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DEATH LETTERS
[ On Thalia's desk, there are a set of folded letters. Though she has a hard time writing, you'll find the handwriting is impeccably practiced and the wording is carefully chosen.
...It seems for the rest of you, Ancient Greek is translated quite well. ]
...It seems for the rest of you, Ancient Greek is translated quite well. ]
FOR EVERYONE / IN GENERAL
I apologize first and foremost for dying before doing anything substantial to break from the Hollywood Tower Hotel. I may only pray that my fall was for a noble cause and has furthered either your safety or our cause in some way. Or that it was particularly annoying for Roddy to clean up. That would also be a plus.
In the event that Reyna has perished as well, please find a way to reach my home and deliver the letters addressed to those I leave behind, except for the one addressed to Lady Artemis. When out of this infernal hotel, away from its isolating magic, simply burning it should give it the ability to find her.
[ the follow is hastier; it's been written later. ]
The time has come for me to act. I don't know what this night is to bring, but I've learned the true nature of this motive and I refuse to let it pass. I've no plan. But I don't doubt the man can do it. They're threatening our loved ones, our histories and I can't let it stand.
I've no sentimental attachment to the items I've amassed, so you may divide them among yourselves as you see fit, with three exceptions:
My shield, Aegis, is to be left to Reyna. It should be returned home.
My spear is to be left to Belle.
The ambrosia is to be left to Reyna. No one else should touch it.
It's been a struggle at times to work together, but in spite of all the differences and arguing, I've been honored to fight by your sides. It is my strongest wish that you are able to escape this place and return to your respective lives. Use the fire that's been dividing you to surge forward. Become the storm, do not fall to it.
Your Friend and Comrade,
First Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis
~ Thalia
PS - If any of you got drunk at my trial, I'll find a way to personally and horribly haunt you for the rest of your life.