CHAPTER SIXTY

₊˚࿐࿔ 𖥧‧₊⚘ ❀༉. 𓏲｡

Two years ago, Sylvie had five siblings. In the winter, just for a couple weeks there, she had Eurydice, Katie, Florian, Miranda, and Cedar.

One year ago, Sylvie had four siblings. She lost Eurydice to something worse than death, and then she had Katie, Florian, Miranda, and Cedar.

A couple hours ago, Sylvie lost another sibling. Now she only had Katie, Miranda, and Cedar.

Maybe it wasn't a couple of hours ago. Maybe it was a few minutes ago, actually. Sylvie had no clue. There was no way to count time when her big brother's dead corpse was right in front of her, covered by his own shroud that he'd made himself, just in case.

That fucker, Sylvie thought. She knew he'd probably done it because he wanted his shroud to actually be good-looking if he did die. Everything just the way he liked it, even in death. There was so much irony to that now, because nothing seemed to be the way Sylvie liked it.

Her dad was slowly forgetting her. Eurydice betrayed her. Florian was dead. Percy was probably by Rachel. Her entire right arm flared up in pain. The right side of her face was now gauged in an unruly cut that looked exactly like Luke Castellan's. She hadn't treated it, and wouldn't try to, so now her face would be forever scarred to look just like his. Hideous.

Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe Eurydice would want to be her sister again when she saw how Sylvie looked. Maybe Sylvie could have four siblings again.

Sometime after—again, Sylvie clearly didn't know when—Percy, Annabeth, and Grover came to visit Mount Olympus in its current depressing state. No fires lit the braziers. The windows were dark. The streets were deserted and the doors were barred. The only movement was in the parks, which had been set up as field hospitals. Will Solace, the other Apollo campers, and Cedar scrambled around, caring for the wounded. Naiads and dryads tried to help, using nature magic songs to heal burns and poison.

Grover went to plant a laurel sapling, as the old satyr Leneus had died in battle. Annabeth went around trying to cheer up the wounded—Phoenix was over there, sporting a horrible leg injury from fighting so hard; Will said something about a permanent limp, and Mickey was so worried that she was still crying. She hadn't stopped since Silena's death.

Percy spotted Sylvie, and carefully walked up behind her. His face screwed up in pain when he recognized the figure Sylvie kneeled over—though she didn't know how, because Florian's body was so ripped apart. To Sylvie, it didn't look like him at all.

"Sylv," he whispered softly, catching her attention.

"I—I'm fine," Sylvie said shortly. She wiped at her face, blood and tears smearing together, and stood up. "I'm fine, he's... It's fine."

Percy's eyes only grew sadder. Even if he did believe the words she spoke, Sylvie's quivering figure was enough to betray her lie.

He stepped forward and encased his arms around her in a hug. She froze completely at the sudden embrace, standing still.

"I'm," Sylvie's breath shuddered, just like Florian's had in his last moments. "I'm fine."

"Okay," Percy said, hand smoothing up and down her back.

"I can do this," she said weakly.

"I know you can."

He held her firmly, but in a way that kept all of Sylvie's broken pieces together. If it wasn't for Percy keeping her in his arms here, she would either be keeling over or shattering all together. He was the protection in the middle of the earthquake. He was the calming water meeting the shore and nurturing the dying plants.

Sylvie was just as weak for him as she was strong. She caved, her defenses falling, and her arms moved to wrap around his neck. His continued holding her waist. Neither of them spoke, and they didn't need to.

The two of them stayed like that until Sylvie's body wasn't shaking anymore.

"It's gonna be okay," Percy murmured to her. He pulled away, but kept his hand holding where Sylvie anxiously fidgeted with her glove. "One day. It will be."

One day, Sylvie hoped she could believe him.

Sylvie joined up with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover to follow what they were going to do. It wasn't the first time was added to them late. Once upon a time, Sylvie was just a quest acquaintance to their little trio. She hadn't expected much to come out of it. But now, here she was, a late addition but still just as important. The thought was almost nice enough to silence the grief that roared in her ears.

The four of them kept walking toward the palace. That was where Kronos would head. Sylvie felt guilty leaving Florian behind, but she had to accept there wasn't anything she could do for him now—except to keep fighting and ensure his death wasn't for nothing.

As soon as Kronos made it up the elevator—and Sylvie had no doubt he would, one way or another—he would destroy the throne room, the center of the gods' power.

The bronze doors creaked open. Their footsteps echoed on the marble floor. The constellations twinkled coldly on the ceiling of the great hall. The hearth was down to a dull red glow. Hestia, in the form of a little girl in brown robes, hunched at its edge, shivering. The Ophiotaurus swam sadly in his sphere of water. He let out a half-hearted moo when he saw them.

In the firelight, the thrones cast evil-looking shadows, like grasping hands.

Standing at the foot of Zeus's throne, looking up at the stars, was Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She was holding a Greek ceramic vase.

"Rachel?" Percy said. "Um, what are you doing with that?"

She focused on Percy as if she were coming out of a dream. Sylvie didn't even have the energy to feel jealous over her, anymore. She didn't have the energy to feel anything except longing for her big brother. Her feelings about Percy and Rachel seemed so insignificant now. Sylvie didn't care.

"I fount it," Rachel answered. "It's Pandora's jar, isn't it?"

Her eyes were brighter than usual, and it irked Sylvie to her core. It almost made her think of her father.

"Please put down the jar," Percy said.

"I can see Hope inside it." Rachel ran her fingers over the ceramic designs. "So fragile."

"Rachel."

Percy's voice seemed to bring her back to reality. She held out the jar, and Percy took it.

"Grover," Annabeth mumbled. "Let's scout around the palace. Maybe we can find some extra Greek fire or Hephaestus traps."

"But—"

Annabeth elbowed him.

"Right!" he yelped. "I love traps!"

She dragged him out of the throne room. Sylvie didn't grin like she would have. Florian was still dead, and it served as a reminder how pointless laughing without him was.

Over by the fire, Hestia was huddled in her robes, rocking back and forth.

"Come on," Percy told Rachel. "I want you to meet someone."

He dragged Sylvie along, and the three of them sat next to the goddess.

"Lady Hestia," Percy said. Sylvie at least had the nerve to bow her head slightly.

"Hello, Percy Jackson," the goddess murmured. "Getting colder. Harder to keep the fire going."

"I know," Percy said. "The Titans are near."

Sylvie wanted to whimper right there and give in completely. Let Kronos take over Olympus. What was the point? He would just do it anyways. This way they could save more lives. Maybe if they gave up, Sylvie didn't have to lose anyone else.

Hestia eyed Sylvie sadly, like she could read Sylvie's thoughts, then focused on Rachel. "Hello, my dear. You've come to our hearth at last."

Rachel blinked. "You've been expecting me?"

Hesita held out her hands, and the coals flowed. Sylvie saw images in the fire: Sylvie and her father harvesting crops in the farm fields; that last good day of breakfast between Sylvie and her Demeter siblings; Sylvie and her friends around the campfire at Camp Half-Blood, singing songs and roasting marshmallows; Percy kissing her at Mount St. Helens.

Sylvie didn't know if Percy and Rachel saw the same images, but the tension went out of their shoulders. Sylvie realized the same happened with herself. The warmth of the fire seemed to spread across her.

"To claim your place at the hearth," Hestia told Rachel, "you must let go of your distractions. It is the only way to survive."

Rachel nodded. "I... I understand."

"Wait," Sylvie finally spoke. "What is she talking about?"

Rachel took a shaky breath. "Sylvie, you need to know this. When I came here, it wasn't for Percy. Well—I thought it was. But not like that."

"Hold on. Now I'm a distraction?" Percy protested.

"Percy, seriously?" Rachel said. "I can't put it into words. I was drawn to you because... because you opened the door to all of this." She gestured at the thrown room. "I needed to understand my true sight. That's it. Nothing more."

"I'm..." Percy let out a breath of relief, surprising Sylvie. "Yeah. That's good. I'm glad."

Rachel smiled fondly at him, but Sylvie realized now that there hadn't ever really been meaning to it. "Yeah, I bet you would be," Rachel looked from Percy to Sylvie.

"So... what," Sylvie said. "'Thanks, Percy, for bringing me to Olympus. See ya.' Is that what you're saying?"

She thought it would end a lot more complicated than that, but Rachel just stared at the fire.

"Sylvie Duvall," Hestia said. "Rachel has told you all she can. Her moment is coming soon, but your decision approaches even more rapidly. Are you prepared?"

Sylvie had no idea what Hestia was talking about, not in the slightest. Even so, she was sure that no. She wasn't even close to prepared.

She even felt an urge to tell Percy to open Pandora's jar. Hope seemed pretty useless to her right now. So many of her friends were dead. Florian was dead. She still didn't know exactly where she stood with Percy. Her father was losing himself in an institution somewhere in Texas. A monster army surrounded the building. Olympus was on the verge of falling. Sylvie's entire body was in pain.

Then Sylvie looked at Hestia. Her red eyes glowed warmly. Sylvie remembered the images she'd seen in her hearth—Percy, friends, and family. Everyone she cared about.

She felt someone slip their hand into hers. She heard footsteps. Annabeth and Grover came back into the throne room and stopped when they saw the group by the hearth. Sylvie probably had a pretty strange look on her face.

"Sylvie?" Annabeth sounded concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Should we, um, leave again?" Grover asked.

Sylvie didn't want them to, but it wasn't her choice to make. She looked to Percy. Whatever he did here now, would mean a lot for their relationship in the future to come.

Percy looked at Rachel like he understood Sylvie's thoughts. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"

"You're worried about me doing something stupid?" Rachel deadpanned.

"But I mean..." he sighed. "Stay safe out there, Dare. You've been a good friend."

Sylvie managed a faint smile.

Percy picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container.

"Hestia," he said. "I give this to you as an offering."

The goddess tilted her head. "I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this?"

"You're the last Olympian," Percy said. "And the most important."

"And why is that, Percy Jackson?"

"Because Hope survives best at the hearth," he answered. "Gaurd it for me, and I won't be tempted to give it up again."

The goddess smiled. She took the jar in her hands, and it began to glow. The hearth fire burned a little brighter.

"Well done, Percy Jackson," she said. "May the gods bless you."

"We're about to find out." Percy looked at Sylvie, Annabeth, and Grover. "Come on, guys."

Sylvie raised a healthy hand back at Rachel. "See you later, Red."

Following Percy, Sylvie watched him march toward his father's throne.

The seat of Poseidon stood just to the right of Zeus's, but it wasn't nearly as grand. The molded black leather seat was attached to a swivel pedestal, with a couple of iron rings on the side for fastening a fishing pole (or a trident). Basically it looked like a chair on a deep-sea boat, that you would sit in if you wanted to hunt shark or marlin or sea monsters.

"Help me up," Percy told Sylvie, Annabeth, and Grover.

"Are you crazy?" Sylvie asked.

"Probably."

"Percy," Annabeth said, "the gods really don't appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don't appreciate it."

"I need to get his attention," Percy said. "It's the only way."

"Well," Grover said, "this'll get his attention."

Gods in their natural state are about twenty feet, so Percy could just reach the edge of the seat if he stretched his arms. His three friends linked their arms to make a step, then boosted Percy onto the throne. He looked like a baby with his feet so high off the ground.

Sylvie, Annabeth, and Grover stepped away. They loved Percy, but not enough to be found with him near Poseidon's throne.

The throne rumbled and Percy was pulled into a trance. He sat up so straight and stiff, gasped in a sharp breath, and stretched his neck up a little. Sylvie shared concerned looks with her friends. He was already growing really pale.

"This was a bad idea, right?" Sylvie asked. "It's not just me?"

"Oh, this is a horrible idea," agreed Annabeth.

"At least he's Poseidon's favorite son?" Grover said. The floor shook again. "I think..."

Sylvie wouldn't bet too highly on that. Not only was Percy faint and dazed, but now he'd started smoking. It started off small at first, until the gray steam had become painstakingly noticeable to the trio. Sylvie yearned to pull him away to safety, though she had a feeling that would only make things worse.

"He's not supposed to be doing that," Grover commented.

"Thanks, Grover," Annabeth grumbled. "I thought he was."

They waited a few more anxiety-ridden moments. Then, finally, Percy gasped again. This time, his eyes returned to their focused sea-green. He hopped off of Poseidon's throne, stumbling to try and catch his footing again.

"Are you okay?" Grover studied him nervously. "You turned pale and... you started smoking."

"I did not!" Percy protested, but Sylvie gestured incredulously towards him. Steam was curling off his shirtsleeves. The hair on his arms was singed. "Oh."

"If you'd sat there any longer," Annabeth said, "you would've spontaneously combusted."

Percy blinked at Annabeth. Then he smirked at Sylvie.

"Were you worried about me, Applejack?"

Sylvie restrained a grin and rolled her eyes. She shoved him away from Poseidon's throne. "Shut up, Fishstick. I hope the conversation with your dad was about you being an idiot."

Moo, said the Ophiotaurus in his sphere of water.

"We'll find out soon," Percy said.

Just then the doors of the throne room swung open. Thalia marched in. Her bow was snapped in half and her quiver was empty.

"You've got to get down there," she told them. "The enemy is advancing. And Kronos is leading them."

╰━━━ ◦ ❀ ◦ ❀◦ ━━━╯

By the time they got to the street, it was too late.

Campers and Hunters lay wounded on the ground. Clarisse must've lost a fight with a Hyperborean giant, because she and her chariot were frozen in a block of ice. The centaurs were nowhere to be seen. Either they panicked and ran, or they'd been disintegrated.

The Titan army ringed the building, standing maybe twenty feet from the doors. Kronos's vanguard was in the lead: Eurydice Arandel, Ethan Nakamura, a dracaena queen in green armor, and two Hyperboreans. Kronos himself stood in front with his scythe in hand.

The only thing standing in his way was...

"Chiron," Annabeth said, her voice trembling.

If Chiron heard, he didn't answer. He had an arrow notched, aimed straight at Kronos's face.

As soon as Kronos saw Percy, his gold eyes flared. Eurydice saw Sylvie, and her body shook with what either could have been relief or rage. Every muscle in Sylvie's body froze.

"Step aside, little son," Kronos put his attention back on Chiron.

Hearing Luke call Chiron his son was weird enough, but Kronos put contempt in his voice, like son was the worst word he could think of.

"I'm afraid not." Chiron's tone was steely calm, the way he got when he was really angry.

Sylvie tried to move, but her feet felt like concrete. Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia were straining too, like they were just as stuck.

"Chiron!" Sylvie said. "Look out!"

The dracaena queen became impatient and charged. Chiron's arrow flew straight between her eyes and she vaporized on the spot, her empty armor clattering to the asphalt.

Chiron reached for another arrow, but his quiver was empty. He dropped the bow and drew his sword. Sylvie knew he hated fighting with a sword. It was never his favorite weapon.

Kronos chuckled. He advanced a step, and Chiron's horse-half skittered nervously. His tail flicked back and forth.

"You're a teacher," Kronos sneered. "Not a hero."

"Luke was a hero," Chiron said. "He was a good one, until you corrupted him."

"FOOL!" Kronos's voice shook the city. "You filled his head with empty promises. You said the gods cared about me!"

"Me," Chiron notced. "You said me."

Kronos looked confused, and in that moment, Chiron struck. It was a good maneuver—a feint followed by a strike to the face. But Kronos was quick. He had all of Luke's fighting skill, which was a lot. He knocked aside Chiron's blade and yelled, "BACK!"

A blinding white light exploded between the Titan and the centaur. Chiron flew into the side of the building with such force the wall crumbled and collapsed on top of him.

"NO!" Annabeth wailed. The freezing spell broke. They ran toward their teacher, but there was no sign of him. Sylvie tried using her powers to clear the area of the bricks, but they weren't able to manipulate rock. Percy and Thalia pulled helplessly at the stone while a ripple of ugly laughter ran through the Titan's army.

"YOU!" Annabeth turned on Luke. "To think that I... that I thought—"

She drew her knife.

"Annabeth, don't." Sylvie tried to take her arm, but she shook Sylvie off.

Annabeth attacked Kronos, and his smug smile faded. Perhaps some part of Luke remembered that he used to like this girl, used to take care of her when she was little. She plunged her knife between the straps of his armor, right at his collarbone. The blade should've sunk into his chest. Instead it bounced off. Eurydice kicked her away to protect Luke, and Annabeth fell over.

"Fuck you, Eurydice!" Sylvie cried. She yanked Annabeth back as Kronos swung his scythe, slicing the air where Annabeth had been standing. "You should've died instead of him! This is YOUR FAULT!"

"Died instead of who?" Eurydice's voice cracked.

"SHUT UP! I HATE you! I hate you BOTH!" Annabeth screamed, fighting against Sylvie so hard that she dislocated Sylvie's bad shoulder. Sylvie cried out and Percy took over for her.

"I have to fight him," Percy told Annabeth.

"This is my fight too, Percy!"

Kronos laughed. "So much spirit in these two girls. I can see why Luke and Eurydice wanted to spare you both. Unfortunately, that won't be possible."

He raised his scythe. Percy got ready to defend Sylvie and Annabeth, but before Kronos could strike, a dog's howl pierced the air somewhere behind the Titan's army. "Arroooooooo!"

Hope in his voice, Percy called, "Mrs. O'Leary?"

The enemy forces stirred uneasily. Then the strangest thing happened. They began to part, clearing a path through the street like something behind them was forcing them to.

Soon there was a free aisle down the center of Fifth Avenue. Standing at the end of the block was Mrs. O'Leary and a small figure in black armor.

"Nico?" Sylvie called.

"ROWWF!" Mrs. O'Leary bounded toward Percy, ignoring the growling monsters on either side. Nico di Angelo strode forward. The enemy army fell back before him like he radiated death, which of course he did.

Through the face guard of his skull-shaped helmet, he smiled at Sylvie. "Heard you needed help. Is it too late to join the party?"

"Son of Hades." Kronos spit on the ground. "Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?"

"Your death," Nico said, "would be great for me."

"I'm immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live."

Nico drew his sword—three feet of wicked sharp Stygian iron, black as a nightmare. "I don't agree."

The ground rumbled. Cracks appeared in the road, the sidewalks, the sides of the buildings. Skeletal hands grasped the air as the dead clawed their way into the world of the living. There were thousands of them, and as they emerged, the Titan's monsters got jumpy and started to back up.

"HOLD YOUR GROUND!" Kronos demanded. "The dead are no match for us!"

The sky turned dark and cold. Shadows thickened. A harsh war horn sounded, and as the dead soliders formed up ranks with their guns and swords and spears, an enormous chariot roared down Fifth Avenue. It came to a stop next to Nico. The horses were living shadows, fashioned from darkness. The chariot was inlaid with obsidian and gold, decorated with scenes of painful death. Holding the reins was Hades himself, Lord of the Dead, with Sylvie's mother Demeter and Sylvie's half-sister Persephone riding behind him.

Hades wore black armor and a cloak the color fresh blood. On top of his pale head was the helm of darkness: a crown that radiated pure terror. It changed shape as Sylvie watched—from a dragon's head to a circle of black flames to a wreath of human bones. But that wasn't the scary part. The helm reached into Sylvie's mind and ignited her worst nightmares, her most secret fears. Sylvie wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, and she could tell the enemy army felt the same way. Only Kronos's power and authority kept his ranks from fleeing.

Hades smiled coldly. "Hello, Father. You're looking... young."

"Hades," Kronos growled. "I hope you and the ladies have come to pledge your allegiance."

"I'm afraid not." Hades sighed. "My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies." He glanced at Percy with distaste. "As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on—it is that you were a TERRIBLE father."

"True," muttered Demeter. "No appreciation of agriculture."

"Mother!" Persephone complained as Sylvie gaped incredulously at Demeter.

Hades drew his sword, a double-edged Stygian blade etched with silver. "Now fight me! For today the House of Hades will be called the saviors of Olympus!"

"I don't have time for this," Kronos snarled.

He struck the ground with his scythe. A crack spread in both directions, circling the Empire State Building. A wall of force shimmered along the fissure line, separating Kronos's vanguard, Sylvie's friends, and Sylvie from the bulk of the two armies.

"What's he doing?" Sylvie muttered.

"Sealing us in," Thalia said. "He's collapsing the magic barriers around Manhattan—cutting off just the building, and us."

Sure enough, outside the barrier, car engines revved to life. Pedestrians and zombies all around them. No telling what they saw through the Mist, but Sylvie was sure it was plenty scary. Car doors opened. And at the end of the block, Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis got out of their Prius.

"No," Percy said. "Don't..."

Sylvie knew Percy's mother could see through the Mist. She could tell from Sally's expression that Sally understood how serious things were. Sylvie hoped she had the sense to run. But she must've locked eyes with Percy, because her and Paul ran straight toward them.

Percy had to squeeze Sylvie's arm hard in order not to call out. It was unlucky for Sylvie, though, because he'd accidentally yanked her wounded-and-now-dislocated arm. Sylvie winced, and Percy almost looked more miserable.

Fortunately, Hades caused a distraction. He charged at the wall of force, but his chariot crashed against it and overturned. He got to his feet, cursing, and blasted the wall with black energy. The barrier held.

"ATTACK!" he roared.

The armies of the dead clashed with the Titan's monsters. Fifth Avenue exploded into absolute chaos. Mortals screamed and ran for cover. Demeter waved her hand and an entire column of giants turned into a wheat field. Persephone changed the dracaenae's spears into sunflowers. Nico slashed and hacked his way through the enemy, trying to protect the pedestrians as best he could. Percy's parents ran toward them, dodging monsters and zombies, but there was nothing they could do to help the mortal duo.

"Eurydice. Nakamura," Kronos said. "Attend me. Giants—deal with them."

He pointed at Sylvie and her friends. Then he ducked into the lobby.

For a second Sylvie was stunned. She had been expecting a fight, a big final battle, but Kronos completely ignored them like they weren't worth the trouble. Eurydice just followed him, completely oblivious about Florian's death. Untouched by it. That made Sylvie mad.

The first Hyperborean giant smashed at Percy with his club. Percy rolled between his legs, and while the Hyperborean looked behind himself to find Percy, Annabeth attacked from in front and stabbed her knife into him. He shattered into a pile of ice shards. The second giant breathed frost at Sylvie, who was barely able to stand, but Grover pulled her out of the way while Thalia went to work. She sprinted up the giant's back like a gazelle, sliced her hunting knives across the monstrous blue neck, and created the world's largest headless ice sculpture.

Sylvie glanced outside the magic barrier. Nico was fighting his way toward Sally and Paul, but they weren't waiting for help. Paul grabbed a sword from a fallen hero and did a pretty fine job keeping a dracaenae busy. He stabbed her in the gut and she disintegrated.

"Paul?" Percy said in amazement.

He turned toward Percy and grinned. "I hope that was a monster I just killed. I was a Shakespearian actor in college! Picked up a little swordplay!"

Sylvie couldn't help but admire the mere mortal for his bravery, but her hope was cut short when a Laistrygonian giant charged towards Sally Jackson. She was rummaging around in an abandoned police car—maybe looking for the emergency radio—and her back was turned.

"Mom!" Percy yelled, as Sylvie shouted, "Ms. Jackson!"

She whirled when the monster was almost on top of her. Sylvie thought the thing in Sally's hands was an umbrella until she cranked the pump and the shotgun blast blew the giant twenty feet backward, right into Nico's sword.

"Nice one," Paul said.

"When did you learn how to fire a shotgun?" Percy demanded.

Sally blew the hair out of her face, making Sylvie wonder if she chose the wrong Jackson. "About two seconds ago. Percy, we'll be fine. Go!"

"Yes," Nico agreed, "we'll handle the army. You have to get Kronos!"

"Come on, Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth said. Percy nodded. Sylvie forced herself not to quiver in fear and follow along with her friends.

"Mrs. O'Leary," Percy said before they left. "Please, Chiron's under there. If anyone can dig him out, you can. Find him! Help him!"

She bounded to the rubble pile on the side of the building. Sylvie, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia raced for the elevators.

╰━━━ ◦ ❀ ◦ ❀◦ ━━━╯

BAILEY YAPS...

Hey y'all...

Day 1 without Florian Whitlock me personally I'm doing quite horrible. He was my favorite oc after Sylvie and now I'm actually depressed

Don't ask me why I did it idek why

And Phoenix getting wounded so bad Will said he has a permanent limp???

And Mickey not stopping her crying once???

My ass said no breaks for the Wildflowers ocs omfg

At least Mickey has a man like Phoenix, I kind of need what they have rn

I'd say the same with Persylv but they both need a tender hug and a break. So. I gave them a tender hug and a slight break at the beginning. If that means anything to you.

"I'm. I'm fine." "Okay." "I can do this." "I know you can."