•Peace•

•Chapter Twenty-Two•

=Chapter Twenty-Two=
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An old book
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Tuesday, 17th of September

The questions plaguing me since yesterday was how Jason was so willing to throw money away for me. And so much money!

I was flabbergasted (yes, surprise surprise, I pick up words while reading)
And almost horrified at Jasons spending habits.

And maybe that wasn't a good example as he was in some sort of "rebellious strike" against his dad.

And my new phone? Its technology was ten times faster than my own, and it scared me how fast it was.
Is it going to emit a stronger signal just to have it on me? Will it make my scent more tempting?

It's been eerily quiet since my first attack in Gotham. I had several theories however none seemed concrete enough to depend on.

I totally haven't been loosing sleep over this. Even if my dreams are more calm these days.

Now that I think about it, my nightmares get increasingly more vivid and constant when I am close to being attacked. Or.. how close I might be to any one monster.

Ever since I left mom's apartment and moved here, the nightmares faded into dreams. And when gorgon sisters and dr thorn attacked..

Perhaps demigod dreams and nightmares acted as an alarm, one that is constant and unsettling due to the mass of monsters that roam the earth.

And when you step into Gotham.. quiet.

But this was all a theory.

A PERCY THEORY.

Yes I've been watching YouTube. Sue me.

It was currently 7:30 am, and I was sitting at my counter waiting on the cookies to finish baking.

I was writing my theories in a notebook. I included detailed explanations of my nightmares and any other dreams I've had in the notebook too, along with anything else demigod related I needed to document for my research into making Gotham a safe place for demigods.

I wrote it in all Ancient Greek, of course. Only an idiot would write it in English for the whole world to find.

Yes I know I'm an idiot sometimes. But not that much.

The oven dinged and I scooted off my stool and opened the oven, the aroma of Blue Cookies™️ greeting my nose pleasantly.

Of course the cookies were baked to perfection, and no it totally didn't take me 5 burnt batches before I was able to make Blue Cookies™️ correctly.

In my defense, I was distracted.

I packaged the cookies individually with a cute little blue sticker to seal them.

Like always, May was already down stairs blasting her favorite 80s classics, singing and dancing along while she worked on opening the shop.

"Hi May." I greeted, putting the cookies on the counter, and tossing the tongs in the basket.

"Hi dear! How did you sleep." She replied with a loving smile that melted my heart. All I wanted was to hug her.