Nobody spoke. Probably because none of them had the words. There were no words.
Mari wasn't sure how long they ran for. A long time. The only thought in her head as she followed the others had been that they all needed to put as much distance between themselves and Lu-Kronos as possible. It was Rachel who stopped them, unable to carry on. They halted in the middle of a corridor, and it was like some kind of horrible wave came crashing down, as the reality of what they'd all just seen truly began to sink in.
Annabeth was the first to react. She collapsed to the ground, head in her hands, and wept. Mari knelt next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder but Annabeth shrugged it away with a sob.
Mari sat back. She thought back on what she'd said to Luke when Daedalintus brought her to him, about him giving up everything because he was too scared to admit he'd made a horrible mistake. She hadn't expected him to take it so literally. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to hate Luke for what he'd done, but she just felt empty. Like she'd been cheated. Because Luke was gone. Mari had all this rage, at what Luke had done to her, to Mason, to Annabeth, to everyone at camp, to the entire world if Kronos won, but she didn't have anywhere to put it anymore. She couldn't be angry at an empty husk.
Then she felt scared. Because Luke had been bad enough on his own, but at least there was hope that he could be defeated. How were they meant to stand a chance against Kronos?!
Annabeth looked up. Her eyes were glassy. "What... what was wrong with Luke? What did they do to him?"
Annabeth knew. Annabeth had been there, she'd seen it. She was smarter than all of them, she'd have put together the dots. But maybe she just needed to hear someone else say it. Mari opened her mouth. Then she closed it again. She couldn't get the words out.
"He's gone. He gave himself over to Kronos," Percy said, voice soft. "I'm sorry, Annabeth, but Luke is..."
"No!" Annabeth said. "You saw when Rachel hit him. He was - just for a second -"
"Yeah," Percy agreed, turning to Rachel. "You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush."
"It was the only thing I had." Rachel's face went as red as her hair.
"But you saw!" Annabeth's voice broke. "When it hit him, just for a second, he was dazed. He came back to his senses."
Mari wanted to say that Luke had never had any senses to come back to, but it didn't seem like the time. Percy spoke instead. "So maybe Kronos wasn't completely settled in the body, or whatever. It doesn't mean that Luke was in control."
"You want him to be evil, is that it?" Annabeth asked. "You didn't know him before, Percy. I did!"
So did I, Mari thought. I wasn't a fan. But the Luke who had kidnapped her and the Luke who looked after Annabeth with Thalia when she was little... Mari couldn't mash the two together in her head. It was like play dough. The Luke Annabeth and Thalia knew was a pot of fresh play dough, without any other colours mixed in. The Luke that existed now was evil play dough, full of dried up bits, and someone had put a worm inside it as a stupid joke. If she tried to mix the two, the dried up parts wouldn't fuse with the fresh stuff and the worm would probably eat through half. Huh, maybe that was a useful way to think of Kronos. Right now, he was like a really bad tapeworm.
"Maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought," Mari suggested.
"What, and you did?" Annabeth cried. "You were at camp for two weeks before he- when you first met him!"
I only knew Mason for two weeks, too, Mari thought. I still understood him. Or I thought I did.
"What is it with you?" Percy asked. "Why do you keep defending him?"
"Hey!" Rachel interrupted. She'd been sat on the other wall with Nico. Mari couldn't imagine either of them felt the most comfortable with this - neither of them had even met Luke until six hours ago. Gods, had everything really happened in less than half a day?
Rachel continued. "Knock it off. We have other things to worry about."
"Stay out of it, mortal girl!" Annabeth snarled. Whatever miniscule progress she'd made with the redhead had clearly been flushed down the drain. "If it wasn't for you..."
Annabeth broke down into sobs again. This time, she let Mari squeeze her shoulder but it didn't seem to give her much comfort. Mari wasn't sure how long Annabeth cried. The rest of them sat around her as she sobbed, in a heavy silence.
Nico was the one who broke it.
"We have to keep moving," he said. "He'll send more monsters after us."
They stood up and started walking again. None of them asked Rachel, or even Mari, for directions. They just walked the same way they had before - away from Kronos. After a little while, they turned into a natural cave, stalactites covering the ceiling, and they had to be more careful not to fall as they went. Nico hung back, falling into step alongside Mari.
"Your brother," Nico whispered. "The one you talked about at the Triple G Ranch. He's... gone, isn't he?"
Mari startled. She looked ahead, but the others weren't paying attention. Percy and Annabeth were walking side by side, not talking, and Annabeth had her arms crossed. Rachel was behind them, looking like there were a thousand other places she'd rather be. Mari looked back at Nico, nodding.
"I... I think he died a very long time ago."
"I'm sorry."
"Be sorry for him, not me, I don't deserve it."
"You said that he was allied with Luke."
Nico didn't try to refute her statement but he didn't agree with it, either.
"That isn't good. My father won't look kindly on it and neither will the judges of the dead. It means he's probably looking at a one-way ticket to the fields of punishment. You know that, right?"
"I was trying not to think about it." Mari scowled.
"Oh," said Nico. "Well, there might be a way I can help you. Help him, too."
Mari froze mid-step, her heart pounding. Nico hastened to continue, shaking his head. "I can't bring him back, don't get your hopes up! The dead have to stay where they are. I kind of just learnt that, the hard way."
"I don't want you to bring him back," Mari said. The words were just as surprising to her as they seemed relieving to Nico. Mari realised something. She didn't think she'd ever be able to forgive herself for what she'd done to Mason, but a part of her couldn't help but feel relieved that he was gone. Mari's gut clenched. How could she think that? How dare she think that? She'd killed Mason. What kind of awful person killed her own brother and then wanted him to stay that way? What was wrong with her? She gulped. "I just... I don't want him to suffer down there. He's suffered enough."
"That I can do something about," Nico told her. "Maybe. I don't know if it would work, but my Dad is technically in charge of the judges of the dead. He can overrule their decisions, if he has reason to do so. I don't know if it would work, but I can ask him to go easy on your brother, if you want."
"I want!" Mari nodded. "I want!"
"Okay," Nico agreed. "I'll try. But you do know there's no way he's ever getting into Elysium, right?"
"I know." Mari said. "Just not punishment. Anything but that."
"I'll see what I can do."
And just like that, Nico Di Angelo shot up onto the list of people Mari was convinced the fates spat out just to make the world a slightly better place - people she would happily risk her life for.
Mari and Nico stopped walking at the sight of Percy, standing slightly ahead of them and clutching Grover Underwood's oversized green beanie.
"This was on the floor," he said. "Grover and Tyson - they were here."
"Look."
Annabeth gestured to the ground, which was damp from the water constantly dripping from the stalactites. In the mud, there were two sets of footprints, leading left. One was too large to be from a half-blood or even a mortal, the other a half-hoof shape, as if a two-footed goat had been running - fast.
"We have to follow them." Percy's eyes blazed in determination. "They went that way. It must have been recently."
"What about Camp Half-Blood?" Nico asked. "There's no time!"
"We have to find them," Annabeth said. "They're our friends."
"We'll make time," Mari told Nico. "I don't know about you but I'm not letting anybody else here lose a sibling."
Rachel didn't need to navigate, since they were following the footprints, but she still led the way. Well, 'led' was a strong word - the tunnel sloped down, and it was a bloody death-trap. It was damp, dark and disorientating. Mari nearly fell on her face twice, tripping over rocks and patches of moss that she could swear had not been there a second before. But, finally, they reached (fell through) the end of the tunnel, landing in a huge cave, supported by only bulky columns of stalagmites. It was any spelunker's paradise. A huge, ornate arch was on one side of the cave, covered with wisteria in full bloom even though it wasn't the right season. Running through the centre of the cavern was a bubbling river.
Sitting by the bank was Tyson, and he was clutching the hand of an unconscious Grover Underwood.
"Tyson!" Percy looked like he was going to cry at the sight of his baby brother alive. Tyson looked up, panic in his wide watery eye. "Percy! Come quick!"
"Out of the way!" Mari shoved Percy aside and sprinted over, leaning next to Grover. He was shivering like he was suffering from hypothermia, but his skin wasn't cold and he wasn't showing any other signs of freezing to death. Tyson had put Grover in the recovery position so that he wouldn't choke if he vomited (smart boy).
"What happened?" Percy asked, coming up behind her.
"So many things," Tyson said. "Large snake. Large dogs. Men with swords. But then... we got close to here. Grover was excited. He ran. Then we reached this room, and he fell. Like this."
Percy and Annabeth turned towards the river with their hands out to splash Grover awake. Mari glared at them both. "If any of you try and wake Grover up with water from that river, I will happily push you into it." She gave each of them a sugary-sweet smile. Waking up anyone unconscious by splashing them was a terrible idea.
Mari held a single glowing pointer finger in front of Grover's eyes. Waking someone with light was technically not... advised either, but the light that Apollo's children could produce was different from normal light – it couldn't hurt people unless they wanted it to. Mari didn't want to hurt anyone ever again. Hopefully, this would just trick Grover's brain into thinking it was daytime and wake him up that way instead.
"Grover," Mari whispered. "Time to wake up."
"Fooooooood," Grover moaned.
"Yup, he's fine," Mari said. "Well, he's... Grover."
"M...ri?" Grover blinked away the sleep. "You were gone. Y'ur... brother?"
"Yeah, I was gone." Mari gulped the lump in her throat down. "Can you follow my finger with your eyes, please?"
Grover's eyes tracked as she moved her finger along his line of vision. Mari slumped. That was good. He didn't seem concussed, but one more test, just to be sure. "Do you remember what happened, before you fell?"
"I - I remember." Grover nodded. "Pan!"
"Yeah," Percy said, pointing to the arch across the cave. "Something powerful is just beyond that doorway."
"What are you on about?" Mari asked him.
"Grover fainted like this last winter, too, while we were on the quest for Artemis," Percy explained. "He said he felt the presence of Pan, but we didn't have a lot of time to ask him about it. A bunch of skeleton warriors attacked us, so we were a little... preoccupied."
"How'd you guys get rid of them?" Mari asked. "Weren't they, like, impossible to destroy?"
"It wasn't us. It was..." Percy's eyes became sad, and he glanced at Nico.
"You can say her name." Nico's voice was thick. "Bianca."
"It was Bianca," Percy confirmed. "But if Grover fainted again here-"
"Pan!" Grover bleated. "He must be nearby!"
They didn't waste time. Percy introduced Tyson and Grover to Rachel, who took the presence of a Satyr and a Cyclops pretty well. It wasn't the weirdest thing the poor girl had seen in the last twenty-four hours. Plus, nobody reasonable could be scared of Tyson. Mari and Percy helped Grover to his feet, and supported him against the current as they crossed the river, which went up to Mari's chest. Worse, it was bloody cold. It dripped off her clothes when she emerged. Everyone was soaked. Well, everyone but Percy - he was dry as a Weetabix. Mari scowled - talk about unfair.
"I think we're in the Carlsbad Caverns," said Annabeth. "Maybe an unexplored section."
Mari nodded. Naomi had wanted to take her and Will on a trip there a couple of months ago. Neither of them could use a computer without summoning a monster stampede, so Naomi had printed off pictures to show them, and it had looked really fun. They didn't end up going, though, because Naomi was called into her recording studio at the last minute. Still, Mari couldn't imagine that this was what Naomi had in mind.
As they got closer to the arch, Mari started to feel rejuvenated. There was a sudden spring in her step, and she was soaked but she wasn't freezing cold anymore. The cave didn't smell like a cave, either. It smelled like the woods on a hot day, during one of Lee's surprise picnics.
Finally, they reached the arch on the other side of the cave. They headed through, and were greeted with a sight right out of Ancient Times. Mari gaped like a fish from the stream they'd trudged through.
It was beautiful. The ground was covered in lush green grass that made Mari want to take her shoes off and wiggle her toes. Mari couldn't see the stone walls of the cave, because they were covered in shining crystals and flowers that Mari had never seen before, glowing a thousand different colours. Vines peeked out from the ceiling, covered in juicy-looking fruits, plump berries, the works. A brook bubbled in the background, but the water was glowing a vibrant green.
And there, at the centre of the room, curled up on a red velvet chaise lounge was a god.
Mari didn't know how she knew he was a god. He didn't emanate a warm glow like her father, and he wasn't otherworldly and terrifying like Ariadne. But he couldn't be anything other than a god. He looked like a Satyr - a very old Satyr. He had curly white hair and a beard, like a woodland version of Santa Claus. Mari could imagine him playing a set of reed pipes next to Silenus, or dining in the pavilion with Mr. D. Surrounding the Satyr-god was a group of animals - a woolly mammoth, a dodo bird, a Tasmanian Tiger and a Castoroide, snuffling around on the ground. None of them were the strangest creatures Mari had ever seen (not even close) but she was fairly sure they were all supposed to be... well, extinct.
"Lord Pan!" Grover dropped to his knees.
Pan? Pan?! He had been in the labyrinth after all?
"Grover, my dear, brave Satyr." Pan smiled, but he seemed too weak to do much else. "I have waited a very long time for you."
"I... got lost," Grover bleated.
Pan laughed. It sounded like the sound leaves made, when they shook in the wind. Or maybe a clear, bubbling stream. Mari wasn't sure which, but it was the sound of nature. She hadn't ever heard a laugh that sounded like nature before. The Castoroide whined, snuffling up a pile of dirt like it was preparing a burial. The Dodo bird began to tweet a tune Mari hadn't heard before. She only realised she'd fallen to her knees when they hit the mossy floor. All around her, the others had done the same - even Rachel was kneeling, and the redhead looked like she was crying.
"You have a humming Dodo bird," said Percy.
"Yes, that's Dede." Pan smiled again. "My little actress."
"She's lovely." Mari reached out a hand to the bird, fingers trembling. "Can I please...?"
"I'm sure Dede appreciates the compliment. Between the two of us, she can sometimes be a little vain." Dede squawked in outrage, pecking at Pan's beard. Pan laughed. "It is up to her, not me."
Dede stared at Mari for a second, looking critical. Then, the bird shuffled closer and allowed Mari to gently pet the downy feathers on the back of her neck.
"Can you sing Taylor Swift?" Mari asked.
Dede stared at Mari for a second, like she was analysing some deep, uncharted part of her psyche. Then she started squawking the tune of All too well. Mari took that as an 'Obviously, you uncultured swine'.
"This is the most beautiful place!" Annabeth breathed. "It's better than any building ever designed."
"I'm glad you like it, dear," Pan said. "It is one of the last wild places. My realm above is gone, I'm afraid. Only pockets remain. Tiny pieces of life. This one shall stay undisturbed... for a little longer."
"My lord." Grover's chin wobbled. "Please, you must come back with me! The Elders will never believe it! They'll be overjoyed! You can save the wild!"
Pan leaned forward, gasping as if it took him a lot of effort, and patted the top of Grover's head. "You are so young, Grover. So good and true. I think I chose well."
Pan's body dissipated into smoke. Dede cut off mid-chorus and screeched under Mari's hand, nearly pecking her pinkie finger off. Mari thought for a horrible second that Pan was gone, but then the Satyr God reformed. "I have slept many aeons," he said. "My dreams have been dark. I wake fitfully, and each time my waking is shorter. Now we are near the end."
"What?!" Grover bleated. "But you're right here!"
"My dear satyr." Pan smiled. "I tried to tell the world, two thousand years ago. I announced it to Lysas, a satyr very much like you. He lives in Ephesos, and he tried to spread the word."
"The old story," Annabeth whispered, hands to her mouth. "A sailor passing by the coast of Ephesos heard a voice crying out from shore, 'Tell them the great god Pan is dead.'"
"But that isn't true!" Grover began to protest.
Pan interrupted him with a sad smile. "Your kind never believed it," he said. "You sweet, stubborn satyrs refused to accept my passing. And I love you for that, but you only delayed the inevitable. You only prolonged my long, painful passing, my dark twilight sleep. It must end."
"No!" Grover cried.
"Dear Grover," Pan told him. "You must accept the truth. Your companion, Nico, he understands."
Nico nodded. "He's dying. He should have died a long time ago. This... this is more like a memory."
Mari's mind flashed back to Frankie. It seemed as if a lot of memories were dying this summer. She wondered if Mason missed her, all alone in the underworld. No. The answer was probably no. He missed Frankie, not her. How could he miss his own killer? Her hand was shaking along Dede's feathery neck, and the bird must have noticed. It started chirping out another Taylor Swift song in an effort to calm her down.
"But gods can't die," Grover whispered.
"They can fade."
Pan smiled again. He looked tired.
"When everything they stood for is gone. When they cease to have power, and their sacred places disappear. The wild, my dear Grover, is so small now, so shattered, that no god can save it. My realm is gone. That is why I need you to carry a message. You must go back to the council. You must tell the satyrs, and the dryads, and the other spirits of nature, that the great god Pan is dead. Tell them of my passing. Because they must stop waiting for me to save them. I cannot. The only salvation is one that you must make yourself. Each of you must-"
"Dede." Pan stopped and stared at the dodo bird, looking amused. "What are you doing? Do you really come to me with a new song now, of all times?"
"It - it's a song called Begin Again, by Taylor Swift." Mari's voice was rough. "From her fourth album, RED. I dunno if it's Taylor's Version or not, because Dede's a Dodo bird and everything and she probably can't differentiate, but I hope it is because-" Dede pecked at her hand again, and Mari yelped. "Uh, sorry. Not the time."
"I must admit, the tune is quite catchy," Pan sighed. "But as I was saying, dear Grover, you must take my calling."
"But... no!" Grover whimpered.
"Be strong." Pan smiled again. "You have found me, and now you must release me. You must carry on my spirit. It can no longer be carried by a god. It must be taken up by all of you."
"Now." Pan turned to nail Percy with a piercing look. "Percy Jackson," he said. "I know what you have seen today. I know your doubts. But I give you this news: when the time comes, you will not be ruled by fear."
"Daughter of Athena." Pan turned to Annabeth. "Your time is coming. You will play a great role, though it may not be the role you imagined."
"Daughter of Apollo." Pan finally set his eyes on Mari. She squirmed, remembering that one time she'd had an errant thought about littering in the labyrinth. It had been a joke. She wasn't actually going to do it. Could Pan read minds? Should she tell him that she was vegan? Wait, if she ate plants, would that make him mad at her? There was a bunch of research coming out that plants could feel pain and stuff, wasn't there?
"You have been through much. You will go through more. But great change is coming, and you will be here to see it. You will help to set things right."
Pan's eyes flitted away for a second, in Rachel Dare's direction.
Mari frowned. How was Rachel Dare related to this 'great change'?
The mortal still felt... important, somehow, but Mari couldn't figure out what that meant.
Pan looked away from Rachel, and addressed Mari one final time. "Take comfort in this: your brother's pain has died with him. You are free."
Mari's throat closed up. Maybe Pan was trying to make her feel better. She wasn't sure how he even knew about Mason. But he'd got something very wrong. Mari didn't want to be free, not if it came at the price of Mason's life. Not like this. She'd wanted him to stop seeing her as Frankie, and just see her.
"Master Cyclops." Pan turned away from her, towards Tyson. "Do not despair. Heroes rarely live up to our expectations. But you, Tyson - your name shall live among the Cyclopes for generations. And Miss Rachel Elizabeth Dare-"
Something in the back of Mari's brain lit up when Pan said Rachel's middle name. She wasn't sure how he knew it, but he was a god. At first, Mari thought it was because her initials spelled out Taylor Swift's fourth album, but no. There was something else. Suddenly, it clicked, and Mari's mouth fell open. She kicked herself for not realising it sooner. She's heard that name before.
Or, rather, she'd heard Naomi say that name before.
Naomi sang under a fake name - Natalie Sloan. A couple of months before the summer session of camp began, she'd had gotten into a huge fight with her record label. It had all seemed fine at first. She was planning on touring in a few years, and her label had found a company willing - no, eager - to sponsor her: Dare Enterprises. The company had even offered to build a stadium in Arlington for Naomi's opening night, which was genuinely unheard of. Musicians didn't get new stadiums built for them, they performed in the ones that were already there.
It had seemed too good to be true, mostly because it was.
Naomi had gotten suspicious and done a little digging, and lo and behold, beneath the surface there was a festering vat of corruption. Dare Enterprises was a company that got its riches from deforestation, unethical land development and shady dealings. Naomi had been disgusted and she'd called the whole thing off. Thankfully the contracts hadn't been signed yet, but according to Naomi, the CEO of Dare Enterprises was furious. Apparently, this guy had a daughter who hated his company's practices (gee, Mari wondered why) and the whole thing was an attempt to get into her good graces, since she was a huge Natalie Sloan fan. Mari and Will had overheard the name of said daughter in one of Naomi's arguments with her label over the phone. Mari had only remembered it because of the middle name - Elizabeth, same as the Queen.
Now, she was hearing it again.
And if the expression on Rachel Elizabeth Dare's face was anything to go by, Mr. Dare's plan hadn't worked.
Woah, Mari thought. Rachel wasn't just wealthy, she was filthy rich. And it was all dirty money. No wonder she looked so scared. But Pan didn't look angry. In fact, he looked almsot grateful to her, in a weird way. "I know you believe you cannot make amends," he told her. "But you are just as important as your father."
"I-" a tear dribbled down Rachel's cheek and her words halted.
"I know you don't believe this now." Pan smiled. "But look for opportunities. They will come."
Pan said nothing to Nico Di Angelo.
"My dear Satyr." Pan turned back to Grover, eyes intent. "Will you carry my message?"
"I-I can't," Grover said.
Pan did that thing again. He disappeared into a swarm of mist, but this time when he came back, he looked less solid. Like a toddler had stomped on a sand castle, and sent all the little grains crumbling down. Even if it was put back together, the shape wouldn't be as distinct as before.
When the god spoke again, his voice sounded far away.
"You can. You are the strongest and bravest. Your heart is true. You have believed in me more than anyone ever has, which is why you must bring the message, and why you must be the first to release me."
"I don't want to," Grover whimpered.
""I know."
Pan smiled, and Mari had a feeling it would be for the final time.
"But my name, Pan... originally it meant rustic. Did you know that? But over the years, it has come to mean all. The spirit of the wild must pass to all of you now. You must tell each one you meet: if you would find Pan, take up Pan's spirit. Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, even a god, to do that for you."
Slowly, Grover stood. His eyes were tear-stained but his voice was steady in a way Mari didn't think it had ever been. "I've spent my whole life looking for you," he said. "Now... I release you."
"Thank you, dear Satyr." Pan smiled. "My final blessing."
Pan closed his eyes, like he was going to sleep. In a way, Mari supposed, that was all it was. Then he melted away.
But he didn't disappear. Not completely. He left a hazy cloud of vapour behind, which swirled up and over the now empty velvet recliner. The cloud split off into six wisps, which sailed towards the occupants of the cave. One of them went into Mari's mouth but it didn't feel like she was breathing in smoke. It tasted the way wildflowers smelled, but without the cloying scent of pesticides that usually lingered in greenhouses. The smoke was the last of something very, very ancient. Almost forgotten. And now it was gone.
So was Pan.
The shimmering crystals dissolved into the rock of the cave, and the foliage around them rotted to nothing. Then the animals began to fade, too. Mari looked back at Dede, who was shivering under her fingers. It wasn't because the cave was cold. The Dodo bird stared at Mari, all the false bravado about being a 'diva' gone. "S'okay," Mari whispered. "You can rest now."
Dede squawked the beginning note of a song (Mari wouldn't ever know which one). Then she dissipated into mist under Mari's fingers.
For a second, the room was bathed in darkness. Mari lit up her hands to see, and the cave looked normal again. Not the hidden paradise where Pan had spent his final millennia, just an unassuming offshoot of the Carlsbad Caverns. Mari gulped. In one fell swoop, Kronos had risen and Pan had faded. It had to be the single worst trade-off to ever take place.
"Are you okay?" Percy asked Grover.
Grover didn't answer right away. He took his beanie back from Annabeth, and set it on his head. Something about him was different. He'd always been shy-looking, but that was gone. Grover looked around at them all, eyes blazing with determination, and Mari could have sworn that for a second there, she was looking at Pan again.
"We should go now," he said, "and tell them. The great god Pan is dead."
Mari nodded. She wasn't sure how Grover was going to convince the council of cloven elders to believe his story, but that was a problem to worry about later. Right now, Kronos was somewhere in the labyrinth and they were racing against him and against time. Actually, that was the same thing. They had to get back to camp before he did. They had a camp to save, and Mari had a family to protect.
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Hannah Murray as Marion Carter
Leah Jeffries as Annabeth ChaseWalker Scobell as Percy JacksonErin Kellyman as Rachel Elizabeth DareDylan Schmid as Nico Di AngeloAryan Simhadri as Grover Underwood
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(only one today - uni is killing me, I have zero time)
I am DROWING in university assignments right now, but I finally had a spare minute and I managed to get this out! I hope you guys enjoyed!
And to everyone who knows what comes next in the pjo plot... the next chapter is like 9,000 words. Buckle up.