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KATARA
I
THE BOY IN THE LIBRARY
UNTIL THEY MET THE TALKING OWL, Katara was sure that the four of them could handle anything.
Well, that wasn't entirely true.
The idea of a library full of thousands upon thousands of textbooks, information never before seen, and treasures was a little hard to believe, but for Katara, it was even harder to believe that a professor who had been searching for it for years just happened to be in the right place at the right time for them to find him.
Sure, Katara believed in fate, but she also believed in common sense. The two always seemed like they were at odds with each other when Aang was involved, though.
The professor of anthropology at Ba Sing Se University—she snuck a peek at him. What was his name again? Koi? Kai?
Kei. It was Kei, she was sure of it.
At first glance, he just seemed like an enthusiastic man with a treasure map. Harmless, really, but that didn't mean she trusted him implicitly. She'd been burned too many times to trust someone random just like that.
There was always the chance he was being nice just to get them to put their guards down. Like the seal vipers in the South Pole—maybe he'd seem all nice and cuddly until he got them alone. Then the fangs would come out.
He certainly seemed genuine enough, but that didn't mean much. Jet had seemed genuine at first, too. And then, he'd tried to kill a bunch of innocent people.
But, still, Katara had been adamant about restraining the side of her that constantly worried about everything. Then, of course, Katara had been a little set off by the fact that they had to, you know, scour the desert for an obelisk, throw a rope into the top window of it, scale the outside, and climb inside, but she was managing.
Kind of. These days, this was as close to managing as she could get.
Traveling with the Avatar wasn't the kind of job that came without risk, and Katara was no stranger to risk, but there was something incredibly off-putting about the library. Forget having second thoughts, Katara figured she was on her third and fourth thoughts by now, too.
Not that anyone would care, even if she voiced them. Everyone in the group always made fun of her for being high-strung and motherly, but her instincts always ended up seeming warranted by the end. Maybe someday someone would notice.
Yeah, as if, Katara thought with a frown. They'll just get annoyed that you're nagging them again.
Not that it mattered.
Katara knew that someone had to be the responsible one in the group. Even if they made fun of her for it.
It was like her Mom always used to say when she left food out for the hungry penguins: "In the Southern Water Tribe, we've always believed that acts of kindness are like ripples on a still pond—they may go unnoticed, but they create a wave of goodness."
So Katara would be nice. Or, well, she'd try to. Maybe the wave of goodness would come back to her someday.
As they rappelled down the library's middle, Kei, breathed, "It's breathtaking! It's even more amazing than I could have imagined. Truly, the spirit spared no expense in designing this place. Look at those buttresses!"
Sokka and Aang began giggling.
Katara managed a smile, but her stomach felt queasy. The stale air of the library hung around her like a veil, and there was a pressure behind her eyes that made it feel like a platypus bear was tap dancing on her forehead.
Katara whirled around as she gently landed on the ground.
The Library definitely seemed like a relic from an era long past. It reminded her of the stories her grandmother used to tell when she was little, and Katara wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.
The main chamber was a vast, cylindrical expanse, lit by an ethereal, otherworldly glow that emanated from countless shelves that reached high into the domed ceiling.
The shelves were filled with a vast collection of scrolls, tomes, and manuscripts, all meticulously arranged and categorized, their age and fragility evident in the faded inks and worn bindings.
Dust motes danced in the beams of light that filtered down through the oculus at the apex of the dome. The silence was pervasive, interrupted only by the occasional soft rustling of pages as if the knowledge contained within yearned to be discovered.
That only made Katara more nervous. Books weren't supposed to do that.
"My word!" Kei continued, his lips parted in a soft sigh. He clasped his hands together on his chest and swooned. "The exquisite mosaic handiwork of this tile-rendered avian symbol—"
He turned to the rest of the group with a wide smile on his face that died down when they looked back at him blankly.
Kei cleared his throat and pointed at an owl statue. "I mean, um, nice owl."
Katara followed his finger and raised her eyebrows. She didn't think the owl was very nice at all.
The statue Kei was pointed to loomed in the center of the chamber, so it kind of felt like he was guarding the Library and its secrets.
Its colossal, bronze-feathered wings extended high above, while immense eyes peered down like the owl was scrutinizing all who entered.
Even though she knew it logically didn't make sense, Katara felt like its head was moving ever-so-slightly, as if it was watching her every move. The statue looked ready to come to life and swoop down on them, with its talons reaching for their throats.
A rustling noise echoed through the chamber, and Katara grabbed Sokka's hand and pushed him behind one of the columns. Aang got the professor to safety, as well, and the group waited with held breath.
Then, a disquieting sensation crawled down her spine. She craned her neck around the pillar, just enough to see a dark shape hustle across the library.
The Owl.
Katara's heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. The statue didn't do the real thing any justice at all.
The Owl spirit that Kei claimed patrolled the Library stood tall, easily ten or twenty feet above the ground. His colossal wings, adorned with ancient symbols, cast eerie silhouettes on the library's towering walls. His beak, long and curved, looked sharp enough to cut through metal.
Her dread heightened when she heard a faint, ghostly whisper, a voice that seemed to echo from a dimension beyond their own. It murmured with an unsettling blend of curiosity and malevolence, as if the Owl was aware of their intrusion, but played with them like fragile insects caught in a web.
I know you're back there.
A whisper of movement, like a feathered breath, rustled behind them, and then a chilling hiss emerged from the shadows. With a feeling of creeping inevitability, she turned, and there he was, his colossal form materializing from the darkness, his eyes boring into her very essence.
Zei slowly moved forward, his hands raised in surrender. "Hello, I'm Professor Zei, head of anthropology at Ba Sing Se University. I've been searching for your library for years and years—"
"I have much on my plate already. You should leave back the way you came," Wan Shi Tong said crisply, his feathers ruffling. Kei faltered. "Unless you want to be a stuffed head of anthropology."
Katara felt all of the air leave her lungs. It felt like she was being squeezed alive.
Sokka placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and cleared his throat. "Are you the great spirit who brought this library to the physical world?"
The Owl preened a little bit. Katara had to give her brother some credit. He knew just what to say. Well, once in a while. "Indeed, I am Wan Shi Tong, He Who Knows Ten Thousand Things. And you are obviously humans, which, by the way, are no longer permitted in my study."
Aang took offense to that. Katara held her breath. As much as she had begun to care for Aang as if he were her own family, she knew his immaturity was a real issue. She just hoped he could fight past it and not say something that would make the spirit angry.
His face scrunched up, and he asked, "What do you have against humans?"
Katara slowly released the breath she'd been holding. That could've been worse, all things considered.
Wan Shi Tong whirled his head in a circle, his gaze boring into Aang. Katara suppressed a yelp. "Hm! Humans only bother learning things to get the edge on other humans. Like that firebender who came to this place a few years ago, looking to destroy his enemy."
Sokka's comforting grip on Katara's shoulder loosened. She turned and saw that his forehead was beading with sweat.
Wan Shi Tong turned back to Sokka. The spirit was so close, now, that Katara could see her distorted reflection in his dark eyes. "So...who are you trying to destroy?"
Sokka swallowed as the spirit drew even closer, its beak resting in the space above Sokka's forehead. "What? N-no destroying. We're not into that. We hate that."
Wan Shi Tong blinked. His eyelids closed horizontally, rather than vertically, and the unease Katara felt from before returned with full force. "Then why have you come here?
"Um...knowledge for knowledge's sake?" Sokka replied, a wide grin on his face.
Katara resisted the urge to smack her forehead. She loved her brother, she did, but sometimes he made it a lot harder than he had to.
All of a sudden, Katara was glad that Toph had encouraged them to go inside without her. The last thing they needed as they tried to steal knowledge from a malevolent bird spirit was a little girl bending rocks around and yelling "Die!"
Wan Shi Tong's feathers ruffled, and his wings spread. Sigils began glowing on the underside of his wings, and an oppressive presence began weighing down on Katara. "If you're going to lie to an all-knowing spirit being, you should at least put some effort into it."
Sokka recovered admirably. And by that, Katara meant that he didn't pee his pants. The last thing they needed right now was a repeat of the hunting incident from their childhood. He grabbed Aang and shoved the boy in front of him. "I'm not lying, I'm here with the Avatar, and he's the bridge between our worlds. He'll vouch for me."
"Ow," Aang groaned, before blinking a few times. He smiled pleasantly. "Uh, yeah, I'll vouch. We will not abuse the knowledge in your library, good spirit. You have my word."
Wan Shi Tong calmed down a little bit at Aang's earnest smile. Could the Spirit verify that he was the Avatar? "Hmm, very well. I'll let you peruse my vast collection on one condition. To prove your worth as scholars, you have to contribute some worthwhile knowledge."
Katara thanked her lucky stars that everyone seemed to have something good enough to offer up. Even though she wasn't happy about it, Katara gave up her waterbending scroll. She'd learned all of the forms anyway. It was just nice to have it, after all the work they'd gone through to get it.
Kei gave up a first-edition textbook, Aang scraped by with his wanted poster, and Sokka somehow managed to convince the spirit to take a knot he made up on the spot.
The spirit went to say something else when another voice echoed in the Library.
"Hey, Mr. Spirit," It sounded like a boy. "I don't want to alarm you, but there are some skeletons in your bathroom. Not that it bothered me. I still, uh, handled my business. I'm just saying, though. Maybe some spring cleaning might be in order."
Katara's cheeks felt warm as the boy stepped into view.
Even though he was beaten up, dirty, and stooped with exhaustion, he had an aura of power that made her skin crawl. He had the good looks of royalty—a strong jaw, prominent cheekbones, sea-green eyes, and windblown black hair.
He was wearing a dark green tunic and linen pants—the kind of outfit Katara could imagine some of the citizens in the colonies wearing. She looked at Sokka, who gave her a look that confirmed he felt the power coming from the boy, too.
"And these pants are a little snug," The boy continued, grabbing at the linen pants. "But, still. I appreciate it."
"You're very welcome, Perseus," Wan Shi Tong said, in a much kinder tone than he'd been using with them. "For the knowledge you've provided me, simple clothing and food are the least I could do for you. Come, we must discuss your predicament at greater length."
"Katara will go with you!" Sokka blurted out, and everyone turned to look at him. The look he gave Katara was familiar—it was the same look he used to give her when he wanted her to distract Gran-Gran so he could practice with his axe. Sokka wanted her to distract the spirit. "Won't you, Katara?"
"Definitely," Katara returned pleasantly, hiding her discomfort behind a smile. The things she did for her brother. "If that's alright with you."
"Meh, beats me. The more, the merrier," Perseus returned with an easy-going smile. Katara blushed again.
Perseus reminded her a little bit of Jet, at first. Hopefully, he wouldn't end up the same way. One psycho-killer crush was enough.
"I will permit this," Wan Shi Tong declared as the distrustful edge returned to his voice in full force. He regarded Katara with a look she couldn't place. "Follow, then, waterbender. For your sake, don't interrupt."
In the vast, sprawling expanse of the Library, the presence of the Knowledge Spirit loomed over Katara and Perseus as they were guided through the labyrinthine passages, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished, ancient stone floor.
The eerie illumination from unseen sources cast an ethereal, otherworldly glow on their surroundings, revealing towering shelves filled with dusty tomes that stretched into the gloom.
Katara had heard all kinds of stories about spirits when she was growing up on the South Pole, but being in the presence of one felt unnerving. And it wasn't just the fact that Wan Shi Tong was freakishly tall and alert.
It was something deeper. Something ineffable. The weird feeling wormed through her body and settled in her toes, like a cold sliver of ice that just wouldn't melt. Katara just knew something big was going to happen.
The knowledge contained within the ancient texts was palpable, and the air was heavy with the scent of parchment, leather bindings, and secrets long held. Each book, scroll, and manuscript appeared as a relic of ages past, bearing the weight of countless years of accumulated wisdom, but when Wan Shi Tong moved by, the books began writhing and shrieking.
Much to Katara's dismay, something about Wan Shi Tong was changing the books he was walking past. And she wasn't sure if it was for the better or not.
If Katara listened hard enough, she could hear the soft, haunting murmur of pages whispering something she couldn't make out. Books weren't supposed to do that.
As Wan Shi Tong led them deeper into the heart of the library, the shelves seemed to form an endless labyrinth, each tome coated with a thick layer of dust, as though they had not been touched by human hands for centuries.
Occasionally, they passed alcoves where the skeletal remains of past explorers lay, an eerie reminder of the price of trespassing in this sacred place. The skeletons, almost melding with the surrounding darkness, were posed as if still reaching for some elusive knowledge, their fate forever sealed in the embrace of the Library.
Would they end up like this, too?
Perseus offered Katara a comforting smile, which she hesitantly returned. How could he be so calm in a place like this?
Wan Shi Tong moved with a slow and deliberate grace, his colossal wings brushing against the upper shelves, sending tiny eddies of dust into the air. His eyes, both unnerving and mesmerizing, watched the duo carefully as they marveled at the boundless tomes and scrolls that held the secrets of lost civilizations and long-forgotten arts.
"I've pondered your situation quite a bit," Wan Shi Tong said eventually. They were stopped in front of a small water fountain that bubbled soundlessly. A bronze statue of a baby with wings was placed in the middle, and his cheeks spouted out water. "Based on our conversations and the locations and names you've provided, I've only been able to reach one conclusion, Perseus."
"Percy is fine," Percy amended. Katara noticed the tight set of his jaw. "What is it?"
"There have been stories of people, animals, and other things showing up in this world unannounced throughout history. The validity of some of these claims is…iffy to say the least, though for now, we have no choice but to operate on the assumption that these stories are true. Take this fountain, for example. Its craftsmanship and material are unlike anything that exists in any nation in our world. I happened upon it a great many years ago. I have other odds and ends, as well, but this is the most…extreme. Tell me, does this mean anything to you?"
"I think that's a statue of Cupid, the god of love or something," Percy said after a few minutes of examining the statue. His lips curved into a small smile. "The last time I saw one of these, it was shooting an arrow at me."
"Fascinating," Wan Shi Tong breathed. "If what you're claiming is true, I hypothesize that these encounters all originate from a realm beyond the Spirit World. One that can only be accessed from time to time, at random."
"The Spirit World?" Percy repeated, biting his lip. "Please tell me that's an amusement park super close to here."
"No. The Spirit World is a parallel plane of reality that coexists alongside the physical world inhabited by humans. It is home to the spirits, a vast range of paranormal and supernatural entities that often embody different aspects of life and nature. I am one of those spirits," Wan Shi Tong explained patiently. "As such, I'm aware of the inner workings of the Spirit World. The energy that feeds into the Spirit World…it comes from a series of rivulets that sprout all along the landscape, though as I mentioned, events like this occur randomly. I believe that this energy comes from different worlds."
Different worlds?
Katara almost blurted out a question, but she kept quiet. She remembered the warning look in Wan Shi Tong's eyes and figured her best course of action was to keep her mouth shut.
She looked at Percy again. Katara felt a twinge of sympathy at the haunted look on his face. He looked lost.
"Different worlds," Percy repeated, pressing his palm to his forehead and sighing. His voice was frayed with exhaustion. "Somehow, none of this even surprises me anymore. How do I get back?"
"I'm not sure," Wan Shi Tong answered honestly. His voice was softer than she'd ever heard it before. "Your best course of action would be to ask the Avatar for help. He is the bridge between the Spirit World and the current plane of existence you're on. Furthermore, he can consult hundreds upon hundreds of years of memories of his past lives. If there is a way back, he is your best chance of finding it."
Percy's eyebrows scrunched together. "What's an Avatar? Like, a video game?"
"What is a video game?" Wan Shi Tong countered.
"Uh, it's this game you play on your television," Percy responded, and Wan Shi Tong made a go-on gesture with his wing. Percy made a gesture with his hands like he was holding something. "Which is a combination of, um, light pixels and stuff, that's beamed onto a screen made of glass or something. Kind of like pictures that move."
"Fascinating," Wan Shi Tong purred again. "Alas, the Avatar is nothing like what you've just described. The Avatar is the master of all four elements and the only one who can bend all of them. It is considered the Avatar's duty to master the four bending arts and use that power to keep balance and peace among the four nations of the world, as well as between mankind and spirits. That is why I think he may be able to help you. As luck would have it, he is here now. Would you like me to fetch him?"
"That would be awesome," Percy said with a tight smile. "Thank you, Mr. Spirit."
"The pleasure is all mine, Perseus. Please, browse amongst my library and peruse any resources you would like. A new world brings forth unlimited possibilities," Wan Shi Tong said before spreading his wings and shooting up into the air.
"Boy, that guy gives me the creeps," Percy said after looking around. His gaze rested on a skeleton that was sandwiched between two gigantic textbooks. "I know he's being helpful and stuff, but my danger sense is going off. I think we need to get out of here."
"I think so too. He is scary," Katara agreed. For once, someone agreed with her! "What was all of that talk about you being from another world?"
"Ah, yeah," Percy rubbed the back of his head. "Long story. I don't even fully understand it yet. Everything seems so different here. Like, uh, when he meant bend all elements, was he talking about chemistry or something?"
"No, he meant bend like this," Katara said, settling into one of her waterbending forms and gently pulling a stream of water out of the fountain. It snaked out of the water and slowly moved toward them. "Bending is like…controlling the elements. And people can control one of four elements."
"But the Avatar can bend all four of them?"
"He can learn how to," Katara clarified, letting the water fall back down. The ripples splashed against the edge of the fountain. "He doesn't know just yet. Is bending not…surprising to you?"
Percy gave her a lopsided smile. "Nah. Well, kind of, but where I come from, people can do way weirder stuff."
Katara was intrigued. She stepped closer to Percy. "Like what?"
"Like this," Percy grinned, holding up his hand. His eyes glowed with power for a moment. Suddenly, a wave of water rose into the air and stood suspended above the fountain.
What kind of waterbending stance is that?
Katara saw the water molecules in the air respond to his command, coalescing into a shimmering, translucent sphere. As the sphere grew and shifted, the liquid crystal shimmered, its surface mirroring the ancient, dusty tomes that lined the library's shelves.
With a surge of motion, Percy's hand clenched, and the sphere transformed into a fist of water. The fluid appendage was a sight to behold, glistening and powerful, yet obedient to his command. Drops of water cascaded from his makeshift limb.
"It's not perfect. I'm a little out of it," Percy admitted, letting the water fall back down. "I woke up here, not too long ago. If I can get some real meals and work out a bit, I should be able to do that even easier."
"How did you…can you show me how to do that?" Katara asked instantly. The way Percy controlled the water was so…unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Even Master Pakku couldn't will the water to move like that, and he'd been training for decades! "Please?"
"Uh, sure. I can try. Basically, you want to…" Percy said with a smile, but his smile died when the library began shaking. "What's going on?"
Wan Shi Tong's angry voice roared from somewhere above them. "You think you're the first person to believe their war was justified? Countless others before you have come here seeking weapons or weaknesses or battle strategies!"
"Katara," Percy said, his voice hardening. His head was whirling around the library, and his eyes were closed in concentration. "I think he's sinking the Library! We need to leave, now!"
The anxious feeling from before overwhelmed her. Not trusting her voice, Katara simply nodded and chased after Percy, who sprinted back in the direction they'd been walking in.
"This could get ugly," Percy said to her as he pulled out a bronze-looking cylinder. "That talking owl has been super nice so far, but I don't think he's feeling too friendly right now."
Eventually, the duo found their way back to the room they'd been in before. Sokka and Aang returned with a scroll in their hands, right as Wan Shi Tong appeared behind them, his wings outstretched and ready.
A surge of protectiveness surged through Katara, and she raised both of her hands. Wan Shi Tong laughed as claws pricked to life at the edge of his wings, "Your waterbending won't do you much good here. I've studied Northern water style, Southern water style, even Foggy Swamp style."
"I bet you haven't studied this!" Percy said, pulling the cap off his pen. To Katara's surprise, a long, glowing blade erupted from the hilt.
"After all the help I've given you?" Wan Shi Tong bellowed as columns of sand began trickling down from the ceiling. Sokka and Aang slowly tiptoed behind the Spirit as he continued his tirade. "I should have killed you where you stood."
"Better monsters have tried," Percy grinned. "Besides, your diet sucks, dude. Who eats nuts and stuff all the time?"
"I AM AN OWL, YOU DIMWIT!" Wan Shi Tong screeched. Sokka dropped out of the sky behind Wan Shi Tong and smashed his bag into his head, crumpling the Spirit instantly.
They made their way out of the sinking library, just as it was enveloped by the desert behind them. Katara couldn't remember a time she'd been happier to see sand.
"Oh, thank goodness!" Sokka said, shoveling across the sand and grabbing Katara in a bear hug. "That was insane!"
"Yeah," Katara whispered, closing her eyes and sinking into the embrace.
Somewhere to her left, she heard Percy ask, "Hey, you alright? I mean, I saw you get blasted backward in the sand and stuff…"
"I can't see," Toph said plainly. "My feet are covered in sand."
"Oh. You can't see because of your feet…this word is so confusing," Percy replied slowly. "Here. I'll help you up."
Aang's voice joined Percy's, "Hey, where's Appa? Did you send him to get some supplies?"
"Aang…" Toph said sadly as Percy helped her up. She grabbed onto his arm like a lifeline. "There were these…men. And I think they had nets or something, but they trapped Appa and I…I…"
Aang's voice turned enraged. "Nets? Were they poachers? Wait—is that where Appa is? How could you let them take Appa? Why didn't you stop them ?"
Toph stammered out, "I couldn't! The library was sinking! You guys were still inside and—"
"You could've come to get us. I could've saved him!" Aang roared. Katara saw the scowl on Aang's face and disentangled from Sokka. She began walking toward him.
"Dude, lay off. If she's the one who held up that sinking tower, you should be thanking her. I felt the base give. We would've all been dead in seconds," Percy came to Toph's defense. Unhelpfully, he added, "Plus, she can't see!"
"What the new guy said! Kind of!" Toph added, raising her arms, "I can hardly feel any vibrations out here. The sandbenders snuck up on me and there wasn't time for—"
"You just didn't care! You never liked Appa! You wanted him gone!" Aang said harshly, and Katara saw tears start to form in Toph's eyes.
Katara tried to summon her inner peacemaker, despite the uneasy feeling that was still lodged in the pit of her stomach. "Aang, stop it. You know Toph did all she could. She saved our lives."
"That's all any of you guys care about, yourselves! You don't care whether Appa is okay or not! I'm going after Appa." Aang shot into the air and disappeared into the shifting sands.
Katara tried to walk back to Sokka, but her footsteps felt heavy. With every step she took in the desert, her heart pounded in her chest, and her mind swirled with the mysteries and wonders that had barraged them. Percy, with his weird blend of water bending. The sinking library. And now, Appa…
As the sand and stone beneath her shifted and tilted, Katara, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, crumpled to her knees. Dust and sand clung to her clothes, and her hair tangled in the whirlwind of movement.
Sokka helped her up, and they hobbled over to Percy and Toph. "Hey, Perseus, was it?"
"Percy. Nice to meet you, Mr. Avatar! When we get out of here, we should talk about you using your magic wizard powers—"
"I'm not the Avatar," Sokka said with a confused look. Percy's face fell. "Aang is."
Percy stared into the sky, his bright green eyes narrowing. "You mean, that little kid that just shot off into the air?"
"Yep. That's the one. He should be back…eventually."
Percy closed his eyes and sighed. "Oh. Great. So, I'm going to be stuck here forever."
AN: Hey, everyone. This is a pilot chapter for a new crossover I have in the works. As you can tell, it's a Percy Jackson and an Avatar The Last Airbender crossover, so this should be lots of fun. This is a shorter chapter than I'll usually post, but I just want to gauge interest before I really sink my teeth into anything.
Some things on the horizon for this fic, well, the pairing will be Percy/Katara, Percy will be pretty OP, some Percy and Sokka and Percy and Zuko bromance, Jealous!Aang...and yeah! Lots of other fun stuff, but I don't want to give away too much right now. You guys know me. The POV will shift between Katara and Percy, but it will be mainly Percy.
Major shoutouts are in order. One, for Greed720. If you haven't read his PJO/ATLA crossover, I highly recommend it. It's called Carry on My Wayward Son, and it was actually the story that pushed me into writing this one. Furthermore, he was a huge help in getting the pilot set up, and he helped me explain a lot of the things under the hood so far. So please, if you haven't read his work, check him out.
And, of course, Manke! Manke was also a huge help in getting this set up, and he is my favorite crossover author on the site right now. He has a ton of fresh ideas, and he has a crossover coming out right now, too. Definitely check him out if you like my stuff. He always writes things in a way that makes them feel like reinventions of tropes and reworks of stories, plus the quality is always top-notch.
When I last checked, we agreed about uploading around the same time, kind of like a planned triple-upload so if you read this and have a burning desire to read more PJO/ATLA stuff, check out their profiles.
Last, but definitely not least, Etko is going to be the beta for this story. Me and him are sort of like LeBron and DWade at this point, and I couldn't do any of this without him. So, as always, thank you Etko!
Finally, as I mentioned, this is a pilot, so if you like anything you see or want to see more, please show your support by following, sending a favorite, or dropping a review. This will help me gauge interest a bit better. If people like the story, I can and will crank out more. Please PM me as well, if you so desire. Thanks!
- Maroon