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Maize finished scuffing down what she could when it became clear that it was time to go. She didn't care much for the conversation before and didn't care much for the Kai's Observe Only order. She started walking towards the shimmering green-ish blue purple and turned her head to look at the Supreme Kai. "No promises. Recon missions don't typically stay recon for long. I'll at least try to punch answers out of them if it comes to it."

Before Lady Chronoa could object Maize walked through the portal causing it to shimmer once more behind her.
I may make a post for Maize but she doesn't have any objections and is mostly focused on the food right now anyway.



Alina Leora Kim

β€” Ϋ΅ ۞ Ϋ΅ β€”


Location: Iris Cabin; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Julie Sanders





The sound of a light snore could be heard emanating from the bed of Alina Kim. First day of the summer, first day of the year. Neither mattered to her so she had no intentions of joining in this morning's early game of knock your fellow idiots off a Tower. If she could she would've slept through the entire day, but someone with a possible death wish decided to interrupt her slumber. Alina could feel her body being nudged and a pestering voice repeating the phrase, "Wake up."

Alina let out an exaggerated groan showing she was displeased with this sudden wake up call. She stretched out her body before bringing it back to a relaxed state. She scratched the top of her satin bonnet and looked in the eyes of her alarm clock. "What is it that you want?"

"You said to wake you up if you overslept." Said the young Julie Sanders. She was a blonde fourteen year old daughter of Hermes who for some odd reason had taken a liking to Alina and treated her like a big sister despite them not having the same godly parent. Alina tolerated her and used her on occasion as a personal assistant. But the kid honestly wasn't half bad. Except during moments like this.

"I said no such thing."

"Yes, you did."

Alina was going to start a back and forth with the girl, but realized it and paused before saying, "Well, I changed my mind. Don't ever wake me up. I don't care if you think I'm dead. Just don't do it. Are they done with the Obstacle Tower?"

Julie nodded showing that she understood as well as answering Alina's question. "Yes, Pierre won."

"Pierre? What'd he do? Put the rest of the competition to sleep?"

"No, everyone else got distracted by the Ares Cabin. But you missed something important. Erin has a quest. She was accused of stealing Aphrodite's Dove and must prove her innocence or else she'll be handed over to Ares."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"You said important. I kind of expected more."

"More than a quest? You're not worried about Erin?"

"More than the incompetency of the gods and of course not. Erin's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Plus the princess has a whole entourage of people willing to protect and die for her. She'll be fine."

"You don't want to go on the quest? I'd love to go on one... get the chance to be a hero and see the world."

"Put my life on the line for a stupid dove? I don't think so. And no you don't. They're overrated and are just a way for our parents to get us to solve their problems for them."

"Oh..." Julie dropped her head in disappointment. She heard about all the different stories about quests and the heroes of the past and she wanted so much to be like them. She thought Alina was like them.

Alina couldn't stand to see her like that. She didn't want to crush the kid's spirit. This is why she shouldn't be awakened in the morning. or in the afternoon or---well, you get the picture. She lifted her hand to Julie's chin and gave it a light push so she could look at her. "What I mean is if you're going to go on a quest make sure it's one that's worth it. Not a mission of lost and found. Now go. Now that I'm up I'll have to get dressed." Julie smiled and Alina smiled in return before she watched the young camper run out of her room and shut the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed Alina's smile faded. She reached for the brim of her comforter and pulled it over her head before collapsing back onto her pillow.
My queen is ready. I'll start on her bio after she's approved.




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Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris





Zeru Troy Williams

β€” Ϋ΅ ۞ Ϋ΅ β€”


Location: Sword Fighting Arena; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Random Camper #5





Zeru started his training on regular dummies, but when your weapon of choice was a sword that could slice through things like it was nothing that got boring quick and it became very evident that this camp was in need of better training targets. He'd have to bring that up to the old horse one of these days. But for now he was in need of a new training partner. Random Camper Number 5. He couldn't be assed to remember his name. Which was fine because for all this camper knew his name was Troy. The only thing that mattered is if this kid could put up a good fight. He looked the part at least. He was tall, almost as tall as himself. His arms were bigger than his and stacked with muscle as if his job was to smash things with a giant hammer. He didn't skip leg day either, but everyone knows the hammer swings are really all in your base.

Zeru was disappointed when his opponent didn't bring out a hammer to fight him with. Instead he had a two handed greatsword. With all the context considered he took one final look down at his opponent. "Overcompensating for something?"

That triggered it. Camper Number 5 rushed towards Zeru, every one of his steps crushing the ground in anger. Zeru took that as a yes and was glad that he got this kind of response. He didn't want his opponent being scared to go all out against him. He wanted a passionate brawl or it wouldn't be worth anything. He'd apologize after he beat him. Zeru prepared a defensive stance and focused. Camper 5 had the strength to wield that sword and the reach over his own blade. But due to the size his swings should be slower and he had to use both hands to wield it. Scratch that. Never assume anything about your opponent. You don't even know 5's name. For all Zeru knew the guy could wield it at any time with just one of those massive arms.

The first swing of Camper 5's blade came diagonally down aiming to slice the son of Zeus in two. Zeru had let him get closer than he intended but he wasn't worried. He parried the sword causing his own to hum and clang as they clashed. He pushed up with his strength just enough to lift Camper 5's blade and used the temporary relief to jump back. Camper 5 didn't hesitate to close the distance and swing his blade aiming to horizontally bisect our hero. Zeru's eyes widened in a brief second of shock before he brought the face of Skyslicer in the path of the greatsword. He placed his left hand on the back of it for added protection, but all it did was prevent him from being sliced in two. Instead Camper 5 pushed through with his strength and sent Zeru tumbling backwards.

He came to a stop and spit on the ground. "Maybe I should learn your name after this." Zeru pushed himself up and dusted off his pants. "Now, whe---achoo." What the hell was that? Was he getting sick?
Dorian Underwood & πš‚πš™πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽπš› π™ΌπšŒπ™½πš’πšπš‘πš


β€” Ϋ΅ ۞ Ϋ΅ β€”


Location: Cabin Thirteen - Hades Cabin ---> Cabin Eighteen - Thanatos Cabin; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting with Each Other


When Erin ran to her room Dorian knew not to follow her. Not this time. He didn’t need Elias telling him that either. His brother had disappeared soon almost immediately as Erin retreated. He figured he should follow suit and depart as well, but decided to take the scenic room rather than shadow traveling. He turned to look at Greyson and Tyler who seemed to have decided to remain in the cabin and wait for her. He gave them a nod to acknowledge that he was leaving and stepped right back across the threshold and into the protected air of Camp Half-Blood.

He took a deep breath taking in the air along with everything that had happened so far. The summer had barely even started for them and it was already rough. He was worried about and for Erin. He was aware she could handle her own, but she wasn’t at her best right now. So if she couldn’t be strong, the people around her needed to add their strength to support her. He planned to be one of those people, now and forever. And forever wasn’t going to end in seven days.

Dorian finally released his breath and with it all the concerns that he had. Everything was going to be fine. He had no doubt about it. Part of him wished that he had gotten a chance to talk to Spencer before he left. Maybe he’d get the chance before the quest began. It would be best to clear the air. The walk to Cabin Eighteen seemed to take longer than normal as if the weight of the situation slowed down time or his own perception of it.

He felt an odd sensation when he reached the door to his cabin. Something dangerous was on the other side of the door. He reached down to his side and realized that his sword wasn’t there. That was right. For some idiotic reason he had left it last summer. He sighed and decided to face whatever danger head on. He opened the door expecting to see a god, a monster, or even one of Erin’s hellhounds, but instead he found nothing. Not in the main area of the cabin at least, but something or someone was there.

β€œHello? Anyone there? I don’t have a sword, but I have a skeletal hand and I’m not afraid to use it.”

By now, Spencer had finished packing most of his stuff… which really wasn’t a lot. If by some miracle his old belongings were even kept intact, they would still be in his barracks back at Camp Jupiter. All he had for gear was a fresh change of clothes composed of an orange camp half-blood shirt, a pair of jeans, and a fresh pair of nikes he was given when he arrived. Other than sorting affairs back at his old home in Wales, he never really hadn’t left camp just to shop for clothes. A lot of things had changed in the 80 years he was gone so everything in the outside world was still pretty much a new experience for him.

Aside from some clothes, he also had a ziploc bag filled with several cubes of ambrosia and a half-liter bottle of ambrosia. Even if he could technically steal vitality from living things or use his scythe to produce the healing fires of the Phlegethon, using these last resort abilities left a bad taste in his mouth.

β€œI’m already out of that godsforsaken place. Better start acting like it.” He mused to himself.

Suddenly, he felt someone enter the cabin. He had been with Erin and Corona long enough to detect their presence almost automatically but this one felt foreign yet oddly enough… familiar. It was a bit strange to explain it but the presence felt like it was him but not exactly him. Whatever or whoever it was had the stench of death all over it.

There were only two people matching that description. If Erin had already been ruled out, then it could be none other than the sibling that he didn’t know of until he returned to the land of the living several months ago.

Exiting his room, he started towards the main hall of the Thanatos Cabin only to come face to face with him… Dorian Underwood… the other son of Thanatos. The one he didn’t condemn to Tartarus.

β€œWell well, if it isn’t my dear younger brother.” Spencer asked in a sickly sweet voice as he made his way down to the steps leading to the main hall. This boy was the one he favored. The one he loved. The one he didn’t think of as a mistake. Anger and jealousy burned in Spencer’s eyes as he stared down at Dorian’s own but still he maintained his composure.

β€œ Surprised to see me? Tell me, did you know I even existed before meeting me here today? Did father even tell you about me?” Each word was uttered with ever increasing pressure and anger as even Spencer had failed to restrain his tone. He had thought that what his father and Madeline Fisher committed 80 years ago was the ultimate form of betrayal… that was until he had met him here today in the flesh.

β€œWhere are my manners, allow me to introduce myself.”The older demigod placed his right hand on his chest as he bowed as if introducing himself to nobility. β€œMy name is Spencer Mortimer Severus McNight… First son of Thanatos.”

Dorian stopped himself from taking a step back in retreat. He could feel the venomous anger in Spencer’s tone. This conversation may not go as well as he had wished it would. He didn’t blame him for being angry. It was a byproduct of being in Tartarus. Even if you held onto your sanity the lace would forever change you. Especially for as long as he was down there. β€œNot entirely surprised, no. I did sense danger. I wasn’t too far off.” He tried to lighten the atmosphere while also speaking Spencer’s sarcastic language. β€œBut no. Before today I thought I was his only son. Our father didn’t tell me. Neither did Chiron, though I’m not sure if he was aware himself.” He raised an eyebrow at Spencer’s introduction. One name caught his attention in particular. Severus. It wasn’t a common name, at least to his personal knowledge and Harry Potter certainly wasn’t around eighty years ago. β€œUmm, sorry. But I gotta ask. Are you by any chance related to any Rowling?”

Spencer grinned when his younger brother admitted that he found him dangerous. But that soon changed into a frown when it was revealed that Thanatos never mentioned him once to the young lad. Was he really that adamant in sweeping him under the rug? Would he keep the truth from Dorian just to hide what he did to his firstborn all those years ago.

β€œI’m not surprised you aren’t aware until now. It seems our father was adamant in keeping his sin a secret even from you. You see, in that naivety of yours, you must think that Thanatos is a great father. That he loves his son and that he would do anything for his precious little boy... β€œ The older sibling casually walked to a nearby armchair as he talked to Dorian. After he took a seat, he motioned the younger son of Thanatos to take a seat on the armchair directly across from him. β€œ...I’m certain you aren’t aware of this so let’s have an impromptu history lesson. Long ago, before the Big 3 made their pact, they decided that it was too dangerous for Thanatos to have any kids, so they made him swear on the Styx not to produce any heirs with mortals. He actually did a good job at keeping that promise until he met my mum that is.”

Spencer paused for a moment, a bitter expression evident on his face as he tried to recall the precious few memories he had left of his mother. Her youthful, energetic smile, her comforting and encouraging voice, her protective and loving touch. She prayed to the fates that Regina McNight had chosen rebirth rather than to stay in Elysium. He knew just how much his mother loved Thanatos so it would have broken her heart if she found out what Thanatos did to her son.

β€œAs soon as he got mum pregnant, he left. When I was 12, mum died but she left me a note that led me to a β€œsafe haven for kids like me.” In all my years there, never once did Dad claim me.” If Dorian had been paying careful attention, he would catch a bit of sadness and longing in Spencer’s tone in that single moment before it was replaced with the same anger he was showing him before.

β€œOn my 16th birthday, he revealed himself to me for the first and only time since apparently he conspired with my girlfriend to kill me and he sent me to Tartarusjust to be on the safe side. All that just so he could conveniently erase his sin in the process. All this time, I’ve been stuck there until recently. Luckily just as I found a way to escape, Erin Maree Chase condemned someone to Tartarus but ended up helping me get out of that shit hole. And now we’re here. Consider yourself caught up.”

It felt like a weight had been taken off Spencer’s chest as he finished revealing what Thanatos had kept hidden from Dorian for so long. The kid must have loved the bastard if Dorian doesn’t feel the same way Spencer does. But perhaps his revelation had at the very least shaken his younger brother’s trust on Thanatos. For as much as he didn’t like Dorian, he would never wish upon anybody what he experienced in Tartarus… except his father.

β€œAnd don’t blame the old centaur, I wasn’t originally from this camp. No. Before father decided that my existence was a mistake, I was the centurion of the Fifth Cohort in Camp Jupiter. That was 80 years ago.” Spencer explained in a calm yet stern tone.

He was taken aback when Dorian suddenly asked if he was related to any Rowling. He really didn’t recognize the name but at the same time, he really wasn’t that interested in the McNight family’s business partners and contracts so there really was no way for him to remember any Rowling. He did remember the family line quite well but couldn’t recall anyone that had married into any family called Rowling before.

β€œCan’t say I am related to anybody by that name. Even if I was, why do you care?”

Dorian sat attentively in the seat across from Spencer and listening to his tale. Tale may have been the wrong word for it as it certainly did happen, but he didn’t recognize this villainous father that his older brother had the mispleasure of barely being acquainted with. But it was wrong to discount his own experience. He had been sent to Tartarus, but he wasn’t so sure it was as black as white as it appeared to Spencer. To him Thanatos was the villain, but the events of today proved it was always another god causing problems with another one’s kid. He wouldn’t voice any of this. Not now at least. It wouldn’t benefit either of them or help create a relationship between the two. Dorian did feel like he understood his elder brother better than he did a few minutes ago.

β€œThis may not mean much coming from me, but I am sorry that, that happened to you. No one deserves that kind of fate. I’m just glad you didn’t turn out to be some kind of villain.” Dorian may not have had Troy’s ability to detect the truth, but he could tell that Spencer was telling the truth. β€œIf I had known about you I would’ve forced him to release you or created my own quest to free you. But Erin beat me to that. I’m glad she did, because with her you found someone that’ll never give up on you or let you suffer alone.” He realized that Spencer had suffered a lot through his life. He lost his mom, practically disowned by his dad likely out of fear, and his own girlfriend helped send him to Tartarus. That one definitely hurt. But still, he was here and ready to put his life on the line for someone he just met. At least his life journey hadn’t completely destroyed his trust in others.

β€œAnd about Rowling. There’s this series about a magical school and this character named Severus Snape is practically you as a middle-aged man. It’s uncanny.”

Spencer wanted to get angry at the young lad, he wanted to lash out at him, ask him why he didn’t suffer as he did… ask Dorian why he was the one their father loved while Spencer was the one he discarded like an unwanted piece of trash. But listening to the boy express his sincerest apologies for their father’s actions, even professing a quest to rescue him if he did find out about having an older brother sooner melted his harsh expression and changed the way he looked at Dorian. Sure there was still jealousy and resentment there but not as much as he initially had for his younger brother.

β€œOhhh if I had come across the power they feared I would possess, I probably would have become a villain. The only reason I didn’t immediately go after our father when I was freed was because it’s pointless picking a fight with immortals.” Whatever prophecy the gods may have feared did not happen. Even though he was a son of death, he didn’t get the power to deal Absolute Death, a rumored ability that could kill even immortal beings.

β€œI figured the best vengeance I could deal to him was living my new life as best as I can... show him that what he did was a mistake that stemmed from fear.” He looked back to what his life had been like ever since he started living at camp. Although he hadn’t exactly been the same person as he was back then, it was inevitable that he’d found people that meant a lot to him… people he would start to care about more than himself.

β€œSome piece of advice, no matter what he says, no matter what he does, and no matter how much he shows or claims that he loves you, if you don’t want to end up like me, then don’t trust our father completely. You never know when he’ll turn his back against you just as he did to me.” Having said all he wanted to say to Dorian, Spencer went back to his room to finish his preparations. He needed to stay focused and make sure that he has done everything he could to ensure the success of this quest.

In the back of his mind, Spencer made a mental note to chastise Corona later for keeping the meaning of the nickname β€œSnape” from him all this time.

Dorian watched as Spencer returned to his room while absorbing what he said about their father. He didn’t want to believe that he couldn’t trust him, but thinking back to how quickly he sent him away this morning and how he told him he’d be super busy this summer. Was the latter just an excuse he gave to prevent Dorian from seeking him out and asking about Spencer? The thought lingered in his mind before he sighed and went to his own room. He didn’t know what he needed to pack, but he was going to make sure he didn’t forget his sword.



Dorian Underwood

β€” Ϋ΅ ۞ Ϋ΅ β€”


Location: Hades Cabin; Camp Half-Blood
Interacting With:Erin Chase(@Vicier), Kyrin Nahng(@Rodiak), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek(@Moro), Spencer McNight(@Zenritch), Elias Schneider(@Metztli)





".. Six figures, tall, stand strong in the East... A land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least... While two might find love, one soul shall be taken... The Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..? ..."

Dorian listened intently to the prophecy as Erin spoke it. The beginning was simple and wasn't really worth an interpretation. Six people were meant to go on this quest. The second sentence wasn't even a riddle. Erin's quest would lead her to her human ancestral home. He wondered if that had been done on purpose. He was more than certain that whoever was framing Erin did so intentionally and likely did their due diligence on her and her history when choosing her. But if that was the case they would've had to have known that she'd have the most airtight alibi. But then they'd also know that Ares wouldn't care nor would the gods themselves do any actual detective work.

He wasn't quite sure about the next line. Two might find love? While Paris was considered the city of love, Italy was where love and passion truly bloomed. He looked around the room. He didn't see any potential matches among the present group except for maybe Elias and Kyrin. He didn't know much about Elias, but he was pretty sure that he was here more for Kyrin than for Erin. But it was possible that it wasn't about romantic love or other campers might join Erin on her quest.

He paused on the line about a soul being taken. He thought the stakes were already high enough with Erin being served a death warrant coupled with the normal dangers of being a demigod on a quest. But now they had to worry about one of their friends losing their soul.

He focused finally on the last line. The one that intrigued him the most. Dorian didn't think it was a coincidence that the line was placed after "one soul shall be taken". It's possible that the vengeance could be for a god's child losing their soul on a quest that could have been prevented if someone hadn't been an idiot. But such war gods shall not be named. But it could also be vengeance against the true culprit for orchestrating this entire thing. He hoped it would end as happily as that, but they weren't called Greek tragedies for nothing.

When Spencer and Greyson said their respective pieces he decided to speak up after being so silent all this time. It was time for his thoughts to emerge. "From what I could understand from Greyson, I agree. This is Erin's quest, but it's not a normal one. Someone's behind the curtains and pulling the strings to make this happen. It's best to be prepared for anything that comes our way. Starting in Wales may be a good idea, but driving isn't. We already have our regularly scheduled monsters to worry about once we leave the barrier, but we don't know who's framing Erin or what they may be planning to stop us. Driving at the very least leaves you as a target."
I was just thinking we had a lack of Asian demigods.



Dorian Underwood

β€” Ϋ΅ ۞ Ϋ΅ β€”


Location: Outside The Big House; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With:Erin Chase(@Vicier), Kyrin Nahng(@Rodiak), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek(@Moro), Spencer McNight(@Zenritch), Elias Schneider(@Metztli)





Dorian wasn't sure what was so hard about giving Erin space for a bit. Was it the words or the fact that they came from him that made everyone ignore it and do the exact opposite? Spencer went as far as grabbing her hand to prevent her from heading back to the cabin. But that wasn't the end of it. He was going to talk her to death before Ares got the chance to get his hands on her. Dorian had managed to catch up to them, but he stopped in his tracks when Spencer mentioned Tartarus and Thanatos. He was right about him being from Tartarus, but what does his father have to do with it? Spencer's choice of words turned the gears in Dorian's head. Thanatos didn't sentence or banish him to Tartarus. He abandoned him like a parent would abandon a child. But that couldn't have been right. He was Thanatos' only kid, wasn't he? He never asked Thanatos for clarity, but no one had mentioned that there had been another child of death. At least not in Camp Half-Blood's history.

Dorian tried to keep his focus on Erin, but this revelation was a lot to take in and part of him wondered if Spencer had so casually dropped that bomb on purpose. He'd have to confront him about it later. He checked back into his speech right around the time he swore on all 5 rivers. Now he was more than certain that part of his speech to Erin was also directed towards him. Spencer must have wanted him to know that he heard his proclamation back at the Obstacle Tower. He wasn't sure what his motives were, but he didn't like or trust him. For Erin's sake he decided to put his distrust of him to the side, but he'd be sure to keep his eye on him during her quest. He had no intentions of leaving her with him.

He turned his head when Kyrin spoke up to agree. He had gotten closer, but still kept somewhat of a distance. At least someone was taking in account how claustrophobic Erin must've felt right now with everyone trying to surround her and see if she was okay. He was getting ready to speak himself when he felt a sudden tug on his insides. That tug soon turned into a pull as he found himself being moved backwards against his will. He turned to see Greyson physically drained from the attempt, but moving towards his cousin regardless. He was pretty sure Greyson wasn't the biggest fan of his, but he at least tolerated him solely because of how close he and Erin were.

When they continued the trek to her cabin he followed closely behind Greyson and Erin. He heard someone else's voice in the distance, but didn't look back to check who it was. He stepped through the wide open door and realized someone else had beaten them to Cabin 13. It wasn't another child of Hades, but Dorian was surprised to see someone else in her cabin. He had a feeling of mixed emotion. He was happy that Erin had so many people that cared about her and was stubborn enough to shove their way into her life, but did someone create an Erin Maree Chase Fan Club while he was gone?
Maize


Maize arrived to see the quite beamish Eve showing her handiwork with cleaning up the city. It wasn't the most solid of work, but it was impressive for something done overnight and by someone she was sure had no background in construction or architecture. It seemed she wasn't the only one that kept busy last night. "Good morning and I see. You did great."

It didn't take long for everyone to arrive. Ovaan revealed that he took the shopping excursion a bit more seriously than she did. She collected what was necessary, but he packed to be prepared for any and everything. She was glad that they had someone who was responsible with him. Things like that she left to Cibo, but he was gone. They were all gone. For the time being this was her new crew. She felt a bit insensitive to think of it that way, but she was doing this to avenge them. She wasn't going to let them get away with uprooting and destroying everyone's lives. "I collected a few capsules myself and a scouter. I don't need it, but I figured that since we'll be going on a mission it'd be good for us to be able to communicate if we get separated. I also found this sword. Never used one before last night, but I think I'm getting the hang of it." Of course she was being modest. She saw the sword as another extension of herself much like her ki was and with that in mind wielding it and training with it became sort of natural.

Yaksha arrived soon after announcing his haul of senzu beans from Earth. She had heard of it during her time with Frieza's Empire. But it was so far out of the way and filled with weaklings that Frieza felt it wasn't worth his attention or resources. He was wrong as he so often was. She wondered if there was someone like Yaksha on her Earth or if they actually had strong fighters occupying the planet. She sighed in disappointment. She was never going to get the chance to find out now. Not unless there was a way to restore her universe.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her nose catching a whiff of something spectacular. She glided off the ground as if she were a cartoon character following the path of the smoky aroma. She reached the spread and found herself in front of an assortment of food that she had never seen or heard of before. Was all of this from Earth? Each thing looked more delicious than the last. That was it. She was going to make it her personal mission to revive her universe and head to Earth.

Maize's stomach grumbled loudly clearly not satisfied with the "breakfast" she fed it earlier. "Alright, alright. You're getting fed." She picked up two plates and started to pile food on them. She started with bacon and sausage and worked her way up to pancakes and french toast.

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