Well, guys. This is it. The final chapter. And it's a nice long one for you (possibly the longest out of all the chapters). Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed reading this and I look forward to your continued support through its sequel (which I will start asap).

Also, I do not own anyone or anything belonging to Rick Riordan. How can I? I live in Australia.

The Cursed Demigod

Chapter 29 – Just Like A Firework

Annabeth and Malcolm found me still sitting there, staring at the spot where Karla had once been sitting. And because I wasn't moving, Malcolm decided that it would be fun to wave his hand in front of my face. Still in my daze, I did nothing. I heard Annabeth mutter something about knowing that look. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged into the Athena cabin followed by a sharp slap on the side of my face. That woke me up.

" Welcome back." Malcolm said from behind Annabeth, an uncertain half grin on his face.

" How'd I get in here?" I asked, looking around at the various emotions on my siblings' faces.

" Malcolm and I dragged you in here. Where did Karla run off to?" Annabeth replied.

I must have gone bright red because one of my other sisters screamed out, " I knew it!"

If it was at all possible, I probably went redder. But at that moment everyone's attention was drawn to the door and whoever was behind it. I'm not sure if I should be thankful or not, but when Malcolm opened the door, Piper Mclean was standing there with a pile of clothes. Then it dawned on me, Piper Mclean was the counsellor for the Aphrodite cabin. My life was officially ruined. I couldn't say over, because that right was for Karla alone.

" What's wrong with him?" Piper asked, noticing me. She probably wanted to know why I was so red in the face.

" I was right!" My enthusiastic sister exclaimed. " He's got a crush on Karla Townsend!"

" I can see."

Thank you, sister dear. I was probably glowing by this time.

" Okay, okay. Enough. These rapid changes of emotion probably aren't good for him. Thanks for the help Piper." Annabeth said.

" No problem. And you can keep those, Lee. My brother's grown out of them… again." The daughter of Aphrodite replied, throwing in a small, knowing smile at the end for me.

With that, Piper gave Annabeth the clothes that she had with her and was gone. Annabeth then handed the clothes to Malcolm and he gave the clothes to me. I just looked at the clothes, trying to figure out why we were playing pass-the-parcel, until I was dragged to my feet (gently, mind you) by my older brother and lead into the bathroom. I won't go into full detail, but I will say that by the time I got out of there, Malcolm had my wounds cleaned and dressed and me in a plain white T-shirt and black shorts that went to my knees. My hair, according to him, was as tame as he could get it. I had wondered about wearing white, considering my wounds, but Malcolm had persisted. Apparently white suited me.

" Well?" Malcolm asked for me. " If it doesn't work, we've got another four outfits in there."

" He looks fine." Annabeth nodded with an approving smile.

" Just perfect for his first date!" I really needed to get to know everyone in here, then I'd be able to tell you the name of my enthusiastic sister.

" How can you be so sure it's his first date, Marissa?" Another one of my sisters asked.

" I just know." Like I now know the name of my enthusiastic sister.

" Are you sure you're not an Aphrodite girl in disguise?" One of my brothers asked.

Marissa did the mature thing and poked her tongue out at him. Almost immediately after, Annabeth called for order and we went to breakfast. Slight problem; once at the dining pavilion I kept noticing that two people were missing. Karla, I knew, had run off somewhere, possibly to check on whatever Glade was doing. But the empty spot at the Apollo table which marked where John was supposed to be sitting kind of put me off my appetite.

Wishing breakfast was already over, I looked around and noticed the Zeus table (which was usually empty) now had that same blond haired, blue eyed boy from earlier sitting at it. The Ares, Hades and Hermes tables also had new people sitting at them. But I figured they weren't going to be staying long with the way people seemed to be talking to and about them. Finally, Karla came in and, after threatening me to eat something, went to sit with the rest of her siblings. Though I noticed, once she had sat down, that she had placed an energy bar on the table in front of me. That just made Marissa coo and the rest of us sigh.

After breakfast, we had the funeral. Glade did the most talking, explaining how John and I had found him and how, in the end, John had died a true hero. I couldn't agree more with that last statement. Come on. What else would you call the guy that had saved your life and endured your unnecessary punishment from your ancestor with you? I stayed quiet most of the time. Personally, I think that everyone was scared I was going to blow up again like I did earlier. To be honest, I was thinking the same. I did, however, manage a few soft words.

" Farewell, my brother. I guess you'll be keeping your awesome lock picking skills to yourself, huh? Well, I'll do my best to find your brother. But you kind of didn't give me much to go on. Just... wait for me in Elysium. And make sure you've got some new songs, too. There's a guy there, a son of Hephaestus, Beckendorf, I think his name was; he should be able to make you a new guitar." I said in Greek, realising that what I had said wasn't exactly a few words.

I lit the funeral pyre and watched as John's body, wrapped in his golden shroud, was engulfed in the flames. Beside him burned a red shroud with a boar's head embroidered onto it (that was Karla's) and a grey shroud with a black wolf embroidered onto it (that was mine). Watching my shroud burn I realised that I wasn't only just farewelling John, but my cursed life as well. I knew I was never going to unwillingly transform into a wolf at night, but I doubt that I was ever going to transform at all.

As the flames drew higher into the sky, I found myself staring into the face of Herodes himself. The old man had the typical wrinkly face with a straight 'Greek' nose. And he had a beard and moustache that had grown to the bottom of his chest. To be honest, he looked like an old wizard. Maybe not as old as Dumbledore, but definitely old. If he was in his wolf form, he probably would have looked like some shaggy old wolf. The look in his fiery eyes was hard and murderous. And it was in those eyes that I was pulled through time.

The first thing I saw was Herodes hunting the wolves which he and his family were to become. Then I saw his daughter praying to the god Pan and Pan placing his curse over my family. I saw the first time any one of my family become a wolf (and let me tell you, it wasn't pretty). After that, the transformations and deeds done by each of my ancestors came in quick succession… and also their deaths. I was able to make out only a few of them.

I saw the ever timid Akamas being struck down by a bolt of lightning sent by Zeus(still not entirely sure why Zeus wanted him dead); his son, Altes, running off with the wild wolves and becoming one of them (he got a happier ending, dying as an elder of his wolf pack); Bacchylides, creator of my wolf shield, crafting various weapons and shields for the army while being haunted by his ancestor, Lysias (he was the first to die from Lysias' poison); Kaenas trying to sneak aboard a ship due to set sail the same afternoon (he ended up being thrown overboard in a storm and lost at sea).

There was Tiro the first (Crisotomo's grandfather) and Pelagia's son, Timon. There was Zethus and his brother, Castor, who were both seen to beg at the feet of Zeus' temple ruins for ten years straight. Alejo, himself, was there being hunted down by Artemis. His son, Tiro the forth, lay on his death bed and telling my great grandfather, Phoenix, the old stories. I saw Phoenix, having gained enough forgiveness from Ares, fighting and dying for the Greek army in WWI somewhere in The Balkan Peninsula.

Then I saw Grandpa Wolf, or rather Kairos Kaklamanakis, running away from Greece during WWII and making it over to America while the gods were busy with… other matters. I saw the days my Uncle Silenos and my father were born and the day that Uncle Silenos was injured during the Vietnam War. I remember the story. The Vietnamese had blown off his right leg and the curse was put on temporary hiatus for two weeks while his body adjusted to the lack of limb. The next image I saw of a three legged, grey and brown wolf running alongside a red husky. In actual fact, that red husky was my cousin, Aaron, who wasn't a husky at all. I remember crying the day we found out that someone had run over him. He was my favourite cousin, being the only one out of my three cousins to actually know what the curse felt like. Finally I saw my father. I saw his life playing before me. The last image of my father was of him taking the golden basket that held my tiny, crying body safely inside the house in Branchville.

All too soon I was looking at myself, watching as I ran away from my father, became friends with John, found Glade in the junkyard, came to Camp Half-Blood and met Karla. I saw, rather than remembered, when I argued with the rest of camp about kissing the boar above Karla's cabin. In all honesty, the sight of it made me hungry. I hadn't had any lunch at the time, so you can guess what happened. I'll tell you now, that boar has a new scar on the end of its snout. Then I was shown when I went on my quest and finally faced off against Lysias. Thankfully Herodes cut off the scenes when Lysias was only just beginning to pounce that first time after we saw him. He returned, Herodes that is, with a different look in his eyes. They were no longer murderous. Instead, they were weary and old. But there was a smile on his face.

" Σας ευχαριστώ, Λυσίας..." The fire seemed to crackle in an old, tired voice. I got the feeling it was Herodes speaking.

At sunset I made my way to the beach alone. Over my left arm was a blanket and a couple of pillows which I had brought from the camp store earlier (along with some other things, but they were back in my cabin). I was earlier than anyone else, but I wanted to make sure that I was as comfortable as I could be before anyone else got there. Besides, it would take them ten minutes to get down there, fifteen at max, where as it was taking me nearly twice as long as anyone else to get anywhere… and that was with the aid of a temporary walking stick. So while they were still scrambling around like chickens without their heads trying to get ready and pick up their dates and whatnot, I was trudging along like an old man and otherwise taking my time to pick the best spot.

I just rhymed didn't I?

Oh well. I guess even gods need to have some fun every now and then. Even if it was just to cheer themselves up.

I decided to set myself up right in front of a large chunk of rock that I think may have originally been part of the climbing wall once upon a time. Personally, I don't want to think about the kind of explosion that would have caused the rock to get there in the first place. So, placing the pillows on top of the rock, I lay the blanket in front of the rock. Then I moved the pillows from the top of the rock to the blanket and awkwardly eased myself down. Once I was on the blanket and my legs were stretched out in front of me, I placed one pillow behind my back and the other under my right leg. Then I leaned back into the soft pillow and watched the waves crash against the shore and the children of Hephaestus doing final checks on the fireworks.

My eyes slowly closed to the soothing sound of the ocean and my mind took the chance to wander. After the funeral, Katie Gardner from Demeter came over to me and helped me to the nearest bench. From there we had a little talk and she apologised for hitting me in the head when I first woke up in the infirmary weeks ago. It turned out that Karla, Emmett, Glade and the Stolls were arguing about something and it was giving Katie a headache. That's how she opted to help me through the morning and through my 'shopping list'. She even helped me send my grandfather's 'Letter of Apology to the Gods' after I had read through and signed it. It was Katie that basically forced the Stolls into babysitting me.

Actually, it was Katie and Karla. Apparently something had gone down in the kitchens that had Karla wanting to kill them. Katie, though still believing they deserved the punishment they received from Chiron, decided to save them from Karla's wrath. That's when she forced them to look after me before going back to her strawberry fields. So it was that Connor got a whole bunch of apologies from me for basically using him as stress relief. Immediately afterward, I collapsed and they had to take me to the infirmary. That's when I got the walking stick and was given some pain killers (the Apollo cabin still didn't want to risk me with any more Nectar or Ambrosia). Once that was done, the Stolls helped me get to lunch.

It was after lunch that I probably had the most fun. Karla was still angry with the Stolls for whatever it was that they had done in the kitchens before lunch and when she saw them looking after me, she got really angry. Glade didn't look too happy himself when I saw him walk over from the Dionysus table. Those two combined were enough to get the older sons of Hermes moving, but when Annabeth, Percy, Malcolm, Katie and Emmett joined Karla and Glade… well, I've never seen two people run that fast before in my life. Unfortunately for Emmett, though, Karla turned on him and basically ordered him to babysit me as soon as Travis and Connor were out of sight.

The sound of people talking and walking along the beach to get a good spot for the fireworks woke me from my memories. But I still had one last memory playing on my mind. It was one where I was sure that Karla was going to be mad about. Why? Because I snuck off and hid from her brother. Hey! It was a win, win situation. He didn't want to babysit me and I didn't want a babysitter. Not to mention I wanted to be alone. With a sigh, I picked up my walking stick and began drawing in the sand next to me.

When I was done, I looked down at my masterpiece. It was a simple birthday cake; double layer, cream in the middle, icing oozing down the sides and two lit candles which made the number 16. Looking at the number 16 on my sand birthday cake, I couldn't believe that sixteen years ago at two-thirty in the morning, I had been found in a golden basket on the front of my father's doorstep with a silver owl watching over me. Nor could I believe that my best friend wasn't there to celebrate my birthday with me. But something seemed to be missing. After a few minutes, I realised what it was.

" Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy Birthday to Lee Harvey-King. Happy birthday to me. Now count to three, and make a wish. Blow out the candles, and seal with a kiss." I whispered to myself as the fireworks began.

I didn't feel like singing. It hurt too much. Singing brought forth the memories of John constantly trying to teach me how to sing and of the fact that I was now the last one of my family alive. If you're trying to figure out why I would be the last one when there was still Uncle Silenos, well he kind of went berserk after his only son died. We'll just leave it at that. Either way, I pretended to blow out the candles and blew a kiss at the firework filled sky.

" You call that a cake?" Someone called from behind me, making me jump. It was then that I realised that Kleitos was not on my wrist.

As best as I could, so as not to aggravate my wounds, I turned to see who was behind me. Standing behind me were my brother Malcolm, Connor Stoll, Karla and Emmett Townsend and Glade Bushell, the one-handed satyr. In Karla's hands was a birthday cake; double layer, no doubt with cream in the middle, icing all around it and two lit candles which made the number 16. It was better than my sand cake in more ways than one. Especially since their cake was decorated and my cake was plain.

" That's nothing." Connor said. I realised it was he who had spoken earlier. " This is what I call a cake. Took us five people and six times to make it, though."

" You're not supposed to say that, Connor." Malcolm hissed.

Karla came forward and knelt next to me, placing the cake on the blanket beside me. " What was that you just said?" She asked.

" Just a birthday thing." I replied, not understanding what she meant.

Glade did though. " Now count to three," He started.

Malcolm and Emmett said the next part in unison. " And make a wish."

" Blow out the candles," Connor and Karla both said, though Karla spoke in a whisper.

They all seemed to be waiting for me to finish the final line. But I kept them hanging. Instead I counted to three and made my wish. Then I blew out the candles and looked up at Karla. My father had always kissed me on the head at this last part. I was determined to change that. Suddenly I was aware of nothing else except her. I was still wearing the white shirt and black shorts from earlier. But she… she was something else. She was wearing a plain light blue dress with a neck tie strap that trailed down past her knees and her hair was in a coiled bun. I admit, and I'm being serious about this. She looked drop dead gorgeous. I found myself leaning towards her… and she towards me.

" And seal with a kiss." I sighed, closing the gap between me and Karla.

I swear when our lips met, the sky wasn't the only place that fireworks were going off in. I think I heard someone grumble something about a 'proper kiss', but I was too busy living in paradise with Karla to think much. Actually, I couldn't think at all. The only reason why we stopped, really, was because we both needed to breathe. As we caught our breaths, I couldn't help but notice that the little puppy in Karla's eyes was jumping around like a crazy lunatic (though I'll never tell that to her). I got the feeling that the wolf in me was either howling like crazy or else spread out on the ground with his tongue sticking out and a dreamy look on his face. But I knew right there and then that she was mine and mine alone.

" Ahem. Camp Half-Blood to the love birds." Connor's voice penetrated my empty thoughts. " I know this is a big moment and all, but we've still got stuff to do. Does the word 'presents' mean anything to anyone?"

" Only you would think of that." Malcolm sighed as Glade stifled a laugh.

" You really shouldn't have…" I began, but I was cut off.

" We're doing something… ahem, nice… here. Shut up and accept it!" Emmett growled.

I think Karla would have blown up at her brother at that moment if it weren't for Connor passing me an envelope. The envelope was a metallic light blue colour with the hint of light green mixed into its shine. Somehow I knew it was from the gods, specifically Hermes. To be honest, I hadn't expected a reply from the gods so soon. I had only sent the scroll that morning. Gingerly I accepted the letter from the son of Hermes. But instead of opening it, I merely stared at it like it was going to spontaneously combust in my face.

Lee Harvey-King

c/o Camp Half-Blood

Farm Road 3.141

Long Island, New York 11954

" It was on my bed." Connor was saying, but I could barely hear him. " Not sure why it was sent to me when it's addressed to you, but."

My hands must have been shaking because Karla placed her hand on my arm and whispered something. Unfortunately, if I could only just hear Connor when he was talking normally, I couldn't hear Karla at all when she was whispering. But her touch seemed to soothe my nerves and calm my racing heart. With a deep breath, I broke the seal on the back of the envelope and took out the white sheets of paper that were housed within. I'm not sure how I was able to in the dark, but I managed to read the dark writing easily.

Dear Mr Harvey-King

Recently we, the Olympian Counsel, received a letter of apology, started by your ancestor Eryx Kozani, stating that all children of Herodes Papakostas, regardless of gender, have borne the Curse of Pan and the anger of the gods for too long and wish to make amends to your offences. We understand that it has been prophesied that you, Lysias Eugenios Elpis 'Lee' Demian Evander Harvey-King, were to destroy said curse. We also understand that it was this curse which kept Lysias the first, son of Prokles Kozani and Melantha Papakostas, grandson of Herodes Papakostas, bound to the living earth and the Lord Hades thanks you for your efforts in releasing the spirit from its bonds and returning it to its proper place in the Underworld.

However, as the Lord Pan, sadly, is no longer among us, we cannot completely accept the apology for the unnecessary destruction of the ancient wolves which surrounded the land belonging to Herodes Papakostas. In light of this event, we shall personally talk to the Counsel of Cloven Elders on this matter and shall contact you upon word of their decision. You may, however, take comfort in the knowledge that the Lord Hermes, Messenger of the gods and father of the lord Pan, has accepted your apology on behalf of his son.

This has led us to address the varying circumstances which have gained the Counsel's full attention over the course of the past two thousand years. We understand that you, personally, had nothing to do with these criminal acts of felony, but as punishment has already been placed over the heads of those in question, we cannot actually accept their apologies. However we do accept the apologies proposed upon their behalf by you and your ancestors who have not committed any criminal acts of felony that have come to our attention.

So it is that we, the Olympian Counsel, have accepted your apologies and grant you and any future generations relating to you forgiveness for all deeds of the past. We also congratulate you on your recent victory of the cessation of the haunts of Lysias the first as we have seen that you have completed your oath upon the River Styx with satisfying results. As part of this, we shall hence forth remove our undivided watch from your blood and grant you the peace that you and your family have deserved for the past one hundred and fifty generations.

Signed,

Lord Zeus, King of the gods,

On behalf of all members of the Olympian Counsel.

Once I had finished, I felt like my head had just exploded out of relief. The gods had accepted my family's letter of apology. With that over with, I leaned back against my pillow and closed my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief as I did so. However, I had completely forgotten about the fact that Karla, Glade, Connor, Emmett and Malcolm were still hanging around to celebrate my birthday with me. I was instantly reminded about that small fact when Karla called my name and snapped me from my thoughts.

My eyes snapped open and I looked at her.

" What was that all about?" She asked.

" Remember those scrolls that my grandfather's headstone shot at me?" I replied.

" Your grandfather's headstone did what now?" Malcolm exclaimed, horrified.

" I never knew headstones could get possessed." Connor said thoughtfully.

" It wasn't possessed, Connor. It was an automaton." Glade replied.

" That explains it."

" Anyway. The third scroll was a letter of apology to the gods for my ancestors' deeds. They accepted it and granted forgiveness. My family is no longer on the gods' 'most wanted' list." I said excitedly.

" The gods have a 'most wanted' list?" Connor asked, somewhat shocked. Personally I think he was afraid that he and his brother would be on that list.

" Now that that's over with, let's get on with what we're really here for." Emmett urged.

Malcolm then came forward and handed me a box with grey ribbon on it. " That letter wasn't the only thing that came from the gods. I found this on your bunk, but decided to bring it with us when we did your cake." He said.

On the box, tied to the ribbon, was a small tag which I quickly glanced over. It said something about enhancing Kleitos or something like that. Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out how I was able to read in the bad light. I doubt it was from the firework movies that were playing in the sky. Maybe the gods had rigged up the writing to glow in the dark or something. Whatever it was, my mind only saw the word Kleitos and instantly ordered me to rip open the box.

I didn't rip open the box, just so you know. I was more civil than that. The ribbon came off easily at my touch and I was able to remove the lid with a quick sweep of my hands. Without a second glance, the first thing I grabbed was Kleitos. But even as I returned it to my wrist I knew that something had changed about it. Where there had once been an image of a double bladed pole arm, there now was the image of a bow and arrow. Come to think of it, when I was in my cabin earlier I didn't see my shield or my dad's bow and arrow anywhere. I had just assumed that someone from my cabin had placed them elsewhere and was going to lecture them on the importance of those particular items.

Just to make sure my theory was right, I flicked through the various forms of Kleitos. The crowbar was still there, as was the sword. But, like in cuff form, my dad's bow had replaced the pole arm. Even the bow itself looked different. It was still wooden, but it seemed to be encased in celestial bronze. And the arrows? All I did was pull the ever ready celestial bronze string back and it was instant celestial bronze death stick. Awesome! I would have fired one to test if the arrows were never-ending if it wasn't for a particularly bright series of fireworks dancing across the surface of something else in the box.

Returning Kleitos to its cuff form, I reached into the box and pulled out a pendant. It was a perfectly round, black pendant with a smaller, silver circle close to the clip. Sitting on a cross on the silver circle was the head of a silver wolf howling. On the ends of the horizontal line of the cross, dangling down over the black circle, were two silver eagle feathers. In between these two feathers rested a teardrop ruby… the birthstone of July. When I turned it over, I noticed a single word – a name actually; Aegidius. Shield. Sure enough, as I brushed my thumb against the ruby, my family's old wolf shield came into being, wrapped around my left arm.

" Is that real?" Emmett asked. I could practically hear the awe in his voice.

" No, Emmett. It's a prototype from three thousand years ago." I replied, sarcasm dripping on every word. " Of course, it's real. How do you think it got all those dents in it?"

That was when I noticed that sitting just above my arm, crossed over each other, rested two of the eagle feathers that I had salvaged. They were exactly the same as when I had picked them from the ground, only they had been cleaned and were now laced with gold ribbon. I got the feeling this was why I could only find two of the eagle feathers when I went searching for them just before the funeral.

" Thanks, guys." I said, returning Aegidius to its pendant form and placing it around my neck.

" We're not done yet." Glade said, handing me yet another present.

This time it was a small box. Inside it was a gold watch. Just a simple gold watch with a black face and roman numerals along the edge of the face. There were no fancy calendar date segments or compass gadgets. And there were definitely no other fancy bits and bots that would have had my head spinning because I couldn't work it out. It was just nice and simple; just how I liked my clocks to be. Somehow, though… somehow I knew that this was the last present that John had ever gotten me.

" There's just one thing I want to know, Lee." Glade said.

" Ask away." I replied.

" Why is it, John and Karla get to know when your birthday is and I don't?"

" Hey, you do now."

" Back then I didn't."

" Did you get this before or after you broke into prison?"

" You broke into prison?" Connor began ranting. " Why would you break into prison? That is one of the worst places that any thief can go."

" Then maybe we shouldn't tell him about the car." Karla muttered in my ear, causing me to nod in agreement despite the stray wisps of laughter escaping me.

Glade sighed when he realised that we were off track again before continuing. " What I mean is that you were still in prison when John noticed the watch. He just had to get it for you. His last words to me were to make sure you got that watch."

" And I did get it. Thanks guys. For everything. You made this day turn out to be just like a firework." I sighed.

" No pun intended, right?" Malcolm asked.

" Wrong. I thought this day was going to be dull, like the sky. You guys brought some colour back into it, like a firework brightens the night."

To prove my point, a new set of firework images blossomed in the sky above. I recognised it as a fight between Percy Jackson and the titan Kronos (I had been told of the story before I went on my quest). In the silence that had wrapped itself around our little group, I noticed Connor, Malcolm, Emmett and Glade take a seat around Karla and myself. Karla used her dagger (which she always had on her) to cut the cake and she passed it round to each of us. We sat watching Gaea get her butt kicked by the seven while eating birthday cake.

But all eyes turned to me when a new fireworks display was seen in the sky. It was a human transforming into a wolf and then howling out a victory. And as I watched the wolf raise its head to howl for a second time, my hand made its way up to my throat and my fingers wrapped around the half pendant that John had entrusted to me. I knew, from then on, that I would do whatever it takes to find John's brother and bring him to camp. Regardless of how my body was coping with Lysias's poison.

Phew. That letter was a tough one to write. Hopefully it's okay. And hopefully I got eveyone that doesn't belong to me in character.

Now to get a few things clear.

Σας ευχαριστώ, Λυσίας = Thank you, Lysias

Yes, this is the last chapter and so the end of the story.

Yes, I am making a sequel. I'm calling it 'Search For The Twin'.

No, it will not be up instantly. I'm not that fast a thinker, you know. I also have a whole heap of other stuff that I need to do.

And just for you, the summary of 'Search For The Twin':

" Okay. So I was a little weirded out when my music teacher told me that my long-lost twin brother was dead. I began to get suspicious when three kids showed up looking for ME. Soon after, I became worried for my sanity when I was jumped by a gang of seal-dogs. Only one thing was on my mind. Why me?"

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