part one:

the people in my world essentially live in a place called Nyxoria, which is about two million years in the future. however, there isn't that much development as compared to now, because there was a huge apocalypse that wiped out most of the planet, and humans had to restart from their basic necessities.

they don't have a religion: as per, they don't believe in such a thing as a ‘God’, or anything of that matter, as they have the science and technology to prove that they don't exist. however, they never even thought of such a thing existing until they found scripts, dialects, movies and books of the olden times (two million years back in the past, roughly) and found out that humans used to believe in such a thing. most of the people of Nyxoria believe in one, common aspect: humanity.

unfortunately, however, they have quite an unfair system. they have a council, known as the Alliance, who controls most of the decisions. the council is consisted of the nobility. there are nobles all over Nyxoria, from lords, ladies, dukes, duchesses, barons, baronesses, and more.

the nobility have utmost control over Nyxoria. only the nobility are allowed to become a part of the army, to work for the council. and things such as that. essentially, they believe blood to be purer than any substance, and that it defines them. they believe that a noble bloodline is purer than all and that they have better strengths and skills. however, this isn't widely believed, but what the council tries to enforce at time, although most people just discard it. the council eventually gave up trying to implement it, although the nobility is still the only one allowed to become a part of the army and to work for the council.

in Nyxoria, there are people with an unusual sixth sense: power. these people are known as the Vindicta, and are blamed for the ongoing plague. the Vindicta are locked up in cells (used to previously be killed, but the council decided to be more humane) and not allowed to interact with citizens. most nyxorians believe that the Vindicta are the cause for the plague, as that is what the rumour is spread as from two million years back. however, as secrets are starting to unfold, people are more doubtful if what they were told to believe was right at all…

part two:

https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/654071588/ -> proof is there in the sprites!

part three:

The castle was huge.
It had a deep red colour that reminded Ria just of the tinge of fresh blood. The towers loomed over her and twisted into a series of elegant turns, forming a circling spire. The balustrades jutted out impressively with columns and pillars that shone in the sunlight. Grand arches of mahogany were in the centre-most, setting an entrance.

In front of it, Ria took a deep breath and adjusted her lenses, readying herself. She switched on her mic and spoke into it.
“Blitz, I'm ready.”

Instantly, her lenses flashed and a holographic light blue projection spread out in front of her. She could see the 3D layout of the castle in front of her, complete with every detail of each nook and cranny.

She stealthily climbed up the gate using the camouflage feature, using the bars as handholds and footholds for her to progress. Once she reached the top, she braced herself and jumped, landing smoothly on the ground without any injury.

“I'm in,” she whispered.

A guard snapped to attention as Ria winced–he must have detected her voice. He pointed his sword out and slowly walked around. “Show yourself,” he growled.

The guard next to him did the same. She pointed her sword and almost came an inch reach of Ria, who quickly scrambled along the hallway to escape them.

Suddenly, a figure landed next to her. Ria darted around to see Theo, smirking as he pulled out his knife.
“Thought you might need backup,” he whispered as he twirled his knife. He was wearing a camouflage suit as well, with a utility belt that held his weapons and a vial of sleeping potion in extreme necessities. Ria’s own belt contained similar items.

“Theo,” Ria whispered with relief. “Can you make us invisible? A guard almost caught me back there.” Theo smiled. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He thrusted his hands, casting an illusion over them and making them disappear. Their outlines faded to a blur, but they were completely invisible to the surrounding guards. Ria felt like she was made out of dissipating smoke with every step that she took. Her body didn’t feel solid, and she could barely see her own self.

“I can’t hold it for long,” Theo said. “I’m already exhausted from today morning’s events. We’re going to have to do whatever we came to do quickly, because I don’t have that much stamina to hold it for long.”

Ria nodded. “Then we’re going to have to run.”
They ran as fast as they could in the hallways, narrowly running around and dodging the patrolling guards. As time trolled on, Theo’s face paled and sweat ran down his forehead.

“I can’t anymore,” he said weakly.
Then their invisibility wore off.

The guards quickly saw them and pointed their swords. A guard saw their lenses and her eyes widened. “Shut down the power!”
Instantly, the lens power died down and it was no more. Ria cursed. They had no backup, no camouflage, no invisibility, and they were surrounded.
They were on their own.

Ria took out her other dagger and held them both in her hands. She crouched in a bracing position, ready to attack. “Stay behind me,” she yelled to Theo, who nodded. He was in no position to argue, with his energy drained and his consciousness fading. “Wait,” he said. “I have enough energy to get the staff. I’ll get it while you fight? Hopefully backup will come soon.”
Ria nodded, and gave him a smile. “Good luck.”

The guards attacked.
Instantly, Ria was on her feet, slashing and hitting with her blades. She dodged and side-stepped, slashed and stabbed, all at once. A figure dropped beside her and she turned to see Avery, one of her best friends, giving her a grin.

“Couldn’t leave you alone, could I?” Avert asked with a smile. “You always get into trouble when I leave for five minutes,” She rolled her eyes as she fought alongside Ria.

Ria got slashed in the forehead, and blood poured out. She groaned as she got punched in the stomach, and she weakly fought against the guards. However, since it was a late night shift on a weekend–there weren’t much of them, and suddenly, they didn’t seem that outnumbered anymore.

Ria turned to see that Theo was back, looking better and not as exhausted as he was before. “I got the staff!” He yelled. “Run!”

Instantly, they all made a run for it. Avery used her light powers to boost their speed, having regained some energy as well. She hadn’t used them earlier while they were fighting because she was exhausted form using her power earlier, but she had reboosted her energy.

Finally, they climbed the gates and Ria smiled, sheathing her daggers and tucking them into her utility belt.
“We made it.”

part four


The sun was setting peacefully across the sky as Ria walked inside the building, following Theo and Blitz.
It looked like an old style restaurant. There was rock music playing in the background, and there were numbered tables and chairs everywhere. There was a rope hanging from the ceiling, and from it was a WELCOME! sign.

“What is this place, Theo? How do you know it?” Ria asked, feeling slightly uneasy as she looked around. People were talking in hushed tones, and she had a feeling it was somewhat related to them.

At the corner of the room, there was a long table with eight chairs. The man in the head chair got up.

He had brown hair, tanned skin, and light brown eyes. He looked to be middle-aged and had a twisted smile upon his face. He looked slightly familiar, and Ria got the feeling that he wasn’t as friendly as some people thought he was.

“Theo…” Ria spoke in low tones. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “I’ve got this.”

“Theo!” The man said with a smile. “Welcome back!” He said as he knelt and opened his arms for an embrace.

Theo hesitated only slightly before going up and hugging him. The man hadn’t needed to kneel, because Theo was almost as tall as him anyway.
“Is the package with you?” He asked, and Theo slightly turned his head towards Blitz and Ria before nodding. “Yeah,” he whispered, but loud enough for Ria to hear it.

The man had only now seemed to realise that they had come. He looked up and his gaze lingered on Ria for a while. He then laughed, patting Theo the back.

“Good job, Theo! I see you’ve brought our prisoners and the plague cure. I’m proud of you, my son.”

I see you've brought our prisoners.
I see you've brought our prisoners.
I see you've brought our prisoners.
I'm proud of you, my son.
I'm proud of you, my son.
My son.

Ria’s blood ran cold as she processed his words.
Her legs turned to molten lava. Her heart dropped in her chest. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

Theo wouldn’t Theo wouldn’t Theo wouldn’t Theo wouldn’t-

“Dad, that wasn’t part of the deal-” He started, but then backed off when the man–his dad–looked at him.
“Theo?” Blitz asked in horror. “You can’t have–” He broke off, not being able to process.

“Theo! Theo, you can’t be going along with this,” Ria said. Her heart had sank and her tears were springing back, but Theo just looked down and avoided her gaze.

I can’t have gone through all that for nothing, just for Theo- to- to- betray us….

“Take them to the cells,” his dad said as he waved his hand. “Meanwhile, we’ll have a welcome back party for my son! It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Theodore?”
Ria knew how much Theo hated being called his full name, but he just nodded and mumbled. “Yeah, it has.”

“Theo-” Ria started, her voice breaking and tears starting to run down her face, but two guards stopped her and held her from the sides. She yelled with her hoarse voice and thrashed and kicked, but they held on firmly and took her upstairs. They opened her backpack and took everything, including the precious, small vial of the plague cure.

Ria was deposited inside a small, white cell and separated from Blitz, who’s face had also been tearstained the last time she’d seen him.

Ria hated small spaces.

For the first time since the day had started, she had time to think about what had just happened.

She’d failed. She had been taught one thing her entire life: she couldn’t fail. Not at anything she put her mind to.
She would succeed.
But she hadn’t, the one time when it had mattered the most.

I failed.
I failed.
I failed.
I failed.

Terror seized her veins. Her heart pounded against her chest and it became hard to breathe. Ria tried taking deep slow breaths, but-

it’s not working.
It’s not working.
It’s not working.

Panic and fear bubbled on the surface and exploded like a heated volcano. She trembled uncontrollably, and her head hurt a lot. She felt dizzy, and she couldn’t grasp her surroundings that well.

She tried her best to think, to picture her surroundings and to feel. She tried her best to take deep breaths, focus on her five senses, and calm down…

Ria calmed down and tried to put her brain towards finding a way to get out of the place. What could they do? They were trapped, without any way of escaping. All she could feel was pain and hurt. Emotionally and physically. Her legs hurt, her hands hurt, her eyes hurt-

Ria froze. My eyes hurt?

Her hands trembling, she reached up into her eyes to find… The lenses.

With those, she could communicate with Blitz. They could conjure a holographic projection map of the place and make a plan.

They could escape.

Aurora's alarm woke her up with a start.

She cursed as she looked at the time. She was late. The party had already started.

She quickly got ready as she scrambled to make ends meet. Finally, she finished and smiled, putting on her camouflage jet-black suit. It had a gun and a holster, a utility belt, a dagger, a sleeping potion and a rag.

It was her fifteenth birthday.
The twelve specialised fae had been invited to bestow blessings upon her. Aurora cocked her head and smirked as put on a dress on top of it, disguising the suit.

The only thing was that they didn't know who she really was.
An assassin.

She went downstairs to find her father, the King already on his throne. Aurora had never known her mother, as she'd died when she was young of unknown causes.

The twelve fae folk were already seated at the table, and gave smiles and greeting towards Aurora. She pretended to be flattered as she curtsied to them and gave a wide, naive smile.

“We wish you a very warm golden birthday,” the fairy at the head said with a smile. “We have been watching you, and want to bestow blessings upon you.”

We have been watching you.
Aurora knew that was a lie, or else they would've known about her true mission. She forced a smile onto her face and looked baffled and modest. “I'm honoured, really. Thank you so much!”

Aurora crossed her fingers. Hopefully they would bless her with something that would make her more skilled, and could help her kill them… The fae folk were incredibly vain and saved their magical powers mostly for themselves. Aurora forced herself to stop the bitterness escaping onto her face.

The first fairy wished her to have good health. Aurora sighed. She knew it wouldn't be that helpful, since it was the fae folk, but good health? That was incredibly proposterous. Even a five year old could have come up with something better.

One by one, the twelve fairies wished her. Good heart, beauty, song?
What types of gifts are these? Aurora thought incredulously in her mind as she smiled and looked honored. Seriously. Gift of song? Really?

She was on the fifth fairy, when suddenly the attack began.

The stained-glass window shattered and shards rained down on them heavily. The King yelled and the fae looked startled as vines entangled and twisted themselves up to form an intricate vine and leaves gate.

A fae was floating there, her hands and her body glowing. Her irises were yellow, and she was slightly translucent and hummed with power. Her hair was ablaze with fire and her expression was filled with wrath.

“Oh, look!” She remarked as she flew in and landed, with a twisted smile. “It's a party. And guess what? The most powerful fairy, the thirteenth one… Wasn't invited.”

One of the fae folk stood up. “Lena. This was for your own good. You're getting too caught up in your own ways.”

The fairy, Lena, laughed and walked around. “Come on, we all know the truth. You're too scared of me, because I'm more powerful than your head fairy. Isn't that true? Well, Aurora,” she faced the assassin princess. “I have something to tell you.”

She swept her hand and walked towards her. Aurora was baffled, but she stood strong as the fairy walked towards her.

“Your entire life has been a lie,” the fairy said with a crooked smile as she placed a hand on her. “The story that your mother died? It's false.”

“You are a half-fairy. Your mother is alive, and she's me.”

this is about the serpens consolation – the only constellation to be split into two parts! I found it really intriguing, so here's a a short story about it ;D this was pretty fun to write but also really simple

note: formatting is VERY messed up and copy pasted from docs. how to read it: line by line. when you come to the contrapuntal poem (the thing with two columns) there's a different way to read that. first way, you read the first column by itself. second way, you read the second column by itself. third way, you read it line by line all together, so it's like three poems in one.

it's a very rough draft again, haha. critique very much appreciated!!

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, our story starts like all fairy tales do. With a main character.

The girl heard their distant songs, each a bizarre, whimsical, and unique melody

Some sounded like bells, others like a piano, still more like the deep and soulful sounds of a cello or viola, maybe

The girl lived in a village that was at the border of a forest- the type of forest that is golden and green and all the colors of nature during the day, but dark and forbidding at night- and not far from their small village resided a small rocky ledge.

The ledge wasn’t that big, only wide enough for one person to stand- or sit- on and watch the stars.

he girl told them stories. Stories of a skilled archer named Orion, of the vain queen Cassiopeia, of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor and zodiac signs (all twelve of them). Slowly, one by one, the stars found another (or three) who was similar to them.

And the girl thought, “Ew, no. I, like, just met you.” But the prince was very insistent, and eventually, the girl agreed (for unknown reasons).

And as months and years passed, the girl grew sadder, her heart becoming heavier with each passing day. And the prince was there too (let’s not forget him).

And she would be happy,
her well-worn legs -
tree-trunk strong, her husband said -
(apparently a compliment.)
scampering
up so many peaks
in her beloved mountains.

Now, I look up at them:
the twinkling -
just the glint in her eye
when we laughed about
cake in the freezer
or how many? trips to Tesco
or how to say tuna (I was always right).

But she was so much brighter than the spotlight.
Her laugh rang so much truer than a violin.
Her presence just as warm
as medals glinting on summer days
and capsized kayaks scattered with cookie crumbs,
and sunbathing on the school field,
the happy screaming of children
and squawking of seagulls
and friends around me -
things she never saw me do.

Maybe she is shining through,
somewhere,
her spirit sitting
on top of a mountain,
wrapped in clouds like her favourite jumper,
watching me dance,
no doubt being nosy to the spirit sitting next to her.
Or maybe,
she is a soft summer breeze in the mountains,
an inside joke,
A standing ovation.

And maybe one day,
after I have lived so much more
and added so many more memories
and views and people
to my constellation,
we can go on a walk again,

her light guiding me
back down the lane.

“Like the soft ache after a long class”

“I would’ve -
should’ve -
danced wilder if
I’d known they were the last times…”

Part one

I’m not too sure if this has been done before, but my idea of this weekly is to create your own fantasy kingdom!

I want people to be able to visualise and create an imaginative fantasy kingdom all from a weekly.

This could be really helpful for people in their own novels and stories, as at times creating fantasy kingdoms can be hard and open up loopholes. You have to develop a world, the type of people that inhabit that world, their laws, their customs..

But this weekly would be to set out the basis for that worldbuilding and really help do that! After all, if we’re too scared to start, when will we?

This weekly will aim to make it easier to create fantasy kingdoms without any loopholes, and one that’s imaginative.

You’d be able to think: what kind of world do I have? Dystopian, utopian, dream-like, horror, etc.? What type of people inhabit my kingdom? What creature? Are they human? Are they elven? What are the laws that are common there? What kind of customs do they revolve around? Who rules the kingdom? Why? Who makes sure these laws are being enforced? Are the people of your place happy? Why? Why not?

Part two:

Part one: Welcome to part one of this weekly! In this, you’ll be writing 200 words to set a basis of your fantasy kingdom. Look at this workshop first. Make sure to write about what people they have and what customs it has.! Make sure to go wild with your imagination, and have fun!

Part two: Now that that’s done, try and set up a legal system for your kingdom in 200 words! Is there anything unusual? What kind of social hierarchy does your fantasy kingdom have? Are there any problems?

Part three: For your next part, you’ll be explaining and talking about what makes it a fantasy kingdom. Is there any magic? What kind of magic? Are there different types? Who all has this kind of magic? If not, see what else makes it fantasy like, and make sure to go wild!

Part four: For the final part of this weekly, you’ll be writing a story of 200 words about a character in this world. It could be about anything, but make sure to include all the necessary details and avoid any loopholes in your fantasy kingdom. Have fun!

How To Make Your Own Fantasy Kingdom: 101

Welcome, writers! Today, we’ll be going over how to write your own fantasy kingdom, and avoid any loopholes.

The setting

First, you need to establish a setting. Where is this happening? What’s the kind of climate that is centered around that region? Is it cold all the time, or does it have a moderate climate? Make sure to delve on this and make it as descriptive as you can. For example, your setting can be a cold climate where frozen volcanoes are common. When they erupt, instead of lava – freezing snow/rain/ice comes out! This could help set a unique fantasy setting to your story.

The people

Next, you need to decide the kind of people that inhabit that place. Are they human, or some other creature entirely? Do they have any features that distinguish them? For example, you could have a new race of elves that are descended from dragons, and can shapeshift into them at will. However, learning this type of magic is hard and usually takes a lot of time, from up to six months to a year.

The customs
Of course, every set of people have their own customs and traditions that they follow. Is there a festival that is celebrated usually at a certain time of the year? For example, a festival where twigs are reused to create structures and traded for the joy of giving and appreciation of all things in life could be celebrated every September.

Magic

A very important part of your fantasy kingdom is to establish: what makes it fantasy? What gives it that distinct feature? Is there a type of magic that’s prominent there? Who has these powers? Is there a specific bloodline, or is it random and scattered? For example, you could have just one bloodline that are descended from dragons, and can shapeshift into them at will. This magic is extremely tough, though, and usually takes a lot of time, from up to six months to a year.

Conclusion

To conclude, I hope you learnt about how to write a fantasy kingdom successfully! Please keep in mind to avoid any loopholes and think about your kingdom to every single detail, noting if things match or not. Good luck!

Part four:

(For the lack of effort, I simply chose to do Percy Jackson fanfiction)

Part one:

The world is set in modern U.S.A, with the government being in a normal contemporary setting. The people in this speak american english, as normal! There are mythological creatures in every corner–more specifically, greek mythological creatures. Examples of these include the Minotaur, Medusa, etc. All the gods and goddesses of the Greek world are also present here, like Zeus, Artemis, etc. They are said to be living on the 600th floor of the Empire State Building. A camp for the children of these gods is set up, to make sure they survive in this dangerous world of monsters. It’s called Camp Half-Blood, and they each have different powers and skill sets based off their parents abilities, who are gods. The camp director is Chiron, and Dionysus helps manage. However, Dionysus is stingy as he’s only doing his job as a punishment for chasing an off-limit nymph, leading him to working at Camp Half Blood. In this story, Percy Jackson is the main protagonist, with his friends Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood being his sidekicks, the big brain and the comic relief! All of them have an incredibly important role in the story that unfolds. It’s the world of greek mythology, so they need all the help they can get in this world of monsters.

Part two:

Percy Jackson is a bit taller than average. He has sea green eyes and black hair. He’s the boyfriend of our very own wise girl, annabeth chase! He’s called seaweed brain by her for not being the smartest in things like her, but he is a team leader and good at what he does. He’s really good at swordfighting and the son of poseidon and therefore has water powers. Has a lot of sass, which is why we call him persassy. Real attitude, he’s got there! Raised by his very incredible parent, sally jackson.

Annabeth chase! The smart one of the trio, the one who always has a plan and gets them out of the mess. The girlfriend of the protagonist, percy jackson. She’s genuinely so brilliant and the daughter of athena, and has sewing skills as well. She’s really good at fighting with her dagger and has sharp grey eyes. She has blonde hair and a NY yankees cap that makes her invisible! Nicknamed wise girl for a reason.

Last but definitely not least, we come to grover underwood! The very funny enchilada obsessed satyr, he always makes jokes and eats furniture and cans when nervous. Half goat and half human, he’s the accomplice who made sure that percy and annabeth successfully reached camp. They owe him their lives, as they all owe each other.

Part three:

- College applications! Percy jackson has to write an essay. What will he do?
- Annabeth dying of laughter, making him write his own
- Sally and paul at the table, watching him as estelle tries to make him laugh
- Percy has very funny essay starter ideas, can’t think of something
- Begs annabeth and tells her it will be her fault if he doesn’t get into college. Annabeth finds this miraculously funny and doesn’t lift a finger
- Speech about betrayal and how she should be a better friend
- Percy calls grover and pleads for help for something very important
- Grover rushes, thinking it’s something about a monster. But nope! Just… college essays
- Grover shakes his head and gives percy some very non-helpful ideas
- Everybody is dying of laughter at the dinner table
- Percy writes a bad essay on a bad prompt
- Annabeth gets some fun out of teasing him and then gives him an actual prompt
- Percy thanks annabeth a lot and promises to make her cookies, which she smiles at. She will make sure he keeps that promise, or else…
- Percy attempts to write his essay with the prompt that annabeth did. Annabeth helps him here and there. Grover adds funny tidbits. The end of the story

Part four

I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

I have to write an essay. An essay! Gods know I suck at that. I’d rather fight the Minotaur with a hot pink suit than write an essay.

“Mom,” I said. “I need helppp. What do I even write?”
My mom laughs from the living room. I groan and shake my head. This calls for only one person.

Annabeth Chase, my girlfriend.
As I wait for her to come, I search up ideas on a laptop to cover my glaringly blank google doc. The door opens and I look up from my seat to see Annabeth.

“Annabeth! Thank the gods, I need your help.”
She raises her eyebrows. “What for?”

“I have an essay and I don’t know what to write,” I explain. My brain is out of ideas like those bowling racks at Bowling Forever! when I ask them for a size 8 ball.

Annabeth laughs. “Too bad, Seaweed Brain. I’m not helping you with that.”

Paul makes some cheerios for Estelle and sits down with her on the dining table, and my mom joins. He squints. “What happened? What do you need help for?”

I explain my dilemma. “Annabeth is refusing to help. Will you be my questguider on this seemingly impossible quest?”

Annabeth laughs and shakes her head. “Mr.Blofis, just leave him be,” she rolls her eyes. “He needs to find out how to write his own essay.”
“See, but I need prompts. What do I even write about?”

“Cars!” Estelle suggests as she makes a zooming motion. “Whee.”
I rack my brain to think of any ideas. “A zebra who feels left out of it’s gang because it’s stripes are weirdly shaped,” I suggest. Annabeth facepalms, and Paul looks amused.
“Write about something more… personal,” he suggests.
“What do you mean? That is personal. That’s the story of Zeff,”
“Uh.. Maybe-” Paul starts. Annabeth laughs. “He’s just joking around. We know no Zebra named Zeff.”

I groan. “Annabeth, please help. This essay is very important. I need a starter idea. If I mess this up, I won’t get into college.”
Annabeth just raises her eyebrows. “You’ll forever have to live with the guilt that because of you your boyfriend never got into college.” I say.
Estelle makes another zooming sound. “Airplane! Whoosh. Pu-ple! Pur-pal!”

Annabeth, for some reason, finds my heartfelt speech very funny. “I’m betrayed, Annabeth,” I say, putting a hand on my heart. “I thought we were friends. You’ve betrayed me.”

I try to rack my brain for ideas. Pizza hut gets a new pizza. Green food goes viral. I make cake.
I sigh and do what I do when there’s nothing I can do.
I call my best friend, Grover.

“Grover! I need some immediate help. This is very important. Not a drill.”
Grover bleats. “Percy? Are you in trouble? I’ll come right around!”
A few minutes later, Grover arrives, panting.

“What happened? Percy? Annabeth?”
Annabeth shakes his head. “Seaweed Brain over here is being dramatic because he can’t write his college essay.”

Grover sighs. “Hey! I was about to have a nice cheesy enchilada. I had to give it to Senius.” He shakes his head. “Maybe write about enchiladas. How delicious Louis XVI furniture is! You guys should really try it.”
I can tell my mom’s trying not to laugh.

Since no one’s giving me better ideas, I start writing an essay on enchiladas.

Enchiladas are very cool. They’re food that my best friend likes to eat. Enchiladas. They have edible stuff. Tomatoes. Cheese. Stuff that goes in enchiladas.

I groan and delete my google document. “I give up. What do i even write about?”
Annabeth laughs. “Enchiladas are very cool? Have edible stuff? Jeez, Percy, didn’t realise.”
“Fine,” she says. “How about, you write about something that’s meaningful to you. That’s personal to you, and you really have a connection with it.”

“Like?” I ask, out of ideas.
“Blue food! It’s something unique, that they’ll like, shows your love for food, and your connection with your mom.” My mom gives her a smile and gives her a side hug.

“THANK YOU.” I say. Finally, I got a good idea. “I promise to bake you cookies sometime in your honour.”
“I will make sure you do,” Annabeth smiles.
Finally, I get to work on my actual essay. Colleges, here I come.