling in his ocean, blue eyes. Percy didn't even have to even respond. The look in his eyes was all Delia needed to know her friend was grateful for her reassuring words when he needed them most. Together, the pair stepped into the Underworld, following close behind Annabeth and Grover who they spotted hiding behind some tall rocks to keep themselves hidden by the dangers that lurked deep within Hades realm.

     Delia and Percy quickly followed their league and knelt down behind the rocks. Delia then looked ahead, swallowing thickly when she saw the thick clouds of mist and smoke all around her and her friends. The sound of the winds blowing freely through the air made her feel uneasy within herself, the breeze imitating the disturbing sounds of tragic weeping souls trapped in the Underworld, tied down by their sins. It caused for the girl to shudder, her skin crawling from the haunting feeling that she could one day end up in the Underworld if she ever steered away from good and fell into the deepest depths of evil. Delia sure hoped she would never lose herself. She didn't want to end up in a place like this.

"Not in Kansas," Percy muttered from beside the girl. Delia turned to look at her friend with a small smile ghosting across her lips. Only Percy Jackson could make a movie reference at a time like this, she thought to herself.

However, not everyone understood the old school movie reference because Annabeth turned back around to face the boy, a serious look plastered across her face. "Hey, focus. We left Kansas four days ago," She informed.

Delia rolled her eyes, shaking her head in the process before she turned to Percy, gently jabbing him with her elbow to catch his attention. "When this is all over, and we get back home, we need to make her watch The Wizard of Oz," She whispered to him. Percy smiled back at the girl and nodded his head in agreement.

"Guys, is that who I think it is?" Grover's familiar voice forced Delia to turn her attention away from Percy before she looked ahead to see a figure in the distance. A dark hooded figure.

Delia felt the chills run up her spine just as Annabeth decided to speak. "Charon, the boatman, taking new arrivals across the River Styx. Which means over there is the main gate. Let's go. Maybe we can get there first," Annabeth explained over the excessive sound of Grover squeezing the red ball repeatedly in his hand. Delia turned to her satyr friend with furrowed brows, watching as Annabeth quickly took the ball from him. "Why don't you let me hold on to that for now?" She offered and Grover nodded in response.

     Percy was the first to find the courage to move out from behind the rocks and towards where Charon stood tall in the distance at the front of a incredibly long queue of dead souls waiting to cross the River Styx. Delia and the others quickly followed close behind, catching up rather quickly before Percy began to push through the crowd to get to the front. Delia felt suffocated by the pack of dead people, like the atmosphere was going to swallow her whole at any given moment. "Percy, are you completely oblivious to the massive queue?" She asked the boy, clearly uncomfortable.

     Percy looked back for a moment, sparing Delia a quick glance before he shook his head and continued to move forward. "Nah. Only suckers wait in line," He replied to the girl.

     Suddenly, within just a few seconds the group had found their way to the front of the line, standing in front of an entire crowd and face to face with Charon. The hooded figure stared down at them, a foreboding silence creeping up Delia like an overbearing shadow when she heard the figure speak. "You're not dead," He stated.

     Percy shrugged his shoulders. "I mean...we're all dying to some extent," He retorted, and Delia couldn't help but want to facepalm herself when she heard those words leave the boy's lips in that very moment.

     "And you didn't pay to cross," Charon added, his voice growing more frustrated in response to Percy's original reply.

     All of a sudden, Delia and Grover turned to each other and quickly made an attempt to retrieve the drachmas from Percy's backpack. But their scrambling only caused more harm than good because it didn't take long for Charon to lift the whistle around his neck and bring it to his lips. However, when he used it, nothing could be heard. The inaudible whistle left Delia confused, but also in a state of disquiet where she couldn't help but wonder if Charon had grown tired of their antics and was summoning something a lot more dangerous than himself. Something that could tear Delia and her friends into a million tiny pieces.

Delia wanted to curse herself for being right. Shortly after Charon removed the whistle from his charred lips, the sound of low growls quickly flooded the air. A harrowing feeling began to creep up the back of Delia's neck, causing for the girl to shiver as the growls grew closer and closer. Then when she lifted her gaze, her mouth hanged open in horror, her eyes widening in pure terror when she came face to face with the three headed beast she had only heard about in stories and twisted fairytales. She never thought she would see the creature in person, let alone be forced to run for her life to save herself from becoming its food.

"Oh, my Gods," Delia whispered quickly, her voice beginning to shake. "Cerberus..."

Without saying another word, Delia and her friends took off into the opposite direction, all keeping close together while Cerberus chased after them, growls and snarls flooding Delia's ears, echoing lowly from behind her. She then turned to look over her shoulder, looking back to see the three headed dog was right on their tails, and it scared her. But what was even more terrifying was witnessing Grover get picked up by the beast, its jaws snapping shut while he's imprisoned by the creatures sharp canine teeth. Delia felt her heart drop when she witnessed her friend fall victim to the jaws of literal death.

"Guys, that way!" Annabeth called out in a panicked voice before she went left, but the girl quickly disappeared into the dark and thick cloud of mist, leaving Delia and Percy alone to fend for themselves.

However, when Percy stopped in his tracks, Delia followed his lead and turned to her friend with a worried expression, a matter of urgency pulsating sharply through her veins. "Percy, what are you doing?" She asked, raising her voice over the howling of the wind.

"Stopping this three headed freak," He replied, taking out his pen and flipping off the cap so it turned into his celestial bronze sword. "I'll hold it off, you keep going until you find Annabeth," He instructed. Delia knew what he was doing. It's the same thing he's been doing this entire quest — playing the hero.

Delia quickly shook her head and pulled him back. "No, you're not doing this again. Come on, before that thing rips you apart," She argued, the monsters footsteps getting louder and stronger. It was close.

Percy turned back to the girl. "Delia, don't make me use a pearl on you. Go!" He exclaimed. Delia knew the boy was stubborn. She's spent enough time with her friend to know he won't stop until his friends are safe. But little did he know, Delia was just as stubborn and wouldn't back down without a fight.

"No!" Delia snapped at the curly haired boy. It grew silent between the pair for a moment, nothing other than the howling of the wind, and Cerberus's loud footsteps could be heard. Percy's eyes then met Delia's, witnessing the desperation to keep him safe and alive, and the determination to stay at his side instead of throwing him to the jaws of death. "I am sick and tired of people protecting me. Especially when it's at their own expense. You've put your life on the line for me, for Annabeth, for Grover far too many times and it ends now. If you go, I go with you. Got it?"

Percy was stunned to say the least. He didn't expect such a strong pushback from Delia. Especially in the face of death. But instead of pushing back even more, he complied and nodded his head. Delia exchanged one last look with Percy before they turned to Cerberus as the creature launched itself towards them. Percy raised his sword and Delia prepared herself to have her friend's back at any cost until her last breath if that's what it took. But just as they believed this was the end for them both, Cerberus stopped in its tracks and began to act like. . . Well, like a dog, except this one was several feet tall and had three heads instead of one.

     Delia pulled a face, a frown forming across her features before the beast turned slightly to reveal Annabeth clinging to its side, scratching its neck to keep it calm. Cerberus whines for a moment before it drops to the ground with a loud and echoing thump. While Annabeth continued the process of keeping the creature calm by scratching its neck, the sound of squelching caused for Delia's attention to drift to the mouth of the beast, relief washing over her when she saw Grover climbing out of the beast's jaws, quickly scrambling of his feet covered in saliva and thick bile. "You are a bad...bad dog!" The satyr exclaimed in disgust. And if they weren't in a do or die situation, Delia knew she would've surely laughed at her friend's expense.

     "Guys! I can't hold this forever," Annabeth informed them worriedly. Delia could hear in her voice she was beginning to struggle, forcing the rest of them to scramble a good getaway plan just in time to save her too.

     Percy quickly turned to Grover. "Can you fly us up there with your shoes?" He asked. Grover nodded his head in response and used the shoes to fly him and Percy up to the clifftop first. Grover then returned back to the ground and grabbed ahold of Delia's hand, and soon enough she was being lifted into the air. Delia was deathly afraid of heights, there was no denying that. She just told herself repeatedly that she would be safe soon. Feyre's necklace around her neck would protect her. And when her feet touched the ground again, Delia breathed out a sigh full of relief.

     But when there was no sign of Annabeth, that was when the trio began to worry for her safety once again. Delia poked her head over the cliffside, hoping to find a sign of life within the thick cloud of mist. But there was nothing other than the defeating silence. "Annabeth!" Percy called out.

     Suddenly, the red squeaky ball was thrown up. Percy quickly catches the item in his hand, holding onto it tightly as Cerberus jumped up the cliff, its claws scraping down the sides of the cliff until it disappeared beneath the mist. Delia let out a shaky breath as she looked over the cliff edge again to see Annabeth holding onto the side for dear life. Delia kneeled down beside Percy, and together, they latched onto Annabeth's hands and pulled her up until she was safely at their side again. Annabeth then took the red ball from Percy, squeezed it a couple of times before she threw the item across the Underworld, causing for the creature to chase after it with a skip in its step.

     Annabeth turned back around and nodded towards what was waiting for them in the distance. "Hades's palace. That's where he'll be keeping the master bolt. And your mom," She told Percy.

     "Oh, no," Delia turned around when she heard Grover's worried voice from behind her. When she looked back at the satyr, she saw him patting down his pockets. "My pearl. I lost the pearl...it's in the dog," He informed them.

     Delia swallowed the thick lump forming in the back of her throat. They were a pearl down. Four pearls for the five people who needed a safe passage out of the Underworld. And that was when the girl realised something. . . One of them wasn't going to make it out of the depths of hell after all.

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authors note.
How has it been over 3 weeks since I last posted a chapter for this story??? I'm so sorry guys, I was on vacation with my family and then I went to visit my friend straight after and then I went back to work and that was a pain so I just wasn't in the mood or had the time to write much. BUT I hope this chapter was worth the wait, and as we near the end of the quest is this a good time to mention there's only 3 more chapters to go until the end of act one 🤭

Until then I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll update again soon!!!