Another letter. Chiron handed me the small post-it sized letter, patted my back and told me to go back to bed. I don't want to. I want a quest. I want a quest to go save Alexandria.
"Ozias, go back to bed." Chiron says.
I don't move.
"I- I-," I stammer for words.
"What is it?"
"Sir, I want a quest," I say. "You see her words. She needs help, reinforcements. She says she'll be dead in less than twenty-four hours without help. I need to help her. I need a quest."
"Ozias, you don't know what she's up against. Alexandria's very vague in her letters. How about we wait until the next one?"
"No, sir," I say. "She needs help now, the next letter is not here now. I can help her now. I need a quest team. Now, sir."
Chiron sighs. "Very well. An announcement will be made. Meanwhile, as we wait for volunteers, visit Miss Dare."
"Thank you, sir."
I stand, with the letter in my hand, and I walk out the door. As promised, I hear the PA system announcement. "Volunteers needed for a quest if you are interested in a quest, please report to the Big House immediately. Repeat, if you are interested in a quest, please report to the Big House immediately."
I walk forward to the Oracle's cave.
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Compilation of Less Depressing Favorite Stories
FanficSpoiler warning, where your favorite characters don't die and you aren't depressed cause they're dead. Or, they're other stories that are just plain sad. Or stuff. I write stuff
