clarisse has a fatal flaw of honor in this essay i will

I love this book. It is just so good.

My thoughts on Queen of Shadows: (Spoilers ahead)

-Aedion trying to die before Aelin can save him got me feeling miserable. I understood his thought process but is still made me sad thinking that he wouldn‘t get to see his cousin again. But of course Dorian/Valg prince knew it and saved him. Part of me was happy that Aedion was saved but also kind of sad because i was scared what would happen next.

-Chaol was out of line calling Aelin a monster and how he behaved. I can understand being scared of things you don‘t understand or being scared of things you see like somebody getting gutted etc. But he knows her. I was very annoyed with his behaviour. He got better over the course of the book and he did help Aelin and her court which was great. I am sorry for him that he can‘t walk anymore. I hope he gets better. I feel like he is important for the rest of the story.

-Dorian fighting against the Valg prince made me so happy. Most of his chapters made me very sad though. The meeting between Dorian and Manon got me all excited for the future. And in the end when she went to go and see him. I loved that. I need more of it. Also i need more time with all of them together. The whole dynamic between Dorian and his Court and Aelin and hers.

-I was so confused why Asterin fought so hard against Manon. In the end it all made so much sense. I very strongly disliked the matron of the blackbeaks but after Asterin‘s story i really really hate her. I knew Manon was great but her helping Elide in her twisted way was in my opinion great character development. I just hope she pushes back against the matron and their twisted, gruesome rules/believes/behaviours.

-Elide what is in store for you? She has such a horrible uncle. What an asshole. But she is so brave. Planing her escape and standing her ground against Manon, sleeping next to Abraxos and not being scared to death. I hope her future has a lot of happy moments. She certainly deserves it.

-I disliked Lysandra when I firsr met her in The Assassin‘s blade. She was too entitled and just plain mean. I felt sorry for her then because of her being sold to Clarisse but i still disliked her. Now she is one of my favourites. Her being a shapeshifter is so great and of course her fabourite shape is something dangerous and wild. It also speaks to her character what she did for/to Evangeline. She saved her from the same fate. It makes so much sense that Aelin and Lysandra become best friends and that they planed Arobynn‘s death together. It did make me happy that Lysandra was the one to kill him. I want more of her and Aedion. I really hope those two get some quality time.

-Come on Rowan is the blueprint. I love him so much! I was anxious for him to get to Rifthold and be reunited with Aelin. The way he showed up. AMAZING! The moment between him and Aedion when they were fighting the Valg soldiers. Just great. I feel like they could have a great friendship. Of course Rowan and Aelin are just fucking fantastic. I want more of their chemistry.

-Lorcan i was no idea how to feel about him. Something tells me that i should like him at least just a bit but at the same time i feel like i can‘t trust him. Let‘s see what happens to him.

-Kaltain is a badass. She fought against the Valg in her and won. Her sacrifice was a perfect ending for her. She helped Elide and the Witches and freed herself from her enslavement. Rolland‘s ending was unexpected and i felt sorry for him. Also it was probably better for him to die and not having to be ensalved.

-the big twist in the end that the King himself was enslaved by the Valg and actually Perrington is the big bad! I was blindsided by it. Like i knew Perrington was a terrible guy but him being the actualy bad guy all along. Great twist. Loved it. Now i‘m really excited to keep reading the series.

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Bonjour et bienvenue! Paris welcomes you, our Assassin,  Margot Clarisse Lachapelle! May we say, you’re the spitting image of Ruth Negga! Please make your presence known within 24 hours, and do have a look at our checklist before setting out into the city on your own.                                                                                 À bientôt!

MUN

Name/Alias: Pooh

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Age: 18

Timezone: GMT+2, I’ll mostly be on in the afternoons and you can expect me to be most active during weekends.

MUSE

Chosen Skeleton: The assassin

Muse Name: Margot Clarisse Lachapelle

Muse Age: 34

Chosen FC: Ruth Negga

Muse Occupation: Unassuming florist by day, deadly assassin-for-hire by night

Muse Affiliation & Frequent Haunts: If asked which side of the Seine she prefers, Margot would say her loyalty lies in neither. You’d think a life spent in Montmartre would make her biased fort he right bank. In truth, Margot migrates between both. She doesn’t refrain from traveling to Montparnasse when the night falls, searching for some entertainment, some distraction, or simply because her current assignment demands so of her. Margot can frequently be seen at The Blue Lotus, the Moulin Rouge, the street market, Le Ciel, L'Enfer and Parc Montsouris.

Direct from Le Petit Journal: The streets of Paris are graced once again with the return of Mademoiselle Lachapelle! The Great War has forced her family to seek refuge in the beautiful mountains of Switzerland, in one of their many chateau’s no doubt. However, Margot Lachapelle returns alone to the studio apartment in Montmartre. Could trouble be brewing? Recently, Mademoiselle Lachapelle has taken up a position as a florist at the Au Printemps flower shop, providing further evidence of financial issues. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, dear readers! Who knows what secrets hide behind the piercing gaze of this high-society dame…

BIOGRAPHY

Margot Clarisse Lachapelle is old money. Born into the very upper-crust of Parisian society, her life is expected to be one without hardships. She is a lively child, barely standing still when her mother attempts to tie the perfect bow on her dress. The fire-cracker that is the little girl is challenged by horseback riding and, at the recommendation of her uncle, archery. Her mother dons a frown whenever her daughter returns from practice. A young lady should under no circumstances be holding a deadly weapon in her hands. It is in place. Margot persists. She is bright, so her teachers said. Private school for the elite is temporary, a fleeting experience. After she graduates, Margot is expected to find a suitor and wed.

Margot never finds a man, and her father suspects the private school gave her one too many ideas. No matter how many young gentlemen are sent to win over the lady’s heart, all return defeated. What is this woman doing that frightens so many young men? Discussing current political events? Expressing her frustration with her tutor, her wish to go to a real university? Gushing over the joys of running and subtly inviting the other to a football match? Most likely, it is all of the above. »You are a woman,« her mother tells her. »Your only concern should be to find a husband. You cannot study. You cannot play sports.« Margot spits back words of pure fury and the two do not speak until her mother pitches another wealthy bachelor to her. She plays her game, for a while. She never fully accepts her faith as merely an heir to the Lechapelle fortune, but she tries anyway. She’s fed up after meeting men who visibly cringed at her wish to perhaps one day pursue a career.

Her mother stops trying soon after Margot stops giving a damn. She’s reading too many books and skimming over too many articles for her tastes. Attempts of a conversation about the arms race fall on deaf ears and Margot wonders how dead she is to her mother already. Then comes the declaration of war. Suddenly, her mother has to pay attention to politics. They’re packing before she knows it, yet Margot puts up a resistance. Cowards, her parents are. Cowards, running away to safety, to Switzerland, when their country needs them the most. After heated arguments that leave Margot with a sore throat each time, she stays. Stays and watches men in herds leave the comforts of their home to defend it. They carry their bayonets and kiss their lovers goodbye and how Margot wishes she could go with them. To fight the Germans and those who threaten them. To defend France. But yet again, her mother’s words echo in her mind: you’re a lady, you’re a lady.

Marcel Lachance joins the army at 25. He’s the butt of all jokes when it comes to facial hair, his inability to grow a beard. His dark curls are crudely chopped off, peeking out slightly from under his helmet. He never removes his shirt in front of his fellow soldiers. His chest is bound, after all, hiding the lady of Lachapelle. But what Marcel lacks in masculinity, he makes up for on the field. He notoriously never misses a target. A natural born sharp-shooter, he impresses others with his calm hands and impeccable aim. His bravery is to be envied, his morale twice as much. He is hailed as an excellent soldier. He finally feels a sense of belonging. However, what most don’t notice is how he grits his teeth, how he clutches his gun so hard his knuckles turn white. The shaking of his form whenever the trenches are attacked, though to be fair, it’s a minuscule detail in those times. The excellent soldier is afraid, petrified, yet he persists. He remembers everything. The screams of his comrades, the blood that flows like a river through the war-stricken field. The hollow looks of shell-shocked soldiers he regarded as friends.

The scenes replay in his mind after they send them home. After he becomes she again and the uniform is stored in the back of her closet. Everyday life is a foreign concept to the war veteran. She gets a job at a flower shop. Sure, it’s not the career of her dreams, but it is standing up to her mother, fulfilling the wish of pre-war Margot. And she has to pay rent somehow. But she feels it inside, the dullness of everyday life, the yearning to march out and defend once again. Her wish to return to the glory days. She scolds herself each time. War brought devastation. Why on earth would she want to go back? No, stay here, smile as all the others do, prepare bouquets, do not think about it. It becomes routine: wake up bright and early, have breakfast, go to the flower shop, work, return in the evening and wonder how long until you completely lose your mind. Or perhaps, how much more appropriate it would have been for Margot to die in the battlefield. She wants adrenaline to pump through her veins once again, to feel as if she belongs. She needs it.

Her saving grace is her former fellow soldier, one of the very few that knew Marcel to be Margot. He finds her one night, hunched over a bar with empty liquor glasses keeping her company, a pile of misery. Dragging her home is a challenge. Margot is a giggling fool one moment and a screamer, crier and barely a person in the next. She tries to sleep with him, he politely declines. »You’ll drink yourself to death,« he remarks. Margot scoffs in return. »It’s what’s keeping me alive.« The desperation in her voice is clear despite her slurred words. At her doorstep, the fellow veteran offers a solution to end her despair. The next night, Margot stands before her jury- well-known mafia bosses are impressed with her marksmanship. Margot feels a sense of pride she hasn’t felt in a long time. They’ll pay her, they say. Equip her with the proper firearms and teach her the necessary skills. All she has to do is kill.

It’s nothing personal. For the right price, anyone will be her target. Margot doesn’t count the number of victims. She remains cold to the bloodshed, or at least attempts to. She can’t afford to feel grief or guilt when money’s on the line. When she’s a killing machine. When she’s at war.

POTENTIAL PLOTS/CONNECTIONS

While I’d be absolutely thrilled to interact with every one of the characters in-game (I love how each skeleton has a unique storyline!), I have some ideas for future plots with Margot:

First of all, I’d absolutely love any plots with fellow war veterans. Maybe someone that was in Margot’s battalion and knows Margot was Marcel. They could talk about their experiences and coping with the scars the conflict has left behind. Are they also turning to crime? Or cigarettes or sex or alcohol? Or are they smoothly transitioning into everyday life? Maybe someone that doesn’t know this detail and wonders why Margot is so morbidly curious in their war experiences. It would kill Margot on the inside- wanting to reveal herself as Marcel, but fearing no one would believe her, calling her delusional. Perhaps someone could question her decision to leave for Switzerland, not knowing she stayed behind and defended her country. It’d be quite interesting to explore Margot’s relationship with the war and how it left her with physical and mental scars (is my inner history nerd showing yet?).

Second, any and all plots related to Margot’s work as an assassin are welcomed. What I have in mind is someone who is perhaps a frequent client, someone corrupted and completely into the crime scene. Someone that could challenge Margot to melt away the icy attitude she has towards her job, who’d make her question the morality of her actions.

Third, I’d love for her to have some friends. Women and men that got under her skin, despite her self-reliant, but slightly distant attitude. She wouldn’t even realize it, but suddenly she harbors friendly feelings towards these people and it scares her. Yet she could realize how much she treasures them at the same time and wouldn’t want to let them go. Someone that brings out the free-spirited and energetic side of her would be appreciated, as well as a confidant she could trust with her life.

Finally, perhaps someone that could completely sweep her off her feet. She’s not one to fall in love, nor does she believe anyone would particularly fancy her, but this person could change that. It could even be a simple crush, Margot would definitely try to ignore her feelings, but never quite be able to bury them. But as I’ve said before, I’d love to interact with any and every character in-game. I’m open to any plots and connections for Margot!

One Year Later

august 1946. nagasaki, japan.

Ft, Payne Zile Queen

How am I supposed to live without you?

A lone figure stood in black, a bouquet of black roses in her arms. The wind brushed her hair in a gentle caress as she stood with her eyes closed. One year ago...her life had forever changed. She had never forgotten the solemn look on the two soldiers’ faces as they stood on her doorstep giving her the news. She had been cleaning the house, getting it ready for his arrival home. Clarisse was more than ready for the future. She and Payne had plans. They were going to go away together, that was for one thing. They each had healing to do. She was just beginning to feel better. As long as she didn’t go near the nursery door, which he had padlocked shut. It was something they were aiming to clean together. He also hadn’t wanted her to go in alone. That was her love. Payne Queen had loved her since she was 21 and she had loved him too. He was considerate of her in every way. Instead, his trunk sat in their living room. It was all she would get back. Letters filled with condolences, medals, all the things befitting his rank. Everything except him. She couldn’t even bury him. There was nothing left of him. Instead, there was a memorial plaque in the garden of her French chateau. It read his name and a quote from Beethoven, whom they both had admired. ‘Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.’ Pushing the thoughts from her still fragile mind, the vampire sighed deeply, walking through the barren landscape. Fog surrounded her, a gift, she supposed, along with the overcast sky. Perfect conditions for her to walk in the daylight hours. She raised her hand to the necklace she wore, a locket with his picture and a lock of his dark hair, and gave it a gentle caress. It had been with her all through her imprisonment during the war. She had managed to keep it and now, it was especially precious to her. Had it been a year already? A year prior, the United States had dropped two atomic bombs on Japan; one in Nagasaki and one in Hiroshima. The impact was still felt even now. People bore the scars both physically and emotionally. The war had ended shortly after, with the Japanese surrendering. No one dared to continue a war where such weapons could be used again. That they existed was horrifying to accept. No sort of weapon that could cause that much damage should be in the hands of humans. Still. Peace reigned. For now. Yet, for Clarisse, who had been working through her own traumas, this latest blow--the loss of her lover, it was nearly too much. She had spent a few months in a hospital, trying to make sense of things. But the stress, the trauma, the grief, all of it--it was too much. She had gone months without feeding, considering death an all too welcome choice. What was life if all she was going to feel was pain? She hadn’t a taste for it. Her friends had seemingly abandoned her--not a single one came to see her. None sympathized, nor expressed condolences. Whether they’d abandoned her or had too much in their own lives going on, Clarisse could not say, but it made her bitter. She who would have dropped everything if they needed her, was very much alone. It was this bitterness that had taken hold of her heart and her mind, and she had left the hospital as abruptly as she had arrived. Death came in the form of a mourning vampiress, one who did not care how many people she had to kill, but if it quelled her agony, she would do it. She had returned to Germany and weeded out the SS and Nazis, ripping them apart and leaving grotesque displays for all to see. The more they had begged her to stop, the more vicious she became. No one had stopped when she asked them to. Had they stopped when they'd tormented those in their camps? Yet one afternoon, she had heard his voice. “Risse...this isn’t you…” She had tried to dismiss it as her mind playing tricks, but she could feel his presence. He was surrounding her. If she closed her eyes, she would have sworn that she could smell his cologne and feel his hands resting on her hips. Clarisse kept her eyes closed. If they were closed, he was here. It was the first moment of peace she'd felt in months. “Payne…my love...” she uttered softly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she felt his lips press to her forehead and felt his sadness wash over her. She was disappointing him. That was more than she could bear. What good did this savagery do? It had brought her nothing but more pain. It had caused others pain, and it made her as bad as those she hated. And from that moment, she had resigned herself to honoring Payne’s memory. That was what had brought her here to this sacred place. And it was, indeed, sacred. So many thousands had died here. Lost their lives. Clarisse dearly hoped that someday, they would mark this place, as they planned to in Hiroshima, as a memorial. Though his name would not ever be listed amongst them, she wanted this to be somewhere she could visit and mourn with others. They too had the right to stand here and try to make peace with everything. However, the vampire was not inclined as to how to convinced the government to build a memorial. As she stood there, where the bomb had fallen one year prior, Clarisse let the energy fill her. It was, unsurprisingly, sad. Kneeling, she set the bouquet on the dirt and rested her hands on the ground, as if that would implore the earth to give up her lover. Tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the gravel. “My love, can you hear me?” she whispered. Her hands grasped at the earth, nails dug into it, and she wept, her entire body quivering as she openly sobbed, watering the ground with her tears. “I”m here. I came here for you. I came to bear witness.” She had wanted to come in the days just after the bombings but had been told it was far too dangerous for her to do so. The radiation and the fires--not to mention, she likely wouldn’t have been welcomed. The Japanese would view her as an outsider and it was better that she wait. Clarisse had finally given in and agreed to wait. Now, she was here. The silence was deafening. It was strange to be in a place where she didn’t need to block the thoughts and voices of others. It was simply that barren of life here. Her chest hurt as she took a deep breath. Had he been scared? Did he know it was coming? Had he sensed that there was something massive coming? Selfishly, she wondered if he'd thought of her before the bomb had landed, and cleared everything out for miles around. At least here, it hadn’t been as built up as Hiroshima, but still...equally as devastating. She had listened to accounts of it on the radio, read about it in papers, and magazines. She’d listened to people speaking of it. People were vaporized. Here one moment, gone the next. She hated to imagine that was what had happened to Payne, but as there was nothing left...she choked back another sob as the visual came to her mind and she clutched at the ground anew. “I miss you. I don’t know how to go through this without you. You’ve been a presence in my life since I was young. You’ve guided me. Loved me. Taught me. Protected me. What is my life now? I’m a broken thing, Payne, I swear sometimes you're here...I can hear you. I can feel you. But when I wake, it's simply darkness there,” she uttered. “Now I have to try and figure it all out. I don’t know who I am without you. I don’t know where I belong anymore. I called upon your mother and your father, I begged them to hear me...to give you back, but there was nothing. No one. I called to God and I pleaded with Him, and there was nothing. I have asked for help. I’ve begged for mercy. I have done everything I could possibly do...I call out to you and there’s silence. My biggest fear was to be alone...and here I am,” she whispered. “Alone.” Standing up slowly, she began to scatter the flowers, watching as the wind blew some away. “I am sorry to all who died here,” she apologised as if she had anything to do with the bombings. “I never would have wanted such a violent end, even for those who are my enemy. How many of you were just trying to live your everyday lives? How many of you were just here to help others? Every life here had meaning; had a purpose. And in the blink of an eye...” She shuddered, remembering images of the mushroom clouds. How many of those who had died were elderly? Young? Newly married? How many children died? There were so many questions and not enough answers. She shivered as cold air encircled her and she wrapped her arms around her frame. Once more, she felt his presence and as she closed her eyes again, she reached a hand out. Perhaps he could pull her through to wherever he was. Bring her from this place and into the next life--if there was one. She didn't know what to make of it all. Was it madness that had brought her here? Was she crazy, thinking he could take her from this place? She knew her mind was playing tricks and as she opened her eyes, she could make out a figure in the fog. She gasped softly, feeling a gentle sensation through her arm as if someone were brushing their finger along the length. She made a promise there, that every year, she would return. She would mourn the dead and mourn her husband. Though not legally married, they may as well have been. They called her his widow, why shouldn't she allow herself to accept the position--as unwanted as it was. The ambient surroundings seemingly came alive as bells began to ring in the distance and there was some singing. She didn't understand it but knew that they too were mourning the dead. It was time for her to go. The damp air was making her shiver and she was dirty. Not to mention, it wasn't bringing him back to her. Not that she really thought it would. Once she made her way back to her car, the driver drove her back to her hotel in silence. There was nothing that really needed to be said. Clarisse sighed softly as she stepped back into the plush building. Pausing as she passed by the grand ballroom. Within, someone was at the piano and they were playing 'Moonlight Sonata.' It took all of her will to make it to her room before sinking down onto her bed, weeping anew. Of all the songs....it could only validate that perhaps, even though he wasn't physically here, Payne was still with her. Reminding her, gently, to live. That she would endure, he would always be present in some way. And yet...it only hurt her more because she missed him so terribly. Demons were not all evil. Her beloved was not--and wherever he was, he had her heart and she had his. She knew that. He'd told her so countless times and if she hadn't, she doubted that he'd have come searching for her in the middle of enemy territory during a world war. Payne Zile Queen had left far too soon. But perhaps...he would live on. Through her.

Chaos's Assassin 4

The bonfire burned a bright pink as campers sang their songs and drank their drinks. It was an atmosphere of pure excitement to be getting The Seven back and I was just soaking it all in. All thoughts of Octavian and the missing Chaos Soldiers seemed to disappear from most campers minds as the clock got close to midnight.

Then the conch horn sounded.

“They’re here!”

“Finally.”

“Jeez, you’d think they tried to get here earlier!”

The campers were a mess. People were shouting all over the place and the campfire was just a mix of voices with no context.

One by one, The Seven entered the pavilion.

Leo

Frank

Piper

…

“Where are the others?” Chiron asked, his white stallion backside trotting around trying to get the campers calm and back in their seats.

“They stayed behind to help with something or the other.” Leo answered, his attention drawn to the scrap metal he was playing with in his hands.

“They’re following a new lead.” Piper specified.

“Good riddance,” Drew exclaimed, “I guess we’ll have to do without them then, not that I’m complaining.”

“What are you, British? Stop being fake, Drew.” Connor said.

“Piper, Leo, Frank, I want you to meet our guest for the next day or two. He was sent from Chaos, to help with the war efforts.” Chiron told them, motioning towards me. My hood was obviously up but I nodded anyway.

“The name’s Omega, it’s nice to meet you.” I said.

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Nice to meet you too”

We shook hands and I sat back down in my seat. People started getting up again and surrounded the 3 newcomers asking questions and discussing teams for capture the flag. After a couple of minutes Chiron stopped talking with Frank and dismissed us. Everyone got up and made their way to their respective cabins, save Leo, Piper and Frank who stayed behind with me to discuss the upcoming quest.

“So I hear we’ll be going on a quest with you.” Piper said, with Leo on her tail.

“Yes, just you two?” I asked, “Not Mr Zhang?”

Piper raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, just us.” Leo answered without missing a beat.

“Perfect. Tomorrow morning after breakfast we shall go up to Ms Dares cave and ask for a prophecy. We leave straight after, so be prepared.” It wasn’t a request, and Piper and Leo noticed.

“Woah, watch it, frien-”

“That sounds perfect.” Piper said with a dazzling smile, cutting into Leo’s sentence and having to hold him back using one hand.

“Good” I said, “I will see you tomorrow.”

It hurt me to be so rude to my old friends, but I couldn’t let them know it was me, and the best way to get them off my scent was to make them hate me. I left the amphitheatre and made my way past the cabins and the volleyball courts onto the porch of the big house. When in the main room I tossed a Cheeto at Seymour, the live leopard head on the wall, and made my way to the guest room I was staying in.

Before even thinking of getting ready for bed, I filled a bowl full of water and heated it up till there was steam coming from it. I then grabbed a drachma, the same currency used in both Chaos’s Realm and by the Gods on Earth and threw it into the rainbow I had created, saying:

“Oh Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Rebecca from Chaos’s Realm.”

Almost instantly Rebecca was standing in front of me, a reflection in the mist.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked me.

“I need you to give an update to Chaos for me.” I answered.

“Why don’t you just do it?” She asked.

“Because, if I told someone else and that someone else conveyed the message perfectly, that person might be trusted more by Chaos, and in no time will probably get a promotion.” I answered, pulling down my hood.

Her eyes glistened with happiness.

“Thanks Kakés.” She said, pulling herself together and grabbing a notepad and a pen, “give me the message.”

“The quest will begin tomorrow evening, I will be accompanied by Leo Valdez and Piper McLean and we have yet to get the prophecy. Tell him I will contact him once I know more.”

“Got it. Thanks Omega, for helping me.” She said, moved by my kindness.

“No problem.” I said, “oh, and give Jack a kiss for me.”

She flushed, before recovering and giving me a flirty smile.

“I wouldn’t mind a kiss from you.” She said.

“In your dreams.”

“Maybe” she answered before giving me a quick wink and ending the connection.

I smirked at her antiques before getting ready for bed.

“Are you ready?”

I was standing by Aphrodite’s table in the Mess Hall, the absence of a roof or and walls made it a very beautiful place to eat. Breakfast was almost done and I was itching to go and get that stupid prophecy over and done with.

“Yeah, I’m done,” Piper said wiping her hands on a napkin and standing up, “Let’s get Leo.”

Once we had Leo, we walked together past the Amphitheatre: with a couple of Satyr’s adding logs to the empty campfire for that night, the Cabins: with Hestia at the hearth in the middle, and of course the toilets in which I got my first taste of Clarisse’s wrath all those years ago.

We then turned right and continued passed the archery range and the arena till we reached a little cave in the mountain, It’s entrance draped in a purple cloth giving a very mystical feel as we crossed the threshold into the completely decked out cave with paint easels everywhere and a flat screen TV in a corner, the place looked sick, I will forever be impressed with Apollo’s talents when it came to interior design, too much for my tastes, but just perfect for Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

“Hey Pipes. You here for the prophecy?” The Red-Headed Devil said.

“What, did you see us in one of your visions?” Leo asked sarcastically.

“No, Chiron told me yesterday.”

I had to resist the urge to facepalm my way to China.

“Go get me the stool, will you.” She said rolling her eyes, and pointing to the other side of the room.

Leo reluctantly went and grabbed her tattered old stool, whilst Rachel and I made a proper introduction.

“Rachel Elizabeth Dare.” She said, sticking out a hand for me to shake.

“Omega.” I told her, complying and shaking her hand. She had developed a tight grip and her eyes looked sadder than usual.

“Let’s get this over with,” She said, sitting down on the fragile little stool.

I stepped forwards.

“Give us our Prophecy.” I said, my voice clear.

She gasped, as green steam escaped through her eyes, ears, mouth and even nose, enveloping the cave in a thick layer of smoke.

“Go North with three Where the flower shall be To travel with six Where the leader exists”

The voice was an ancient one, one that was using Rachel as a means of communication. As soon as the prophecy ended the smoke got sucked up back into Rachel, and the room was as it was. As if nothing had even happened.

“To travel with six?” Leo said, momentarily forgetting the scrap metal that he was still fiddling with.

“That felt shorter than usual.” Rachel said, looking confused.

“I think it’s pretty clea-” Piper began, before getting interrupted by Will bursting into the room all of a sudden, panting as if he’d run all the way from the mess hall to here.

“Guys, Chiron needs to see you.”

March 29, 2020

It's 2am, Jacob Donegan is in a deep sleep. A dream comes over him: he's riding a tricycle when all of a sudden darkness falls over him. A giant figure appears in the sky. It's Timothée Chalamet, and he's asking "why?" The tears start streaming down Timothée’s face and comes crashing down onto Jacob. He jolts awake. His face is wet, and he realizes there is a leak in his ceiling that has been dripping down on him. He sits up and whispers, "...it's not even raining?"

Jacob can't fall back asleep. All he could think about is the crying Timothée from his dream and what it could mean. Maybe, he thinks, kidnapping Timothée may be making him feel guilty subconsciously. He knew he had to erase this guilt but didn't know how. If this guilt took over, he knew that his terrorism game would be affected and he would let his brothers down and Squadron 69 would escape.

Jacob paced around his house for hours. What could he do? Then it popped in his mind. The one way he could erase this guilt would be to make wrongs right. He decided he would write a To-Do List to prepare for the series. He grabbed his CD player, turned on a little Madonna, and got to writing!

1. Visit Timothée Chalamet in the fortress and apologize.....to himself

Jacob knew he had to confront Timothée and see the boy for himself. When he sees it, he's all like, "OH MY GOD THAT IS SICK. WAY WORSE THAN I REMEMBERED, THIS ACTUALLY MAKES ME FEEL WORSE." But then he realizes that the person he is seeing isn't Timothée, it's just some dude who went through the windshield of his car and had both legs severed.

2. Tie Maria’s shoe laces into a sailors knot so that she can't walk  

Jacob knew that if Maria couldn't untie her shoes, then she wouldn't be able to walk. No one can undo a sailors knot, no one. Not even a real sailor. It is the perfect plan.

3.  Start a small fire for no reason and then blame it on Clarisse

When Taylor Davenport walks out in the morning and sees his car burnt to the ground, he is stunned. Then Jacob jumps out of the bushes and yells, "I saw Clarisse burn it down brotha." The weird part though is Jacob is holding a can of gasoline and a lighter. How does this help Jacob prepare for Squadron 69? It doesn't, but Clarisse had it coming Jacob says to himself.

4. Do his laundry

Jacob knew that nothing made him feel better than a nice, crisp man-thong. He's looking at the used unders and notices a few skids in them and he goes, "Ewww how did these get there?? I use Charmin...." But then as he's going through the clothes, he sees that his favourite sweater has shrunk. He looks to the heavens and screams, "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS CLARISSE."

5. Watch the movie There's Something About The Hoff

Everyone keeps telling him to watch it and he needs to know what the fuss is all about. His soldier told him, "Wait till you see the part when he puts gel in his hair. OMG IT'S HILARIOUS JACOB". When Jacob puts it on in the dressing room DVD player, the terrorists gather around to watch. When Clarisse walks in to see what everyone is looking at and sees There's Something About The Hoff on, he immediately grabs a baseball bat and takes the TV right off the wall and yells, "I HATE THIS MOVIE". Jacob stares at him and says under his breath, "I'll get you for this Clarisse."

6. Ask Mike Hoffman to meet him at Pizza Pizza and then not show up

Jacob knew that if he called up The Hoff and asked him for dinner, then he'd jump at the chance because everybody wants to hangout with him. Jacob hides in a bush and watches The Hoff walk in and take a seat. He notices The Hoff looking around and he starts giggling to himself. But then he sees a delicious extra-large meat lovers pizza get delivered to The Hoff. The Hoff licks his lips and begins eating. Jacob starts drooling and yells, "FORGET THIS" and he runs in and sits with The Hoff and they share a delicious pizza together and basically become best friends

7. Pass the Bar

Jacob knew right away after watching Better Call Saul that he wanted to quit being a terrorist and become a lawyer. There's only one day till the new episode but Jacob wants to write and pass the Bar before the balls are dropped. He says to himself, "I will be the Doogie Howser MD. of Lawyers". Jacob settles down on the couch and opens the book called The Complete Guide to the Law. He starts reading the first paragraph and seconds later, he yells, "I HATE THE LAW" and he chucks the book directly through the window. Suddenly, he hears a blood curdling scream from outside. Jacob runs outside and sees that the book he threw has knocked out Clarisse cold as he was randomly walking by. As people rushed to Clarisse’s aid, a small smile grew over Jacob’s face....

8. Borrow money from Sergeant Funkhole for rent

Jacob’s money is tied up in investments and he's a little short this month. He then hears a truck horn and he runs outside. 15 delivery trucks pull up and begin unloading his shipment of one million boxes of Taco Cheese flavoured Hamburger Helper. "Where are you going to fit all this boxes sir?" says the delivery man. "QUITE FRANKLY, IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS....SIR" yells Jacob.

Sometimes, making To-Do Lists can really help you focus, and in Jacob’s case, by accomplishing these tasks, he can rest easy and focus solely on Squadron 69. Jacob puts the pen down and lets out a sigh of relief. He settles down back in his bed and closes his eyes. The camera pans towards the closet door which slowly begins to open revealing Clarisse.....wearing Jacob's thong.