The Golden Hunter

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There is no escape to this child,said the ancient voice in the darkness below. Do not fear me;

Ill helpyou, do as I say. You can save the girl.He didnt know why, but he was obliged to listen to

what the voice said him to do. Use your last strength and gather the moisture around the pit. Cover

the girl with it, and save her.

He knew that he had enough strength left to save Annabeth, but not him,using the last

ounce of energy in him; he gathered all the moisture around the pit and formed a protective sheath

of it around Annabeth, he willed the water to gently push Annabeth out of the pit, laying her beside

the son of Hades. Successful in his attempt to save her, he let go of the tiny ledge as he lost his

consciousness, falling into the endless pit of darkness.

*Dream State: Start*

As he fell into the embrace of the darkness, he knew he was dreaming, as his surroundings

immediately changed. He was in a throne room; suddenly a familiar voice resonated in the room. As

he turned, he saw a powerful deity sitting on the throne. The powerful entity had miniature universefor his eyes, his head was bald and he wore a pained smile on his face. He was wearing a jet black

pinstriped suit. The power that radiated from him was easily a thousand of times stronger than that

of the combined of the Twelve Olympians.

Lord Chaos, I thank you whole heartedly for providing your help to me, but why-, said

Percy as he bowed his head in respect as addressed the being, he knew that he was standing before

the creator of the universe.

There is no need to bow to me Perseus, I am not arrogant like Zeus, and for the help you

need not thank me. I know that you are having many questions, but I am solemnly helping you,because I do not want my daughter Gaea to take control over the earth. Though all the Primordials

arent evil, Gaea was manipulated by her son Kronos, as he wanted to gain the control over the

world by usurping the throne of Ouranos. said Chaos.

The reason I am helping you is that you arethe noblest, strongest and the greatest hero

ever and ever to be, and only you can bring my daughter back to her conscience. As I cant interfere

in the matter directly, as the ancient laws made by my father Helix abides me from doing so., he

continued.

Not to be mean Lord Chaos, but how can I defeat a Primordial Goddess, I am just a mere

demigod. And what do you mean, that I am the only one that can bring her to her conscience.asked

Percy.

Do not underestimate yourself Perseus; you have achieved many impossible tasks and you

are the one who singlehandedly defeated the King of the Titans and made him fade. You are the only

hero with such a noble heart, thus making you capable to defeat Gaea.said Chaos. Surprisingly,

your level of intelligence higher than that of most immortals, but the problem is that you lack

knowledge. Therefore, having the knowledge about things, and most importantly your own powers,

will make you immensely powerful. Thus, I Chaos, the creator of the Universe, bless you with the

Power of Knowledge.stated Chaos as Percy was engulfed in grey energy.( A/N: Blessed by Chaos ;)

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*Dream State: End*

*Flashback: Start*

Percy was back in the time re-instating the memory of his Battle with Kronos, but in a third

persons point of view. The hearth was almost dead, just a few coals glowing deep in the ashes.Hestia was nowhere to be seen. The Ophiotaurus swam in his water sphere in the far corner of the

room, wisely not making a sound, but it wouldnt be long before Kronos noticed him.

Annabeth, Grover and Percy stepped forward into the torchlight. Ethan saw us first.

Kronos turned and smiled through Luke's face. Except for the golden eyes, he looked just the

same as he had four years ago when he'dwelcomed me into the Hermes cabin. Annabeth made a

painfulsound in the back of her throat, like someone had just suckerpunched her.

"Shall I destroy you first, Jackson?" Kronos asked. "Is that thechoice you will make-to fight

me and die instead of bowing down?Prophecies never end well, you know."

"Luke would fight with a sword," Percy said. "But I suppose you don'thave his skill."

Kronos sneered. His scythe began to change, until he held Luke's oldweapon, Backbiter, with

its half-steel, half-Celestial bronze blade.

He advanced with blinding speed. Grover-brave, stupid satyr that hewas-tried to protect

Percy, but Kronos tossed him aside like a rag doll.Percy sidestepped and jabbed under Kronos's

guard. It was a good trick.

Unfortunately, Luke knew it. He countered the strike and disarmedPercy using one of thefirst moves he'd ever taught him. Percysswordskittered across the ground and fell straight into the

open fissure.

"STOP!" Annabeth came from nowhere.Kronos whirled to face her and slashed with

Backbiter, but somehowAnnabeth caught the strike on her dagger hilt. It was a move only

thequickest and most skilled knife fighter could've managed. Don't askme where she found the

strength, but she stepped in closer forleverage, their blades crossed, and for a moment she stood

face-tofacewith the Titan lord, holding him at a standstill.

"Luke," she said, gritting her teeth, "I understand now. You have totrust me."Kronos roaredin outrage. "Luke Castellan is dead! His body willburn away as I assume my true form!"

Percy tried to move, but his body was frozen again. How couldAnnabeth, battered and half

dead with exhaustion, have the strengthto fight a Titan like Kronos?Kronos pushed against her,

trying to dislodge his blade, but she heldhim in check, her arms trembling as he forced his sword

downtoward her neck.

"Your mother," Annabeth grunted. "She saw your fate."

"Service to Kronos!" the Titan roared. "This is my fate."


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"No!" Annabeth insisted. Her eyes were tearing up, but he didn't knowif it was from sadness

or pain. "That's not the end, Luke. Theprophecy: she saw what you would do. It applies to you!"

"I will crush you, child!" Kronos bellowed.

"You won't," Annabeth said. "You promised. You're holding Kronosback even now."

"LIES!" Kronos pushed again, and this time Annabeth lost herbalance. With his free hand, Kronos

struck her face, and she slidbackward.

Kronos loomed over Annabeth, his sword raised.Blood trickled from the corner of her

mouth. She croaked, "Family,Luke. You promised."

Percy took a painful step forward. Grover was back on his feet, over bythe throne of Hera,

but he seemed to be struggling to move as well.Before either of them could get anywhere close to

Annabeth, Kronosstaggered.

He stared at the knife in Annabeth's hand, the blood on her face.

"Promise."

Then he gasped like he couldn't get air. "Annabeth . . ." But it wasn'tthe Titan's voice. It was

Luke's. He stumbled forward like he couldn'tcontrol his own body. "You're bleeding. . . ."

"My knife." Annabeth tried to raise her dagger, but it clattered out ofher hand. Her arm was

bent at a funny angle. She looked at Percy,imploring, "Percy, please . . ."

Percy could move again. He surged forward and scooped up her knife. He knocked Backbiteroutof Luke's hand, and it spun into the hearth. Luke hardly paid him anyattention. He stepped

toward Annabeth, but Percy put himself betweenhim and her.

"Don't touch her," he said.Anger rippled across his face. Kronos's voice growled: "Jackson . .

."Was it his imagination, or was his whole body glowing, turninggold?He gasped again. Luke's voice:

"He's changing. Help. He's . . . he'salmost ready. He won't need my body anymore. Please-"

Percy moved toward him with the knife. He should kill him. That was the plan. Luke seemed

to know what he was thinking. He moistened his lips."You can't . . . can't do it yourself. He'll break

my control. He'lldefend himself. Only my hand. I know where. I can . . . can keephim controlled."

He was definitely glowing now, his skin starting to smoke. Percy raised the knife to strike.

Then he looked at the unlatched side straps of his armour, exposing a small bit of hisskin just under

his left arm, a place that would be very hard to hit.Kronos had started evolving into his true form.

With mightyforce, he stabbed Luke.

It wasn't a deep cut, but Luke howled. His eyes glowed like lava.The throne room shook,

throwing him off his feet. An aura of energy surrounded Luke, growing brighter and brighter. Percy

shut his eyes and felt a force like a nuclear explosion, aswave of energy went hit straight on his

chest, as he absorbed the essence of Kronos.

*Flashback: End*


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A/N: Cliff-hanger! Liked it? Please correct me wherever I am wrong, and please give me your

suggestions. Please Review, if I do not get enough reviews, probably I wont continue it. For the

next chapter, stay-tuned.

-TheLordOfInfinity

Chapter 2

A/N: Dear Readers,

I am really disappointed by you all, I got almost 600 visitors, but only 8 cared to review, thats

inacceptable. If it goes on like this I will abandon this story. (Chill out! Dude, you need a

drink)Uh, sorry for that fit back there, but you cant blame me blame my ADHD. Anyways ,

Im back with the second chapter. The reason of Chaos blessing our hero will be cleared in this

chapter. And I intend to keep my promise, the plot of this story has many unpredictable twists and

turns!

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own PJO or HoO series, because Rick Riordan owns it.

Percys POV:

Nine Day.

As he fell, Percy thought about Hesiod, the old Greek poet whod speculated it would

takenine days to fall from earth to Tartarus. It had been exactly eight days, nineteen hours, fifty four

minutes and thirty two seconds. Even though it felt like an eternity.

Wind whistled in Percysears. The air grew hotter and damper, as if he was plummetinginto

the throat of a massive dragon. It has just been two hours exactly since he woke up. Though it had

taken a heck of a time for him to completely receive the blessing, but it was completely worth it. The

knowledge that he now pertained was beyond the comprehension of the mortals.

Suddenly, the chute he had been falling through opened into a vast cavern. Maybe half a

mile below them, Percy could see the bottom. He confirmed it as his sense informed him that it had

been approximately nine days, since he fell into the pit. Theentire island of Manhattan could have fit

inside this cavernand he couldnt even see its full extent.Red clouds hung in the air like vaporized

blood. The landscapeat least what he could see of itwas rocky black plains, punctuated by

jagged mountains and fiery chasms. To Percysleft, theground dropped off in a series of cliffs, like

colossal steps leading deeper into the abyss.

The stench of sulphur made it hard to concentrate, but he focused on the ground directly

below him and saw a ribbon of glittering black liquida river. He immediately knew what he had todo. Suddenly hefelt a tug in the pit of his stomachand the river hurtled towards him. At the last


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second, Percy yelled defiantly. As he knew the magical rivers of the Underworld flowed deep in

Tartarus and he knew he couldnt let a single drop of water touch him.The water erupted in a

massive geyser and swallowed him whole, but he enough time for one last desperate thought: Dry.

As he kicked up the murky waters of the river Cocytus,Percy was near dead with exhaustion.

Usually water reinvigorated him, but not this water.Controlling it had taken every bit of his strength.

He knew that under any circumstances if he had to remain alive, he would have to find the river

Phlegethon. When he reached the ledge, he knew that he was in a deep trouble.The cliff dropped

more than eighty feet. At the bottom stretched a nightmarish version of theGrand Canyon: a river of

fire cutting a path through a jagged obsidian crevasse, the glowing redcurrent casting horrible

shadows across the cliff faces.

He staggered over slick glass ledges, around massive boulders, avoiding stalagmites

thatwouldve impaled him with any slip of the foot. His tattered clothes steamed from the heat of

theriver, but he kept going until he crumpled to his knees at the banks of the Phlegethon. Though it

seemed crazy, but the Phlegethon flows from Hadess realm down into Tartarus, and many legends

described it as the River of Healing.He cupped the fiery liquid in his palms and raised it to her mouth.

He expected a taste like gasoline. It was so much worse. Once, at a restaurant back in New

York, hed made the mistake of tasting a ghost chili pepper that came with a plate of Indianfood.

After barely nibbling it, he thought his respiratory system was going to implode. Drinking fromthe

Phlegethon was like gulping down a ghost chili smoothie. He felt horribly weakand nauseous, but

him next breath came more easily, but he blacked out the very next moment as his severely injured

body need some minimal rest at the moment.

LINE BREAK

Percy woke up as hegazed up at the blood-coloured clouds swirling in the grey haze. He

hadnt had a single dream. That was so unusual, he wasnt sure if he had actually woken.No way

would theyhave the strength to climb back up that cliff, even if they wanted to. Now there were only

twochoices: downriver or upriver, skirting the banks of the Phlegethon.

Suddenly a familiarvoice boomed in his mind. Perseus, you have to go downriver, there

youllfind the shrine of Hermes, and no monster can trace you there,said Chaos. It is the place where

you can live in Tartarus whilst your stay. Find that place and start training on the powers that you

have newly discovered powers.

A place to live?!

Percy couldnt imagine what those words meant in Tartarus.He picked his way across the

ashen wastelandas red lightning flashed overhead in thepoisonous clouds. Just another lovely day in

the dungeon of creation.Percy couldnt see far in thehazy air, but the longer he walked, the more

certain he became that the entire landscape was adownward curve.He knew conflicting descriptions

of Tartarus.

It was a bottomless pit. It was a fortresssurrounded by brass walls. It was nothing but an

endless void.One story described it as the inverse of the skya huge, hollow, upside-down dome ofrock.That seemed the most accurate, though if Tartarus was a dome, Annabeth guessed it was like


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beings blood, evaporate it, or stop its flow. He could also Vapour-Travel using the water-vapours

present in the air.

His powers over Time are as incredible as those of Water. After practicing hard, he can easily

slow down or speed up the flow of time around a person, stop the flow of the River of Time for a

certain amount of time, and stop it permanently over a particular place/area, which may drain him

out like hell.

Though he could only imitate Fire, he could easily make walls of fire, inferno, and burst his

whole body into fire without burning himself and his clothes. But sadly, he would need a source of

fire, because he cannot create it, he can only imitate it.

And lastly, his powers over Electricity; he could easily go through memories of people, edit it

change it and destroy it. As the memory and thoughts of a person is nothing but, small pulses of

electricity. But the most spectacular thing about electricity is that, if someone blasts him with

electricity or tries to electrify him; the situation will be similar to: One trying to kill him by drowninghim in the sea. The electricity will heal him.

Clang!

Percy was shaken out of his thoughts as he heard noise of a glass clanging against the

table.It was a plate with Pepperoni Cheese Pizzahalf a hot dog, some grapes, a plate of roast beef,

and apackage of peanut M&Ms.

Burnt offerings, Percy thought. Sacrifices to Hermes from the mortal world.As his stomach

groaned in hunger he brought a plate of roasted beef for himself and wolfed it down. Hednever

tasted anything so good. The brisket was still hot, with exactly the same spicy sweet glaze asthe

barbecue at Camp Half-Blood.

The idea made Annabeth giddy with homesickness. At every meal, the campers would burn

aportion of their food to honour their godly parents. The smoke supposedly pleased the gods,

butAnnabeth had never thought about where the food went when it was burned. Maybe the

offeringsreappeared on the gods altars in Olympusor even here, in the middle of Tartarus.

A/N: Tada! People seriously, I do need motivation to continue, as this is my first story.Please

correct me wherever I am wrong, and please feel free to give me your suggestions. Please

Review!For the next chapter, stay-tuned.More Reviews = Faster Update.

-TheLordOfInfinity


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Chapter 3

A/N: Dear Readers,

Finally my first term of my (11

th

grade) FYJC (First Year Junior College) endsDiwali Vacationsare here again! Fasten up your seatbelts, the third chapter is here.

Beta: Silver Artemis Moon.

Percys POV:

CRACK!

He pounded his fist into the face of a karpoi, and it crumpled likealuminium foil.A few of

them threw flaming javelins at him. He knocked them aside with his bare hands. Another karpoi

lunged at him, and he sidestepped and brought Riptide up in a deadly arc, immediately killing it.

A brilliant plan formed in his mind.Immediately, a tidal-wave surged up from nowhere and

engulfed the group ofkarpoi, wrapping around them likea blanket.Percy raised Riptide and he yelled,

a blast of lightning came downfrom the sky and hit hissword like a lightning rod, and he stabbedhis

sword into earth, successfully electrocuting the karpoi. The monsters disintegrated into a huge pile

of dust and multi-grain meal.

His forehead broke out in sweat. His whole body was stiff from summoning the bolt of

lightning, it had really drained him.He glanced down at his clothes, which were sliced and tattered

from his constant battles, as he trudged toward the shrine of Hermes. He found a small bunk in the

corner of the altar and collapsed,sure that he would never be able to sleep. A second later, his eyesclosed.

*Dream State: Start*

He was back in the throne room of Chaos. He sat on his throne with a grim expression on his

face.

Hello Perseus, I am glad tosee that you are alive. Now that it is a well-known fact that you

would never survive the wrath of Tartarus and the Giants combined, as he is has joined his forces

with the forces of Gaea. said Chaos. Yes, all the defeated Giants will be reformed again,before the

War of Olympus. They are now reforming a thousand times faster, on the courtesy of Tartarus.Though you have starteddiscoveringthe powers that you now possess, you have barely trained

yourself. I have a plan-a dangerous idea, I admit, but there no other alternative to it. ( A/N: Yes, a

thousand times faster! As it takes centuries for a Giant to reform. )

What is your plan, milord? I assure you, I wont back-off. I realise that no hero is above fear,

and to save my near and dear ones, I will have to rise above fear. said Percy.

I see Perseus; you really are a one in millions. But my plan is very dangerous, especially for

you. said Chaos. I want you to take a bath in the Styx. I know that you have already taken a dip in

that cursed river, and it is very much possible that your soul will burn into nothingness. But it is your

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But milord, how do I receive my mothers blessings? asked Percy.

Ah, for that Perseus- Suddenly the creator, glowed into bright light and a beautiful lady

was sitting on the throne of Chaos. My blessings are with you. said Lady Chaos. Percy didn't feel

any different. No magic glow or anything. .( A/N: Chaos the Creator is the mother of

all.Blessed by Chaos ;) )

*Dream State: End*

Percy woke up with a start. He exactly hadnt planned his year-long vacation in the pit of joy

and happiness the way Chaos had planned, but the things were getting more serious. To survive his

stay in Tartarus, he had to bathe in the Styx. He knew that Chaos had mentioned nothing about the

Titans, because most of the Titans would take years to reform again after the Second Titan War, but

he knew that some might have escaped Tartarus or have been helping Gaea to assemble her forces

down here.

After breakfast, Percy was on his way to the banks of the River Styx.After an hour ofstumbling over the glassy black terrain, jumping crevices, and stabbing the blisters on the ground,

translucent bubble, with de-formed monsters. He emerged at the base of a cliff, on a plain of black

volcanic sand.To his right, the River Styx gushed from the rocks and roared off ina cascade of rapids.

He shuddered. Thelast time hedbeen here, he was here he was fifteen and though Nico

wasnt helpful with the courage thing, his company had given him the courage to survive his dip in

the cursed river. He sent a silent prayer to Chaos and in a flash of light and there laid a black-and-

whiteGreek jar about three feet tall. There was an inscription on the jar: .

That read: The Blood of Olympus. ( A/N: And we twist, we twist, we twist and we twist. )

He knew what he had to do. he quickly uncapped Riptide and made a small cut on his palmand filled half the jar with his blood. The magically enchanted jar disappeared as soon as it wasnt

needed. Again he looked in to the black waters of the river and all his confidence crumbled. It was a

do or die situation, and he was not going to die a cowards death, Percy thought. If I die, I die an

honourable death, to save my friends and family.

With that happy thought, after his previous failure, once again heplanned to walk in slow

and courageous like areal hero.He clambered down slowly the shoreline and waded into the

water.He submerged completely. Once again in his life, he couldn'tbreathe underwater. He finally

understood the panic of drowning.Every nerve in his body burned. He was dissolving in the water.He

saw faces- Sally, Paul, Tyson, Annabeth, Poseidon-but they faded as soon asthey appeared.

Percy,his mom said. I give you my blessing.

Be safe, brother!Tyson pleaded.

Enchiladas! Grover said. Hewasn't sure where that came from, but itdidn't seem to help

much.

Hazel leaning over him and kissing him on the cheek.A sisterly kiss. But she smiled with

suchaffection; it warmed Percy right down to his feet.

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He was losing the fight. The pain was too much. His hands and feet were melting into the

water; his soul was being ripped from Hisbody. He realized that he hadnt imagined the mortal point

which kept him grounded to the mortal world. He knew that he was dead. Like the last time he tried

to imagine Annabeth standing at the shore, but he couldnt. ( A/N: First I thought that I should end

the chapter here. )

Suddenly the pain intensified a hundred times more. Then the current pulled athim, but it

wasn't carrying him away anymore.He imagined the whole current keeping him tied to the shore.

Hold on, Perseus. It was Artemiss voice, much clearer now. You are not going to die so

easily.

He could see Artemis now-standing barefoot above me near the Montauk beach, the moon

was shining beautiful and bright. She had her auburn hair gathered back in a ponytail and beautiful

eyes, silvery yellow like the moon. She wore a silvery Greek-style dress. Her face was sobeautiful it

made him catch his breath.

You are the like the tides Perseus. she smiled. You are under my control. Come on. Take

my hand.

Memories came flooding back to me-sharper and more colourful. He stopped dissolving. His

name was Percy Jackson. He reached up and took Artemiss hand. Suddenly he burst out of the river.

As he collapsed on the sand,he felt like every inch of his body had beenbroiled over a slow flame.He

looked around for Artemis, though he knew she wasn't here. It hadseemed so real.

Instead of Artemis there was another woman was standing there,she had flowing black hair,

a dress made ofgreen silk. Light flickered around her, and her eyes were somewhat beautiful.

Percy Jackson, I am the spirit of the River Styx. Congratulations Perseus, you have done the

impossible, once again. It is a very difficult task to receive the Curse of Achilles and lose it. But it is

impossible for a person to receive my blessing. You do not bear the Curse of Achilles child; you now

have the Blessing of the Styx.

Uh, what does it makes the difference milady? asked Percy.

It simply means that you bear the Curse of Achilles, but you do not have an Achilles heel.

You are now invincible, nothing can kill you now. My blessings make you a kind of immortal, though

you will age, but you cannot die. If you are turned into a full-immortal, you will be the first immortal

being to pertain my blessing.

Why is it so milady? Why did you choose me? I am just another demigod, why me? asked

Percy.

It is because of two reasons Perseus, the first is that, that your mortal tie itself is immortal.

Yes Perseus, Artemis is the one which ties you to the mortal world, and second is that, you are not

just any another demigod Perseus you are very special. And this time remember that you can never

lose my blessing and you now can control and touch the water of my river like other rivers. said

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I shall take my leave Perseus. said Styx. Goodbye. The spirit of the River Styx vanished

as she planted a motherly kiss on his cheek. Be safe.A gentle voice whispered in his ears.

A smile played on his lips as he made his way back to the shrine of Hermes. His mind was

running a million thoughts per second as to why Artemis was his mortal tie? Was it possible for him

to die? He shook himself out of my thoughts as he reached the shrine; he found a backpack and a

letter attached to it which was addressed to him.

It read:

Dear Perseus,

I am very happy to know that you survived your bathe in the Styx twice and now that you

are partially immortal, but you will now have to travel in Tartarus. You have to train with your

powers and simultaneously, you will have to spy on the forces of Gaea.

The backpack that I have given to you is enchanted, it will convert into a comfy tent

whenever you require, and it can produce any type of food and drinks (Non-Alcoholic..Of course!).

There is a never ending supply of nectar and ambrosia. It protected from the eyes of the beings of

Tartarus, and it is like your trustworthy sword, you can never lose your backpack.

The transporting power that you call vapour-travelling will not allow you to escape

Tartarus, but you can still use it, it can be very helpful. And after you are capable of imitating the fire,

try controlling the shadows.Learn how to blend shadows and shadow travel. Fire emits light

Perseus. Thus, it creates shadows.Do not disappoint me. Train hard.

Chaos.

A/N: Peoplz, if you help me reach more than 54 reviews by the next chapter, the next chapter will

be dedicated to the 54th

reviewer and I will Reviewall the stories that they have written. Since

the Diwali vacations are here, the updates may be irregular. Being a good son, I am helping my

mother in the preparations for the festival. Please Review. The more the Reviews, the happier is

the Author; the happier is the Author, the faster are the Updates; the faster are the Updates, the

happier the You!

Note: Percy is a bit overpowered I agree, but as I said, in The House of Hades, the power that is

shown by Tartarus is tremendous, and Percy should be more powerful, if he has to defeat Gaea

and lull her back to her slumber. For the next chapter, stay-tuned.

Special Thanks to my wonderful Beta: Silver Artemis Moon.

More reviews= Faster Updates.

-TheLordOfInfinity


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Chapter 4

A/N: Dear Readers,

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