CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
SILVIANA      DUVALL

Silviana was foolish to think that it couldn't get worse.

She'd forgotten all the memories. She'd been assaulted by chauvinist ghosts. She'd broken her ankle. She'd been tormented across a chasm by the horrible voices of her past. Now, in severe pain, with her ankle wrapped in duct tape and a dagger splint, and carrying no weapon except for her other dagger, she faced Mnemosyne—the ancient Titan goddess of memory and remembrance who wanted to kill Silviana and make Gaea proud.

In the last few hours, Silviana had shivered, sweated, whimpered, and blinked back so many tears that she wasn't even surprised that it did get worse. Honestly, she was more disgruntled by it than anything. Like, thank you, gods, for giving me the world's worst luck—oh, you want to give me some more bad luck? Thanks again! Really!

Maybe her memory loss could be a good thing here. Maybe, in her past life, Silviana was nothing but a timid Demeter kid who couldn't think past her anxiety. She wouldn't know, though. She couldn't be stopped by fear if she couldn't remember the fear ever being there.

Mnemosyne floated toward Silviana slowly, smiling in pleasure, her misty eyes glittering in the dark. Either she wasn't in a hurry, or she was slow. Silviana hoped she was slow, but considering she was a literal Titaness, it was probably the former.

Not that it mattered. Silviana was in no condition to run, and she didn't like her chances in combat. Mnemosyne was a divine force, and Silviana was just a simple half-blood—at least, she thought so. The Titan goddess probably had horrible powers that Silviana's could never amount to.

But there didn't seem to be any other option.

Silviana found herself repeating a thought she had back after breaking her ankle: You can't let this be the end. Not until you learn who you are.

The question was, of course, how could Silviana learn who she was? Mnemosyne had stolen all of her memories, and she doubted that the Titaness would ever think about giving them back.

Her eyes darted all around the room, looking for a solution that might help her. Ever since losing all her knowledge, she'd had to create her own using context clues around her. But for the most part, all she could see was books, ivy, more books, more ivy, and her mother's huge statue, surrounded by books and covered in ivy. Oh, and also the luxurious fountain.

"Help me out here," Silviana said. "You took all my memories, I get that. That's fine. But I just want to know what that is."

She was pointing at the misty fountain. Mnemosyne's lips curled. "Why do you care? You're about to die."

"Well, yes," Silviana said. "So I'd like to die knowing at least one thing. Share your memory with me, Oh Great Titaness."

Mnemosyne allowed herself a smug smile. "Not that it matters, because I won't let you anywhere near it. But it makes sense that you, a clueless fool, don't know what it is. My Fountain of Memory."

"Your..." Silviana's mind split into two different levels: one carrying on the conversation, the other madly grasping for a scheme to survive, "Fountain of Memory?"

"Yes, that's what I said!" she snapped. "Drinking a handful of the liquid mist inside grants the gift of memory, opposite from the River Lethe. It symbolizes the fluidity of memory and the passage of time."

Silviana couldn't care less, but she didn't really want to show that.

"Wow," Silviana acted, "so you really can both steal and give memories. You were right, you're really powerful."

Mnemosyne's head tilted curiously, almost caught completely off guard by Silviana's words. Then she blinked out of her daze. "I'm glad somebody realizes!" she said. "Do you see how plentiful my book collection is?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am, it's beautiful." Silviana nodded rapidly.

"Of course it is," Mnemosyne agreed. "But it's growing so large that I don't have any more room on the shelves! Do you know how long I have been down here, waiting to show Mother my work?"

"Probably so, so long," she sympathized. "It must have been awful."

"So awful. But my wait will be over soon! I just have to kill you, and then she'll see. They all will see."

Silviana's heart turned cold. She thought she'd been doing a good job at distracting Mnemosyne from her murderous tendencies, but apparently, it would take a lot more to fool a Titaness. Silviana really had to think. Although, she was slowly learning now, that thinking wasn't her specialty. It really did seem like her only option would be willingly fighting Mnemosyne.

I'm a goner, she decided.

Silviana gripped her dagger preparingly. She shifted, trying to keep her weight off her throbbing ankle. A new crack appeared on the floor, and she hobbled back.

"Careful!" Arachne snapped. "The foundations of this shrine have been eaten away over the centuries!"

Silviana's heartbeat faltered. "Eaten away?"

"You have no idea how much hatred boils beneath us," the Titaness said. "The spiteful thoughts of so many monsters trying to reach the Demeter of Knidos and destroy it. My power is the only thing holding the room together, girl! One false step, and you'll fall all the way to Tartarus—and believe me, unlike the Doors of Death, this would be a one-way trip, a very hard fall! I will not have you falling to your death before I can kill you myself."

Silviana's mouth tasted like rust. All the way to Tartarus? She tried to stay focused, but it wasn't easy as she listened to the floor creak and crack, spilling rubble into the void below.

She concentrated instead on the ivy all around. Ivy was good. Sylvie could manipulate the ivy. Still, she couldn't see how plants would do anything to stop a Titan goddess.

"Right, killing me," Silviana said. "Um... do you want to start getting to that?"

That's how she proved that Mnemosyne was not slow. In fact, she reacted very fast. Silviana didn't have the time to process it. Just the wave of her hand, and Mnemosyne blasted Silviana away with Titanic energy.

Silviana groaned as her back slammed into the farthermost bookshelf. Her force caused the books to all topple to the ground. Some hit her over the head—which—ow. She tried her best to recuperate, but her whole body ached. Her ankle was aflame. Her dagger had clattered far away.

"My books!" Mnemosyne cried. "I had them organized perfectly! You couldn't have landed elsewhere?!"

Okay, now Silviana was getting pissed off.

"Next time," she grunted, "I'll keep it in mind."

Mnemosyne tried to have next time pretty soon. She used her divine powers to make the raise all the fallen books in the air, directing them towards Silviana. Then, she sent the books flying forward.

Silviana probably would've been killed by the force of the books if it wasn't for her panicked reaction of throwing her arms up to shield her face. She'd accidentally pulled the ivy to strengthen and cover her body, like a shield.

She heard the mass of books pound against her wall of ivy, but Silviana remained perfectly unharmed. Well, she remained free of book suffocation. When her shock subsided, motivation found her. Mnemosyne wasn't the only one with abilities. Silviana's probably weren't as strong, but even just now had they protected her from Mnemosyne's power. That was farther than Silviana ever expected to get.

"Hiding behind your weak plants will get you nowhere!" Mnemosyne growled, and Silviana heard her voice growing closer.

She had to act again, fast. The only problem was, that Silviana couldn't be fast right now. Her ankle prevented any quick movements on her feet. Her amnesia prevented any quick thoughts in her mind. It was almost laughable that Demeter thought her the most capable of her children to complete this quest.

Then Silviana let herself dwell on it. Demeter thought her the most capable of her children to complete this quest. There had to be a reason. There had to be something Demeter saw in Silviana, that Silviana didn't see in herself.

She just had to remember.

Silviana's head whipped over to the Fountain of Memory. It was all the way at the other side of the chamber, far away from Silviana, just as Mnemosyne wanted it to be. If Silviana got over there and drank even the smallest amount, her entire past life could be restored. She could remember everything.

The question was, how to get over there without Mnemosyne destroying her first.

Suddenly, a hand swatted to destroy the wall of vines. As it moved, fog followed. Mnemosyne scowled down at her, and Silviana choked in fear.

"Told you," Mnemosyne gloated.

Silviana, in return, punched the Titan goddess of remembrance square in the jaw.

It was an instinctive reaction of her panic. She was so desperate to get away. Immediately, she tried running. Silviana cried out as a searing pain lit up in her ankle. It felt like her foot was going to give away, but she couldn't afford that right now.

Silviana ran as fast as she could towards the Fountain of Memory. She tried throwing her hand behind, summoning ivy vines from wall to wall that might hold Mnemosyne back. It wasn't much, but it was all she had to offer.

It wasn't enough.

A force was grabbing hold of Silviana's battered body. She groaned in agony. Before she knew it, she was being slammed down onto the crumbling floor, only creating more cracks beneath her body.

"Stop," Silviana begged on a gasp. "The ground—Tartarus—"

"Either way, you will die, Silviana," the goddess growled. Mnemosyne hovered above her, obscuring her vision with the dense fog. "The way you do so shouldn't be a concern to you right now."

Desperately, she shook her head. "No. No."

It was a futile attempt from Silviana, but she willed the ivy around her to rise. It began curling towards Mnemosyne, growing up through her foggy lower half and trying to latch onto her tangible parts.

Mnemosyne just laughed. "I told you these plants can't help you here, girl. Allow me to prove it."

She pinned Silviana down with her hands latched against Silviana's wrists. Silviana could feel the power radiating from just the two points of contact. She was sure Mnemosyne didn't even need to be holding her like this to keep her down—that the Titaness was just doing it to prove how insignificant Silviana was in comparison. She writhed and twisted, but to no avail.

Silviana tried manipulating the ivy again. Nothing happened. Panicked, her eyes darted to where the ancient vegetation was draped all around. She watched in horror as all the ivy began losing its color of forest green. Instead, it turned into a horrible midnight black. Silviana couldn't control it. She tried using her senses to detect any kind of plants in the room, but there was nothing anymore. It was like Mnemosyne had placed a lock on her vines, turning them into daunting nightmares that made Silviana's chest cold.

"No," she choked out. "Wait. No."

"You are nothing, Silviana." Mnemosyne grinned, pressing her down further and making her whimper. "With and without your memories, you have always been nothing. You thought you stood a chance against me?"

Silviana's eyes stung with something wet. Her wrists hurt. Her ankle burned. "I'm not—I can't—" Her throat grew tight as fear began swelling within. Anxiety ran so rampant that she couldn't even think past it. The world around was going hazy, like the fog hanging low on the ground. "Please—I'm sorry—"

"No one is coming to save you. That is the knowledge you will die with."

"Stop!" Silviana's emotions were similar to that of a hurricane. Her eyes, unbeknowest to her, began to glow a leafy green. She was losing touch of herself, of her reality. "Get OFF!"

She screamed, and suddenly there was a blast of energy throwing Mnemosyne backward. Silviana didn't mean to do it. She didn't know where it even came from. She'd just been so scared and desperate that the power came bursting out of her. Both she and Mnemosyne were consumed with shock.

Silviana didn't waste time, despite being so confused. She scrambled upwards, ignoring all the pain that made her body tremble. She was so close to the Fountain of Memory now, all she had to do was reach it.

But her leg made her so slow.

If she tried running again, the same thing would happen as before. She would get nowhere, and Mnemosyne would probably kill her this time. That wasn't a risk she could afford to take.

Anxiously, she eyed the blackened vines again. They made something churn horribly in Silviana's gut—they were unnatural, they weren't supposed to exist. They were an insult to Demeter's existence alone.

But right now, they weren't exactly useless. Silviana spotted a thicker one in particular that dangled from above. Before Mnemosyne caught her again, she locked her arms around it in a grip tighter than she had ever managed before. She didn't think about it. She just pulled her legs up and swung on the vine.

Turned out that Ivy Travel was a lot more efficient than expected. Silviana had only let out two terrified squeals before she made it to her destination. When she let go of the vine, her body collapsed weakly to the ground. Silviana grappled around to help support herself in standing up, but what she touched was much more interesting.

Her hands brushed against marble, and she turned her head to find the Fountain of Memory. It had a circular, polished basin with veins of white and gold—just like Mnemosyne's outfit. Rising from its center was a marble pillar shaped like an open book, from which gentle streams of water flowed. Each tiered level caught the water in smaller basins, with faintly carved faces around the base, as if memories were etched in stone. The misty water shimmered with a dark glow, and Mnemosyne's fog hung around.

All she had to do was stretch up and scoop one handful—

"NO!" Mnemosyne cried in anger. She was still over where Silviana had blasted her away. She must not have been able to make it over to her fountain as quickly anymore.

Mnemosyne shot out a desperate hand, using her Titanic energy to blast her own Fountain of Memory to pieces.

Silviana gasped, dread spreading throughout her.

The fountain shattered, fragments of polished marble basin spraying outward, scattering shards veined with white and gold. The marble pillar split apart, pages cracking and crumbling as the once-gentle streams of misty water burst wildly in all directions. Each tiered basin collapsed, spilling water that quickly mingled with dust and debris. The carved faces around the base fractured, their serene expressions broken into jagged shards.

Silviana had been so close to drinking from the Fountain of Memory. So close, that a few shards of marble found themselves lodging into her skin. The liquid memories splashed on top of her, dampening her body.

Immediately, the misty water seeped into her skin, taking hold.

Silviana grunted out a cry.

She felt overwhelmed in an instant. Memories crashed through her mind like a tidal wave. I can't go on a quest! Don't be stupid, we want you here. It feels like even the stars are alive. Silviana groaned, her hands clutching at her head. Each memory rushed in vividly, as though everything was happening again—sights, sounds, and emotions all flooded in with relentless intensity.

I'm not worried or panicking or freaking out about failing 'cause it's just you and me. Look, I'm sorry I snuck out of campto go on an illegal quest in the middle of the night totally unprepared. If it pleases you—I'm gonna strike your shoulder with the flat of my axe next. You two—go dance together.

Silviana's mind felt like a dizzying whirl, disorienting as fragmented scenes from different times and places blurred together. She felt every emotion as the tidal wave stirred. There were moments of joy, grief, fear, and love in rapid succession, like every part of her was being tugged in different directions. Sylvie's full name is Silviana Henriette Duvall?! Cedar, at least learn how to put the armor on. Eurydice could come back, you know. The cold makes you cranky. The stars are out.

She curled into her lap, letting out cries and grunts. The sensation was physically jarring. It felt as if her mind was expanding, stretching to make room for the pieces she'd been missing.

I wanted to give you that hair clip Hunter's bow, by the way. You know, Applejack, one of these days I'm going to stop underestimating you. How do I know which—Sylvie, stop laughing! I think I deserve a fucking thank you for raising all her kids! Just breathe with me, and we can figure out the next step together. Your father is the type of person that people can't help but fall in love with, and that's what makes you just like him.

Silviana tried breathing, listening to the voices. Her senses were blurring with the intensity, making it hard to stay coherently in the present—faces flashed, voices echoed, and long-buried sensations resurfaced, leaving her breathless.

This one's my favorite, because geraniums represent siblings. You were doing good there for a second, until you crashed the chariot and got booted. I've seen that look before, Sylvie, and that's why I'm scared for you. Sylvie, come back, it's just me and you. This is not the time for you two to be fucking idiots. Percy, are you even listening to me? Thanks for telling me anyways, even if we don't agree about him.

Everything was so disorienting, as if she was both here and there, in every memory and in the present, all at once. She gritted her teeth and squeezed at her head, desperate for something to keep her grounded.

Sylvie? I'm sorry.

She shuddered completely, heaving on a breath.

Keep your eyes open because I like them. Nice fighting with you, Applejack. You'll call me? I missed you. It's okay, Duvall, I like you, too. I won't let you fall. No one touches her! You're cute when your accent is like this.

The storm began to settle. Each memory was anchoring itself back in place, forming a complete picture of who she was. The boy's voice brought a sense of clarity and wholeness from the chaos. She was becoming whole—truly and completely herself—carrying both the weight and the fullness of every piece that was once lost.

She tried focusing more on the sound of his voice, letting it ride her through the sea of memories, but waves of nightmares were finding her at the same time as everything else.

You—you're so similar to how she... was. Just like her, when we were kids—Oh, Sylv, you're just a kid. I'm sorry I didn't stay back on Olympus. I wanted to—protect you. And I'm sorry we fought. I didn't mean to be a jerk. I loved you, really. You were my favorite... favorite sibling. Sylvie, I don't want to die. We haven't acted like kids in—in a long time. I can act like a kid with... Castor, though. I'm finally going to see him again. Soon. I'd rather it happen where he... At camp. But—I'm not going back there. You're too good for this world, you know that? It's you they need, Sylvie. It's you I've needed. It's been that way for... a while. You're gonna be fine, Henriette. It's all you now. You'll do great. You'll go far. Can you believe Sylvie killed 'em for me? Our little... Sylv. Not a joke this time. Unfortunately. I—I love you guys so much. Wish it wasn't happening—Just keep playing my guitar for me, yeah? Nobody should live without—should live without...

I'm not letting you get in the way again. You should be thanking me. You were weak, but I'm the one who showed you how to be better. Now you're great. You and me, one more time. I left because of you. What gave me the strength to leave was the knowledge that you were staying behind. I'd seen what you were becoming, and what you could finally do. I knew I could leave, because they had you. I wanted to be with Luke. I wanted—I wanted someone I could tell my stories to, just because he wanted to hear, and not because he needed comfort from a nightmare. I wanted someone who made me feel great, just by being near him. I wanted someone who loved me just as much as Orpheus loved Eurydice. Sylv, this is it. You won, fair and square. Let me go. You're not Luke. Even if you've got that... scar now. Can you let me... see it? One last time. 

I must return home. Yes, my children will avenge me. I swore I would never forgive. Neither would my children. You are my daughter? It doesn't matter what I remember! He FORGOT ME! Watch your mouth, Silviana. Yes. I remember you now. My child, the most useless demigod alive. You will prove yourself. You will suffer, and your memory will be as lost as your father's. You will know no one. Anyone who helps Rome must perish. If you would join them, you are no child of mine. You have already failed me. You are nothing. If only they could remember... then perhaps—But no. Avenge me or leave me. You are no child of mine.

I promise you know me. It's me. It's Percy. This isn't funny. Sylvie. You're Silviana Henriette Duvall. You're my girlfriend. You... You tripped me up in the strawberry fields back at camp when you saw me for the first time. You hijacked a cruise ship with me. You made fun of me for—for giving you my ripped-up jacket. You put up with me being a fucking idiot in the Labyrinth, because that's the kind of person you are. I—I was stupid for a long time, but... we are together. You even let me kiss you in front of the gods on Olympus. You gave me this ring. I'm everything to you. You're everything to me. Sylvie, I love you. With every piece of my being and soul. I love you. I really—I do love you. You don't want to hear it, but I need to know I said it.

"I love you," Sylvie choked out on a sob, "I'm sorry. Gods, Percy, I'm so sorry."

All of this happened in a matter of five, maybe six seconds. Her head pounded, her ankle still throbbed, and now tears were running down her face. The fountain still lay shattered next to her. Mnemosyne had only just started making her way back toward Sylvie.

"Percy?" Mnemosyne asked, almost scandalized. "You know no Percy! You know no one! You are unknowable to all, and unknowable to yourself!"

Sylvie stilled completely. Finally, her brain found which emotion to settle on: pure, unadulterated anger. She straightened up from herself, and her head slowly turned to glare at the Titaness through rageful tears.

"I know who I am," she declared, standing up off the ground. Halcyon had reappeared on her hand as a glove, to which she shifted into its dagger form. "I am Silviana Henriette Duvall. The most powerful child of Demeter. Blessed by Poseidon. Savior of Olympus. Hero of two Great Prophecies. Chosen to retrieve the Demeter of Knidos and destroy you. The only one who is prophesied to end Gaea. And I will."

Her eyes had started glowing a powerful green, just as they always did when she used her powers. This time, however, the scar running down her face glowed green as well. Her shoulders were pushed back. Her dagger was at the ready. Her gaze was dark.

Mnemosyne cried out in frustration. "Wh—I destroyed the Fountain of Memory before you were able to drink from it!"

Sylvie grinned cruelly. "For the Titaness of memory, you really are an idiot. I'd explained to you what happened, but I'm too afraid you just wouldn't understand."

"YOU INSOLENT GIRL!" she screeched. Her voice was nowhere near harmonious anymore. "I can kill you with a flick of my hand!"

"I'll allow you to prove it."

As Mnemosyne charged for her, vines were conjured from Sylvie's dagger. These weren't black and wretched, like Mnemosyne's. They were the same color glowing from Sylvie's eyes. They curled around her arm like a sleeve.

Mnemosyne struck for her side, but Sylvie hacked down and blocked it. Power strengthened through her, helping push Sylvie past her pain and daze.

"What is this?!" Mnemosyne cried.

"Me taking back that stupid statue," Sylvie grunted. Her breathing was unstable, but still, she fought on. She'd known from the beginning that Mnemosyne was more powerful than her, though now was the first time that she'd ever thought about how unfair that was.

This Titaness had been tormenting Sylvie's siblings for ages. She'd taken their memories, rendered them defenseless, and killed them cruelly. She'd turned all fragments of who they were into nothing but another page in a short story.

Sylvie couldn't let that happen anymore. She would be the last of many.

She swung her dagger at Mnemosyne again to block a throw sent Sylvie's way. This time, however, Sylvie caught Mnemosyne by the arm. She narrowed her eyes, and concentrated on root-like power in her veins. The vine around her arm felt nurtured, as if the fountain's water had soaked through her skin and watered the earth within her.

The veins not only curled around Sylvie's arm, but they started growing around Mnemosyne's as well. Sylvie focused on more than just her chlorokinesis now. She knew the misty water was inside of her. She just had to give it power.

A look of confusion grew on Mnemosyne's face. She was so clueless that she paused in her struggle for a moment, blinking. "I'm—I'm confused. What..."

"Don't recognize your own game?" Sylvie asked, making direct eye contact. Leafy green on misty grey. The Titan goddess before her came to a realization.

"You... No."

"You really shouldn't have shattered that fountain right next to me."

Mnemosyne shoved hard, and Sylvie flew back. Her leg flared with pain. She got tangled in black ivy, and slashed wildly at the vines with her dagger as Mnemosyne floated toward her.

Sylvie managed to cut the strand and roll to the side, but Mnemosyne had made it over just as she did.

She shot out her arm, conjuring a thick green vine to wrap around Mnemosyne's waist and yank her down to the ground with her. Sylvie moved quickly, putting both legs over Mnemosyne's body and stabbing her dagger into Mnemosyne's chest.

Mnemosyne cried out. Sylvie didn't care. 

Her ivy vines continued growing, pumped with the memory liquid of Mnemosyne's destroyed Fountain of Memory. Sylvie used all of her remaining power to make the plants curl around the Titaness's divine skin.

Just as easily as I help provide knowledge, I can just as easily take it away! Mnemosyne had told her, before they even started fighting.

So just as easily as Sylvie was able to grow healthy plants, she just as easily turned the vines into something worse. They began leaching from Mnemosyne, where they touched the Titan goddess. Mnemosyne roared and started writhing, but Sylvie only made the chlorokinesis hold thicker.

Just a few more seconds.

The vines mixed with the liquid memory, turning them into a special poison created by Sylvie herself. It started absorbing the essence of Mnemosyne and who she was. Sylvie could feel it. This wasn't her veins turning into roots upon the will of her power. This was a transfer of Mnemosyne's power. It pumped through Sylvie, fueling her further.

"STOP IT!" screamed Mnemosyne.

The Titaness herself willed her own vines to grow. The black ivy started growing towards Sylvie, a desperate last attempt to end what Sylvie was doing. Still, she didn't stop. The green plants kept holding Mnemosyne to the floor.

"Stop what?" Sylvie taunted.

"I—!" Mnemosyne let out a startled breath. "I don't remember."

Sylvie grinned, past the pain and exhaustion. Her power couldn't go any further. Her body was aflame with agony. She was lucky that the transferrence was over, because she wouldn't have been able to keep doing it if she needed to.

"You don't remember anything, do you?"

Mnemosyne blinked, clueless. Sylvie started forcing her vines to recede from Mnemosyne's body. She dislodged her dagger—She needed to get away from the Titaness. Strands of black ivy were still growing, like they had minds of their own. They seemed to be stretching near Mnemosyne herself, but Sylvie couldn't be too sure. She scooted away.

The Titaness sat up, confused as to why Sylvie was backing up. "I don't," she said. "Who... Who are you? No. Who am I?"

Sylvie would've cheered in ecstasy if she hadn't been so dazed in her pain. She couldn't believe she'd managed this act of power.

See, with the remaining misty water that was slowly fading inside Sylvie's body, she'd latched onto it with her chlorokinesis. She'd created a kind of poison in her plants—one that absorbed Mnemosyne of all her powers. One that transferred all of Mnemosyne's powers to Sylvie herself. She robbed Mnemosyne of everything that made Mnemosyne herself, leaving nothing behind except for the Titan goddess's divinity. Of course, she was still a Titaness, but now she wasn't the Titaness of anything.

It was Sylvie who now harbored Mnemosyne's memory abilities. She had rendered the ancient Titan goddess of memory into a titleless amnesiac.

"Your name is..." Sylvie's voice wavered, her mind flickered through the most optimal answer in this situation, "uh, Nemo. You're a Titaness."

"A... Titaness?" Mnemosyne tilted her head.

"Y-Yeah. A Titan goddess."

"Am I really?"

"Sure," she answered. "And I'm Sylvie. I'm your... friend."

Mnemosyne was pulling her brows together, like she still couldn't piece together how this all made sense. It was a little annoying. Had Sylvie been like this? "You and I... we are friends?"

But Sylvie never got the opportunity to answer. In unison, Sylvie and Mnemosyne were attacked with the vines of black ivy.

Sylvie realized her best efforts had not been enough. She wouldn't make it out of here. Mnemosyne's unruly creations would kill her at the feet of her mother's statue.

Percy, she thought, I'm sorry.

At that moment, the chamber groaned, and the cavern ceiling exploded in a blast of fiery light.

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BAILEY YAPS...

UMM???

OKAY DARK SYLVIE DUVALL IS KIND OF TERRIFYING?? SHE JUST WENT ODYSSEUS IN SIX HUNDRED STRIKE IYKYK... EVOLVED INTO A NEW FORM EVEN...

That was. A lot. I'm still like. Y'all she just did that. She beat an ancient Titan goddess by the way. By stealing the powers of Mnemosyne's role by making her vines turn poisonous and giving the powers to herself instead. Like Mnemosyne is still a Titaness but she's not  Titaness of ANYTHING.

Chapter title derived from my lovely wife Via Aqumcnti's ideas and wishes. I miss her and think of her every day. 

Okay this chapter was awesome but we all know what comes next so heh I'm kind of sweating but heh um yeah someone hold my hand