gone girl.
━━━ chapter nineteen

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The first step of Operation "Betray Your Friends And Save The World" was to retrace Luke Castellan's steps and visit his mother.

Luke never really talked about his mother, except from that one time she saw in her dream. She knew something was seriously wrong with May Castellan, but she didn't exactly know the extent of her madness. A part of her was curious to meet her, subconsciously wanting to see if it was as bad as Luke described, if it was bad enough to push him to the edge.

Amaryllis and Percy shadow-travelled with the help of Mrs. O'Leary, as the daughter of Hades couldn't do it herself and reveal her abilities. Shadow-travelling was a really weird experience, one that she had gotten used to after some time, but it was clear that Percy didn't have the best time. Once they slipped off the hellhound's back, he looked like he was fighting the urge to throw up.

"Have some rest, girl," Amaryllis said, petting Mrs. O'Leary's head. She let out a huge toothy yawn, turned in a circle and then flopped down so hard the ground shook.

Then Nico appeared out of the shadows, right next to Amaryllis. He stumbled and she caught him immediately.

"I'm okay," he managed, rubbing his eyes. The process of shadow-travelling was very demanding and draining for anyone, especially a human.

"How did you do that?" Percy asked.

"Practise. A few times running into walls. A few accidental trips to China."

Amaryllis frowned as Mrs. O'Leary started snoring. If it hadn't been for the roar of traffic behind them, she would have surely woken up the whole neighbourhood. "Are you going to take a nap too?" Percy asked Nico.

He shook his head. "The first time I shadow traveled, I passed out for a week. Now it just makes me a little drowsy, but I can't do it more than once or twice a night. Mrs. O'Leary won't be going anywhere in a while."

Amaryllis remembered the first time her brother taught her how to shadow travel. She had panicked and accidentally ended up in Ireland, but she was too tired to travel back so instead, she just took a nap in a field. Surprisingly, it was the least weird experience she had ever since she found out she was a daughter of Hades.

"So we've got some quality time in Connecticut. What now?"

"We ring the doorbell," Amaryllis said, trying to sound more confident than she actually was.

The house and the energy around it gave off an eerie feeling that she wasn't fond of. It looked like something out of a disturbing horror film, with a light glowing through the kitchen window and the sidewalk having been lined with those little stuffed beanbag animals you see in gift shops. The front porch was infested with wind chimes and shiny bits of glass and metal clinked in the breeze. The two-story white house looked almost abandoned.

As they got closer, Amaryllis noticed the name Castellan written in English on the turquoise door, and below in Greek: Διοικητής φρουρίου, which roughly translated to Guards' Commander. She wasn't really sure about what that meant.

Nico looked at them. "Ready?"

Percy and Amaryllis nodded and he knocked lightly on the door, which immediately swung open.

"Luke!" the old lady cried happily.

She looked like someone who enjoyed sticking her fingers in electrical sockets. Her white hair stuck out in tufts all over her head. Her pink housedress was covered in scorch marks and smears of ash. When she smiled, her face looked unnaturally stretched, and the high-voltage light in her eves made Amaryllis wonder if she was blind.

"Oh, my dear boy!" She hugged Amaryllis, even though she wasn't a boy, she was much shorter and younger than her son. A part of her remembered her own mother and she almost hugged the woman back, feeling sad since she knew that Luke would never return to the woman.

Then Ms. Castellan pulled back and smiled at Percy. "Luke!" she said, forgetting all about Amaryllis and giving him a hug. "Come in!" she insisted. "I have your lunch ready!"

She ushered them inside. The living room was even weirder than the front lawn. Mirrors and candles filled every available space. They couldn't look anywhere without seeing their own reflection. Above the mantel, a little bronze Hermes flew around the second hand of a ticking clock.

"This way, my dear!" Ms. Castellan steered Amaryllis toward the back of the house. "Oh, I told them you would come back. I knew it!"

She sat them down at the kitchen table. Stacked on the counter were hundreds of Tupperware boxes with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches inside. The ones on the bottom were green and fuzzy, like they'd been there for a long time. On top of the oven was a stack of cookie sheets. Each one had a dozen burned cookies on it. In the sink was a mountain of empty plastic Kool-Aid pitchers. A beanbag Medusa sat by the faucet like she was guarding the mess.

Ms. Castellan started humming as she got out peanut butter and jelly and started making a new sandwich. Something was burning in the oven, probably a new set of cookies.

Amaryllis' heart sank at the sight. She wasn't prepared to feel so bad about the boy that betrayed them all and caused the Titan War or his mother.

Nico coughed, getting her attention of Amaryllis. "Urn, Ms. Castellan?"

"Mm?"

"We need to ask you about your son."

"Oh, yes! They told me he would never come back. But I knew better." She patted Amaryllis' cheek affectionately, giving her peanut butter racing stripes.

"When did you last see him?" Nico asked.

Her eyes lost focus. "He was so young when he left," she said wistfully. "Third grade. That's too young to run away! He said he'd be back for lunch. And I waited. He likes peanut butter sandwiches and cookies and Kool-Aid. He'll be back for lunch very soon..." Then she looked at the girl and smiled. "Why, Luke, there you are! You look so handsome. You have your father's eyes."

She turned toward the pictures of Hermes above the sink. "Now, there's a good man. Yes, indeed. He comes to visit me, you know."

The clock kept ticking in the other room. Percy looked at Nico pleadingly, like he was asking if they could leave. Amaryllis squeezed his hand under the table - she wasn't sure why, but the whole situation was upsetting her a lot and she needed to feel like she wasn't alone.

"Ma'am," Nico said. "What, uh... what happened to your eyes?"

Her gaze seemed fractured - like she was trying to focus on him through a kaleidoscope. "Why, Luke, you know the story. It was right before you were born, wasn't it? I'd always been special, able to see through the... whatever-they-call-it."

"The Mist?" Percy offered.

"Yes, dear." She nodded encouragingly. "And they offered me an important job. That's how special I was!"

The three kids glanced at each other, but they all looked equally confused.

"What sort of job?" Amaryllis asked. "What happened?"

Ms. Castellan frowned. Her knife hovered over the sandwich bread. "Dear me, it didn't work out, did it? Your father warned me not to try. He said it was too dangerous. But I had to. It was my destiny! And now... I still can't get the images out of my head. They make everything seem so fuzzy. Would you like some cookies?"

She pulled a tray out of the oven and dumped a dozen lumps of chocolate chip charcoal on the table. "Luke was so kind," Ms. Castellan murmured. "He left to protect me, you know. He said if he went away, the monsters wouldn't threaten me. But I told him the monsters are no threat! They sit outside on the sidewalk all day, and they never come in."

She picked up the little stuffed Medusa from the windowsill. "Do they, Mrs. Medusa? No, no threat at all." She beamed at Amaryllis. "I'm so glad you came home. I knew you weren't ashamed of me!"

Something broke inside Amaryllis and she teared up, thinking of the mother waiting for a son that would never come back to her. For all she knew, that was how her own mother reacted after she was taken to Ogygia - at least before Hades erased her memories. She lowered her head to conceal the tears, but she was pretty sure the other two boys noticed. If they did, they said nothing.

"Ms. Castellan," Percy said.

"Mom," she corrected.

"Um, yeah. Have you seen Luke since he left home?"

"Well, of course!"

Nico sat forward expectantly. "When?" he asked. "When did Luke visit you last?"

"Well, it was... Oh goodness..." A shadow passed across her face. "The last time, he looked so different. A scar. A terrible scar, and his voice so full of pain..."

"His eyes," Percy said. "Were they gold?"

"Gold?" She blinked. "No. How silly. Luke has blue eyes. Beautiful blue eyes!"

So Luke really had been here, and this had happened before last summer -before he'd turned into Kronos. If anything, that just made Amaryllis feel worse. Perhaps his mother was the last person that saw him as he used to be.

"Ms. Castellan?" Nico put his hand on the old woman's arm. "This is very important. Did he ask you for anything?"

She frowned as if trying to remember. "My- my blessing. Isn't that sweet?" She looked at us uncertainly. "He was going to a river, and he said he needed my blessing. I gave it to him. Of course I did."

Nico looked at Amaryllis triumphantly. "Thank you, ma'am. That's all the information we-"

Ms. Castellan gasped. She doubled over, and her cookie tray clattered to the floor. The three teenagers jumped to their feet. "Ms. Castellan?" Amaryllis said.

"Ahhh," She straightened. I scrambled away and almost fell over the kitchen table, because her eyes - her eyes were glowing green. "My child," she rasped in a much deeper voice. "Must protect him! Hermes, help! Not my child! Not his fate - no!"

She grabbed Nico by the shoulders and began to shake him as if to make him understand. "Not his fate!"

Nico made a strangled scream and pushed her away. He gripped the hilt of his sword. "Guys, we need to get out-"

Suddenly Ms. Castellan collapsed. Percy lurched forward and caught her before she could hit the edge of the table. He managed to get her into a chair. "Ms. C?" he asked.

She muttered something incomprehensible and shook her head. "Goodness. I... I dropped the cookies. How silly of me." She blinked, and her eyes were back to normal - or at least, what they had been before. The green glow was gone.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Well, of course, dear. I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

Percy glanced at Nico, who mouthed the word Leave. Amaryllis didn't need to hear it again.

"Ms. C, you were telling us something," Percy said. "Something about your son."

"Was I?" she said dreamily. "Yes, his blue eyes. We were talking about his blue eyes. Such a handsome boy!"

"We have to go," Nico said urgently. "We'll tell Luke... uh, we'll tell him you said hello."

"But you can't leave!" Ms. Castellan got shakily to her feet, and Percy backed away, pulling Amaryllis with him. It felt silly for them to be scared of a frail old woman, but the way her voice had changed, the way she'd grabbed Nico... something was wrong.

"Hermes will be here soon," she promised. "He'll want to see his boy!"

"Maybe next time," Percy said. "Thank you for-" He looked down at the burned cookies scattered on the floor. "Thanks for everything."

She tried to stop them, to offer them Kool-Aid, but they had to get out of that house. On the front porch, she grabbed Amaryllis' wrist and she almost jumped out of my skin. "Luke, at least be safe," she said. "Promise me you'll be safe."

Amaryllis tried a smile. "I will, mom," she said and bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a sob. If that was the only thing she could do to help the poor woman, she needed to do it, even if that meant lying.

That made Ms. Castellan smile. She released my wrist, and as she closed the front door, they could hear her talking to the candles: "You hear that? He will be safe. I told you he would be!"

As the door shut, the three ran. The little beanbag animals on the sidewalk seemed to grin at them as they passed.

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Back at the cliff, Mrs. O'Leary had found a friend.

A cozy campfire crackled in a ring of stones. A girl about eight years old was sitting cross-legged next to Mrs. O'Leary, scratching the hellhound's ears. She had mousy brown hair and a simple brown dress. She wore a scarf over her head, so she looked like she came from a different decade altogether.

She poked the fire with a stick, and it seemed to glow more richly red than a normal fire. "Hello," the girl said.

Amaryllis wiped her cheek with the back of her palm and tried to regain her composure. While under normal circumstances finding a person alone in the woods usually meant that it was a monster, there was something serene about the girl, something she couldn't really explain.

Confirming her thoughts, Nico bowed to the little girl. "Hello again, Lady."

She studied the other two with eyes as red as the firelight. Amaryllis decided it was safest to bow and Percy did the same."Sit, my dears," she said. "Would you like some dinner?"

Not waiting for their answer, the girl waved her hand and a picnic appeared at the edge of the fire. There were plates of roast beef, baked potatoes, buttered carrots, fresh bread, and a whole bunch of other foods Amaryllis hadn't had in a while. She then made a five-foot-long dog biscuit appear for Mrs. O'Leary, who happily began tearing it to shreds. It didn't take a genius to realise that in front of them stood a goddess.

Amaryllis sat between the two boys. Percy picked up a plate of food, but before he dug in, he scraped part of my meal into the flames, the way they did at camp. "For the gods," he said.

The little girl smiled. "Thank you. As tender of the flame, I get a share of every sacrifice, you know."

"I recognize you now," Percy said. "The first time I came to camp, you were sitting by the fire, in the middle of the commons area."

"You did not stop to talk," the girl recalled sadly. "Alas, most never do. Nico talked to me. He was the first in many years. Everyone rushes about. No time for visiting family."

"You're Hestia," Amaryllis realised and the goddess nodded. "Goddess of the Hearth."

"My lady," Nico asked, "why aren't you with the other Olympians, fighting Typhon?"

"I'm not much for fighting." Her red eyes flickered. Amaryllis realized they weren't just reflecting the flames. They were filled with flames, giving off a warm and cozy feeling."Besides," she said, "someone has to keep the home fires burning while the other gods are away."

"So you're guarding Mount Olympus?" she asked.

"'Guard' may be too strong a word. But if you ever need a warm place to sit and a home-cooked meal, you are welcome to visit. Now eat."

After everything that had happened that day alone, Amaryllis had lost her appetite. But the goddess was watching her curiously, so she took a bread roll and forced herself to eat it. Percy's plate was empty in less than a minute and Nico scarfed his down just as fast.

"That was great," Percy said. "Thank you, Hestia."

She nodded. "Did you have a good visit with May Castellan?"

Percy glanced at Amaryllis, who still shaken by the visit. "What's wrong with her, exactly?" he asked Hestia.

"She was born with a gift," she answered. "She could see through the Mist."

"Like my mother," he said. "But the glowing eyes thing-"

"Some bear the curse of sight better than others," the goddess said sadly. "For a while, May Castellan had many talents. She attracted the attention of Hermes himself. They had a beautiful baby boy. For a brief time, she was happy. And then she went too far."

"One minute she was all happy," Percy said. "And then she was freaking out about her son's fate, like she knew he'd turned into Kronos. What happened to... to divide her like that?"

The goddess's face darkened. "That is a story I do not like to tell. But May Castellan saw too much." Her eyes fell on Amaryllis, like he was trying to pass on a message. "If you are to understand your enemy Luke, you must understand his family."

She remembered what Luke had told her about his mother, back when they were friends, back when he was still good. Suddenly everything made sense. She tried to imagine him as a kid, having to deal with his mother's green-eyed fit - it was too much for a nine-year-old to handle.

"I understand why Luke ran away," Amaryllis said. "Leaving his mom... it wasn't right, but still, he was just a kid. Hermes should have done something, something to help them both."

Hestia scratched behind Mrs. O'Leary's ears. The hellhound wagged her tail and accidentally knocked over a tree."It's easy to judge others," Hestia warned. "But will you follow Luke's path? Seek the same powers?"

She gave the girl a knowing look. She knows about the plan, Amaryllis thought. It made no sense how she'd know something like that, but it was clear that she was talking to her, not Percy.

Nico set down his plate with a thump, distracting the other boy from realising something was wrong. "We have no choice, my lady. It's the only way Percy stands a chance," he said, giving a look back at Hestia that was saying, Don't snitch on us, we're doing the right thing.

"Mmm." Hestia opened her hand and the fire roared. Flames shot thirty feet into the air. Heat slappedthem in the face. Then the fire died back down to normal."Not all powers are spectacular." Hestia looked at Percy this time, thankfully, though her words were directed at her. "Sometimes the hardest power to master is the power of yielding. Do you believe me?"

"Uh-huh," he said.

The goddess smiled. "You are a good hero, Percy Jackson. Not too proud. I like that. But you have much to learn. When Dionysus was made a god, I gave up my throne for him. It was the only way to avoid a civil war among the gods."

"It unbalanced the Council," Percy said. "Suddenly there were seven guys and five girls."

Hestia shrugged. "It was the best solution, not a perfect one. Now I tend the fire. I fade slowly into the background. No one will ever write epic poems about the deeds of Hestia. Most demigods don't even stop to talk to me. But that is no matter. I keep the peace. I yield when necessary. Can you do this?"

"I don't know what you mean," he answered.

She studied him. "Perhaps not yet. But soon. Will you continue your quest?"

"Is that why you're here - to warn me against going?"

Hestia shook her head. "I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Hearth. I am the last Olympian. You must remember me when you face your final decision."

Once again, her red eyes slightly drifted to Amaryllis, quick enough that no one else might have noticed.

Percy winced at the way she said the word final. He looked at Nico, then back at Hestia's warm glowing eyes. "I have to continue, my lady. I have to stop Luke... I mean Kronos."

Hestia nodded. "Very well. I cannot be of much assistance, beyond what I have already told you. But since you sacrificed to me, I can return you to your own hearth. I will see you again, on Olympus."

The goddess waved her hand, and everything faded.

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Suddenly, they were at Percy's home. The three of them were sitting on the couch in his mom's apartment on the Upper East Side, while Mrs. O'Leary occupied the rest of the living room, her size not being very much apartment-friendly.

A muffled yell came from the bedroom, a voice that belonged to Paul, Percy's stepfather. "Who put this wall of fur in the doorway?"

"Percy?" Sally Jackson called out. "Are you here? Are you all right?"

"I'm here!" he shouted back.

"Woof!" Mrs. O'Leary tried to turn in a circle to find Percy's mother, knocking all the pictures off the walls.

It took a few minutes, but they finally got things worked out. After destroying most of the furniture inthe living room and probably making their neighbors really mad, they got Percy's parents out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where they sat around the kitchen table. Mrs. O'Leary still took up the entire living room, but she'd settled her head in the kitchen doorway so she could see them, which made her happy. Sally tossed her a ten-pound family-size tube of ground beef, which disappeared down her gullet. Paul poured lemonade for the rest of them while Percy explained about their visit to Connecticut.

"So it's true." Paul stared at Percy and Amaryllis like he'd never seen them before. He was wearing his white bathrobe, now covered in hellhound fur, and his salt-and-pepper hair was sticking up in every direction. "All the talk about monsters, and being a demigod... it's really true."

Back when Amaryllis was living with the Jacksons, Paul had no idea about the mythological world they lived in. Apparently, Percy and Sally had explained it to him, but it seemed like he was only then realising it was true. "Sorry about Mrs. O'Leary," Percy said, "destroying the living room and all."

Paul laughed like he was delighted. "Are you kidding? This is awesome! I mean, when I saw the hoof prints on the Prius, I thought maybe. But this!" He patted Mrs. O'Leary's snout. The living room shook, which either meant a SWAT team was breaking down the door or Mrs. O'Leary was wagging her tail.

Amaryllis couldn't help but feel warm inside when she saw Percy smile. "Thanks for not freaking out," he told his stepfather.

"Oh, I'm freaking out," he promised, his eyes wide. "I just think it's awesome!"

"Yeah, well," Percy said, "you may not be so excited when you hear what's happening."

He told Paul and his mom about Typhon, and the gods, and the battle that was sure to come. Then he told them Nico's plan. Amaryllis didn't realise that, but she was holding her breath while Percy was speaking, the guilt poisoning her heart as Sally took a deep breath, like she was thinking how to tell me no."Percy, it's dangerous," she said. "Even for you."

"Mom, I know. I could die. Nico explained that. But if we don't try-"

"We'll all die," Nico said. He hadn't touched his lemonade. "Ms. Jackson, we don't stand a chance against an invasion. And there will be an invasion."

"An invasion of New York?" Paul said. "Is that even possible? How could we not see the...the monsters?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I don't see how Kronos could just march into Manhattan, but the Mist is strong. Typhon is trampling across the country right now, and mortals think he's a storm system."

"Ms. Jackson," Nico insisted, "Percy needs your blessing. The process has to start that way. I wasn't sure until we met Luke's mom, but now I'm positive. This has only been done successfully twice before. Both times, the mother has to give her blessing. She had to be willing to let her son take the risk."

Of course, there was a loophole. Since Amaryllis' real mother didn't remember her, the next closest thing to a mother she had was a stepmother - Persephone. The goddess had given her her blessing immediately, not even caring enough to listen to the risks that came with bathing in the River. Amaryllis was pretty sure that she was secretly hoping that she'd die in the process, still angry that Hades cheated on her with a mortal woman.

"You want me to bless this?" She shook her head. "It's crazy. Percy, please-"

"Mom, I can't do it without you."

"And if you survive this... this process?"

"Then I go to war," he said. "Me against Kronos. And only one of us will survive."

"You're my son," Sally said miserably and Amaryllis' heart sank. "I can't just..."

Percy locked eyes with Paul, and some kind of understanding passed between them."Sally." He put his hand over my mother's hands. "I can't claim to know what you and Percy have been going through all these years. But it sounds to me... it sounds like Percy is doing something noble. I wish I had that much courage."

Percy's mom stared at her lemonade. She looked like she was trying not to cry. Amaryllis thought about what Hestia had said, about how hard it was to yield, and she figured maybe his mom was finding that out."Percy," she said, "I give you my blessing."

They all glanced at Nico.He looked more anxious than ever, but he nodded. "It's time."

"Percy," Sally said. "One last thing. If you... if you survive this fight with Kronos, send me asign." She rummaged through her purse and handed him her cell phone.

"Mom," he said, "you know demigods and phones-"

"I know," she said. "But just in case. If you're not able to call... maybe a sign that I could see from anywhere in Manhattan. To let me know you're okay."

"Like Theseus," Paul suggested. "He was supposed to raise white sails when he came home to Athens."

"Except he forgot," Nico muttered. "And his father jumped off the palace roof in despair. But other than that, it was a great idea."

"What about a flag or a flare?" the woman mom said. "From Olympus - the Empire State Building."

"Something blue," Percy said and Amaryllis remembered the running joke between him and his mother.

"Yes," she agreed. "I'll watch for a blue signal. And I'll try to avoid jumping off palace roofs."

She gave Percy one last hug and then he shook hands with Paul.Then the trio walked to the kitchen doorway and looked at Mrs. O'Leary."Sorry, girl," Percy said. "Shadow travel time again."

"Uh, Percy?" Amaryllis said, "maybe you should travel with Nico. Mrs. O'Leary seems too tired to carry both of us," she lied. She caught her brother looking at her questioningly, but she knew what she had to do. Maybe it wasn't part of their father's plan, maybe it was just another impulsive decision of an emotionally distressed teenage girl, but she decided to go through with it anyway.

"Oh, okay." Percy touched Nico's arm, which caused the young boy to appear momentarily flustered. "See you in Los Angeles, then."

"Not L.A.," Nico said. "There's a closer entrance to the Underworld. Meet us in Central Park." He looked between her and Sally, the realisation hitting him. "Don't be late," he added and averted his gaze. The shadows covered the two boys and soon, they disappeared from the apartment.

Amaryllis turned to look at Sally and Paul nervously. "Ms. Jackson, before I leave, could... could I talk to you privately?"

Percy's mother looked surprised, but nodded. Paul got up, taking the hint and with a light squeeze on Amaryllis' shoulder, as if he could read her mind to know how hard that conversation would be, left the room.

"What is it, love?" Sally asked.

Amaryllis told her everything. She thought it'd be hard, but once she started, she couldn't stop. She told her the whole truth; that she was a daughter of Hades and kept it a secret from everyone, her father's plan, the Prophecy, that she was planning to betray her son to save him from the terrible fate that she decided to experience instead of him. Sally didn't speak for a while, even after the girl was done. Amaryllis was pretty sure she was trying to find a subtle way to say that she hated her - tears started falling from her eyes once again.

"I don't get it," the woman finally said. "Why... why are you telling me this?"

"Because you- you have the right to know," she cried. "Because you deserve it after everything you and your family did for me. And b-because I'm scared."

Then the unexpected happened. Sally got up from the chair she was sitting on and hugged Amaryllis. The hug probably lasted seconds, but to the girl it felt like it lasted hours. When she pulled away, she realised the woman's robe had wet stains from her tears, but she didn't seem to care at all.

Her expression was soft as she looked at Amaryllis. "You're too young to be going through all this," she said gently. Her eyes were glassy, like she was ready to cry as well, but maybe the girl was just imagining it. "Are you absolutely sure there is no other way?"

Amaryllis shook her head. "There isn't."

"You're willing to die just so my son will be safe," the woman said. "You... you care a lot about him, don't you?"

"He doesn't deserve to go through this," she said.

"Neither do you," Sally said, her tone serious, even though her voice broke. Then her expression softened again. "Thank you for taking care of him when I can't, love. I hope I'll see you again."

"Me too, Ms Jackson."

"I've told you to call me Sally," she reminded her and Amaryllis smiled.

"Goodbye, Sally." She got close to Mrs. O'Leary and woke her up gently. The hellhound raised her head and looked at her with curiousity. "Come on, girl. We have a lot to do."

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

▊gone girl provides us the mommy issues representation we need !! ive cried throughout the whole chapter and im not afraid to admit it !! for the ultimate bawling experience, you can also read the chapter listening to "slipping through my fingers" by abba

▊i think may castellan is genuinely one of the most tragic characters of the riordanverse and one of the most underrated stories as well. my heart aches for her </3

▊... anyways im pretty sure this is the saddest chapter ive ever written? so yay. i need a break now.

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