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Daughter of Shadow, Legacy of Water	By : Emereld_Kitten_Tail Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 13986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Kill her"
The silence around her lasted just long enough for Luke to run out of the horde. Once he was gone the roars of the monsters made her truly fear for her life for the first time since she first killed that Cyclops. She couldn’t see a way come out of this alive but she had to. Her baby sibling needed their older sister. Peter needed her to help him when he got in over his head. Her friends at school would miss her if she never returned. Mama and Papa would mourn her forever. She didn’t know what Clarisse would do but she hoped it involved moving on in some sort.
It was then that she remembered her Aura. She couldn’t keep it up for long or it would start shortening her life but she could use it long enough to get out of here alive.
Almost instantly a black, green, and amber Aura exploded from her body. Any monster within a ten-foot radius was instantly crushed under the pressure. Power rushed through her veins, it felt like a simple movement could mold the world around her easily. But with this power came a renewed desire for blood, flesh and carnage. It was far more intense than her last bout but then again, she had merged with Atu much more since then.
It happened in a flicker, or close to it. One moment she was standing there with the flame like power wrapping around her body then she was covered in blood once more while the rest poured over the side of the boat like waterfall in hell. If there were any survivors to it, they would have called her an entity of destruction and gore.
Her body hit the limit for how long she could hold her aura within 30 seconds. It was a last-minute ability but it did its job. As her mind cleared she took in the piles of meat around her but it looked like paste by this point and ruined her appetite. It was then that a large wave of power rolled from somewhere inside the boat.
"CERILIA ATU!!"
Not looking back Persia jumped off the side of the boat, wind blew around her as she fell. It was amazing while at the same time frightening. In a hard crash, she sank beneath the water like a stone. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was a large boy in a red lumberjack shirt and a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

0/0

When she finally awoke the first thing she noticed was that she was in the infirmary at Camp half-blood. She didn’t know what happened after she jumped off the cruise ship but she did know there was no way she got here on her own.
Swinging her legs off the cot she got to her feet on unsteady legs. Looking at herself the first thing that popped in her mind was that she was in a hospital gown. Somehow, she was changed from the tunic into these things. Great just another person to know her secret.
Taking a few uneasy steps, she started her shuffle toward the exit. First thing on her mind was to get to her room and enjoy her bed. When she finally reached the outside, she didn’t see anyone in the camp. It didn’t sit right with her. Looking up at the hill she could see a crowd of people standing around, with Chiron in front, watching as the Golden Fleece was draped over the lowest available branch. A smile spread over her lips as they all cheered in joy. she didn’t know how they got it out of her shadow but she guessed it was her papa's doing.
Not wanting to be around in a gown when they all finished she started her walk towards the big house. Looked like camp had been fixed up since she left camp and they had killed those stupid birds. She did take not that her boat was docked behind the Poseidon cabin. That wouldn’t be lasting for long.
Once inside her room she peeled off the gown and started at her body in her mirror. her neck had bandages along with her right breast so those must have been from Luke. Her waist had been wrapped up as well and from what she could tell there was a cloth keeping the blood in. Her butt was bruised from smashing into the water from at least six stories and her ankles where bandaged as well. All in all, she was one hot mess; funny this was that she couldn’t feel any of it.
As she looked through her available clothing she thought over everything she had learned in the course of her trip. The possibility that her papa didn’t conceive her and that it had been Poseidon. Then said sea god forcing her shadow abilities to the back and bringing up his own. Now that she thought about it, she was lucky he did that because she never would have been able to control the boat.... well that was it really. Then there was her time at Circe's spa and her time with Reyna, especially that kiss. Then Polymethius' island was a big party. Oh, and Clarisse figuring out and embracing her. and to finish it all off the big quest sandwich the entire Princess Andromeda. Yeah, she didn’t even want to go there again.
Stopping for a moment she grabbed her extra-large hoodie and slipped it on over her head. Thankfully she was so small or this wouldn’t have worked. The hem was just above her knees while the neckline slopped just enough to show what little cleavage she had. Her review of her covering was broken when there was a knock on her door. Not feeling the energy to get it herself she plopped down on her bed.
"It’s open" There was a light click before it opened to show none other than her favorite wine god.
"Oh, hello Dionysius. Did you come all this way to see little old me?" she put a hand to her chest in mock amazement. A grin spread across the man’s face that she couldn’t help but like.
"Kind of hard to go far when I’m just next door. Now little yes you are but your most definitely not old." she couldn’t help but giggle at his weak flirting. It was one thing she liked about him. "But either way, you weren’t given clearance to leave the medical bay. Weren’t even supposed to awake until tomorrow actually."
"But Dionysius, Medical places are evil!" she sent him a pout but he didn’t look fooled. "Okay you got me. I was feeling trapped so I came here to escape. I would have gone on my ship or the clearing but the first one I would have to go through Poseidon's cabin to get it while the other is just too far away from me."
"Why didn’t you just Shadow travel?" it seemed obvious but he must not be good at sense mana like Circe's. "And that Sea spawn told us his father sent him that boat when his last one wouldn’t work no more." If she didn’t expect it she would have been angry but she did so she settles with clenching the bottom of her hoodie, unknowingly giving the god a few up her hoodie.
"Poseidon forced his genes in me to the front while forcing my Papa's back. I can’t even use shadows on my own." She flashed him her pinky ring, "Had this enchanted by Circe while I was on her island for a few weeks. It lets me use just enough of my shadow abilities to control them for a few minutes but nothing extreme. So far, all I can do is bring up my storage. She also gave me the boat after I help kill Blackbeard and his crew." She didn’t even feel sorry for killing them, especially when they had grabbed Reyna and Helen to take with them.
Seeing as this talk might take a moment Dionysius sat down against her door while drinking a glass of raspberry sweat tea. She had managed to get him hooked on it before she left. Given that he was blushing she figured he added something to it.
"I’ll make sure that the boat is moved before the night is out." setting his glass down he started fishing in his pocket. It took a minute for him to get everything right but when he pulled his hand out he tossed her a bright green gem charm. "That is the reward you asked for a year ago." he seemed to think about something before deciding against it.
Looking at the charm she couldn’t see how such a little thing could give her something similar to a menu screen from a video game. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to hook up to it or not anymore. When she had asked for it she mostly just wanted to see if they could create such a thing. It would be rude if she didn’t but then again, she wasn’t a fan of Olympian rules.
"What will it fully due? I know what I asked for but I wasn’t sure if you could get it all without substituting something for something else." She didn’t want to doubt them but she had to many problems with immortals not to be weary.
Dionysius took a drink before looking her in the eye, "I’m not entirely sure myself. The only part I was asked to work on was linking this device to your mind so only you can see it. besides that, I haven’t the slightest. "
That was kind of offsetting but he had worked hard on it for her. So, taking a deep breath she clipped it on her bracelet. It glowed for a moment and she felt a small zap through the bracelets bond. Made sense to her actually. Turned out that it was the bracelet that was the bonded item but anything attached to it is synced in as well.
Not feeling anything extra like she expected she cautiously extended her mana down her arm and into the charm. As soon as she did that it glowed a bright green before flashing white. She was seeing spot for a moment and by Dionysius' reaction he was to. He had placed his free arm over his eyes in case it happened again.
looking around she couldn’t see anything different about her world like names over people’s heads or anything, so that was good. Her plan for this was that it only effected herself. She might get things for her main quests but besides that it wouldn’t go crazy.
'status'
there was no sound to it but as soon as she thought it a screen appeared above her left wrist. lifting her finger up to it she tried to push it through but found that it wouldn’t budge. Guess it was solid to her if she wanted to press tabs and stuff on it. The first thing she looked at was things involving her personally, not her skills.
Persia Jackson
The Gamer
Title: Child of Shadow, Legacy of water
Level: 15
HP: 750
MP:325
STR: 3
SPE: 7
Flex: 5
INT: 6
Perks^
First human- you were created by the titan Prometheus as the first human being with both genitals Thus making you a creature without limits. Each time you die you are reincarnated but will have your memories of your past lives. (Permanent)
<Cerilia Atu merging: 62% complete>
Natural Nudist- you don’t like wearing clothes but no one ever questions you on it. You could go around naked and not even the police will stop you. Beware higher risk of sexual assault. (Permanent)
Past life family traits^
wolf's life- Heighten senses, gets hormonal easily, cravings for raw fresh and blood, and viciously protective of those in your close circle. 3/10
She blinked owlishly at the screen. That would actually make sense to the all things considering. For some reason, she had a thought that all her stats were super high considering all the things she can do. Then again, she hadn’t looked at skills yet.
"So, what does it say? I must admit I’m quite curious about what we created." the god was leaning toward her like a child with a new toy. Honestly, he seems more excited than she was. When she read him what it said, minus the ones referencing past lives, he hummed in thought.
"I think why everything is so low is because naturally humans have an extent to what they can go. I’m sure most of the kids at this camp will have high stats if they could see them but that might be because of their godly heritage. I’m pretty sure regular humans will be at one or two while sportsmen or the academically inclined will be just a number or two higher in those areas but never over all in all of them." It was just a hypothesis but it the best one she had so she wouldn’t question it too much. The only way to test it would be in her next life.
Now that she thought it over she didn’t really care about her skills. It kind of took out the point of fighting for the sake of fighting. Although she would like to see how close she was mastering them, especially her mana control and Aura. Letting out a sigh she flipped the screen over to skills and took a look.
Skills^
Archery: 57/100
throwing knifes: 42/100
Chain blade: 36/100
Shadow travel: 13/ 50
Shadow manipulation: 27/50
Raising dead: 1/100
Water manipution: 4/ 50
Aura: 3/1000
???: Locked
mana sensing: 2/100
Okay her skills were total crap, to her at least. How could she be so low in archery? As Atu she spent most of her late childhood hunting with her bow and even more so after she started having children. She had expected more than that. Then there is that weird locked skill. Does it have something to do with that barrier in between her mana worlds? It would have to be something she looked into later. Once she finished voicing her thoughts on her skill she only got a chuckle out of him.
"Persia if you knew anything about games you would realize that you are higher then you have any right to be for your age. with each level, it becomes that much harder to get to the next. To think your complaining is just hilarious!" Okay she wasn’t all that much into games but the idea sounded great for figuring out her skills. Who knew there was this other stuff to deal with as well.
Huffing at him she fell backwards onto her pillow, not wanting to see the amusement in his eyes. She had to admit it was a little funny that she forgot something so simple though. But then against she had never played one before so how could she possible know? Yeah, she asked for it but mainly she just took things off the top of her head that she wanted to be able to monitor more effectively.
Soon the room fell into a comfortable silence as the pair just sat there. Everyone in a while there would be a light flash but it was just Dionysius refilling his cup. Some would find it strange that they were so comfortable around each other but Persia didn’t think anything of it. The man was charming when he wanted to be and he was a good at listening to her when she needed to speak. Mostly it was the companionship that she loved about it. He just understood her more than anyone else did.
"I think it would do you well to get outside soon. It’s not like you to stay cooped up indoors." his voice was soft but there was a hint of worry to it to. He cared for her and she liked the feeling it gave her. She didn’t say anything for a long time, just letting her worries fall away from her.
"Okay"
Pushing herself up off her bed and walked over to the man. He was staring at her waiting to see what she'd do. It had turned into a little game between them. Last time she manipulated his shadow to wiggle over his sides to tickle him. It took forever until he gave in but it had worked.
"If you don’t get up I’m going to sit on you."
He sent her a challenging smirk thinking she wouldn’t actually do it. With narrow eyes, she stepped onto both side of him and plopped her butt down on his lap. She wiggled a bit to get comfortable but not once did she look away from his face.
Neither of them moved when their eyes locked. Her heart was fluttering wildly when she realized what kind of position she had put herself in. Then there was the pure desire and want that was showing in the man’s purple eyes. His hand rose to her face and she shuddered when he stroked her cheek. It felt so nice.
Soon, she was closing her eyes and leaning toward him. She wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him and him return it. But right as she felt his breath on her face he disappeared. the suddenness of it was so much that she fell down hard on her bruised bottom.
Blinking a little she stared at where he had been. He had obviously fled for some reason. She could feel tears in her eyes as sadness slipped into her little heart. She had gone too far this time and he ran from her because of it. The tears weren’t enough and soon she found herself weeping into pillow on her bed. Her face buried in their soft shells as tears, sadness, and snot leaked from her.
Persia may come off as strong but she was still a 12-year-old girl. Sometimes things became too much for her and she breaks down crying. This just happened to be one of those.
Soon the sun fell from the sky and darkness rose to take its place. It filled her room like it was trying to comfort her but she couldn’t feel it thanks to Poseidon. She wanted her Mama and Papa to tell her it was okay even though she knew it wasn’t. Hopefully things wouldn’t get to back to normal as a result.

0/0

For the rest of summer Persia hide from camp. Even though Clarisse had often come by to try and drag her out she refused to budge. More than once the girl started yelling at her in frustration but it did nothing to ease the pain inside.
The only time she came out was at night-time and she either went to her boat or the clear on the Cliffside. It was in those places that she could relax and release her sadness. She did this in two ways; spamming her arrows into trees and controlling water in the bay and make it crash down on the shore, or at least she was trying to. More than once she had exhausted herself into unconsciousness from the strain but she didn’t care.
The only good thing that came out of it was that her water level had risen two levels. Didn’t really do all that much but it was something.
By the time she had to go home, her skin had paled dramatically. Usually it was a little dark but now it was as pale as her fathers. It looked okay but at times she felt like she looked like a zombie. Add in that her hair had grown a little over the past few months and now was touching her shoulders again. She didn’t do anything with it anymore and just let it free fall. It didn’t look unkempt though.
She was eternally grateful when Chiron called to ask her Mama to pick her up. Of course, the entire ride home was plague with her Mama asking her all types of questions but she wouldn’t give up her reason for being sad. Mama probably expected it was boy trouble and she wouldn’t tell her.
Once they pulled up in front of their home Persia was already out of the car with her things and running inside. Her mother had been a little slower but that was because of the baby she was growing.
On her way in she noticed her Papa was sitting on the couch, waiting for her most likely. He tried to stand up and walked to her but she didn’t want to talk no more. So, throwing open the door she headed down to her room. If she had looked back she would have seen her parent exchange an extremely worried look.
As soon as she got to her room she threw her things down and stripped before burying herself in her blankets. She didn’t want to think about camp, Dionysius, Clarisse, or even her upcoming school year. On top of it all she was in the middle of her period. Thankfully it wasn’t as painful as the one last summer but it was enough for her.
Over the next few days she barely spoke and when she did it was so soft that they couldn’t even hear her. Mama had started getting worried but she told her she was fine. She didn’t let it go though.
Finally, it was time for school. Her Mama would be driving her today since she couldn’t shadow travel at the moment. She wasn’t doing the Scholarship student intro this year seeing as her mother was going to be there. Honestly, she didn’t want to be there.
School was such a trying thing for her between the students, classes, and the homework. She already knew that most of them would pick up on her change in attitude and start harassing her because of it. Middle school kids were dreadful.
This year she was taking almost the same classes as last year, only more advance, but she had finally got to add that Botany class to it.
She was walking through the halls with her fully stuffed satchel and duffle page. It was weighing her down and she was visible struggling with them but she forced herself toward the gym. Ducket was already there and she swore he was greyer than last year. Gently she knocked on his office door and walked inside when she heard his gruff 'come in'.
"What do you want Jackson? I don’t see you until the end of the day." his voice was gruff but she could tell he was also confused. He must not get many visitors, it’s a wonder why.
"I was hoping I could put my things away early. I don’t really want to risk leaving them in my locker." Her locker was one of the few that were frequently vandalized and had things stolen. Usually she didn’t have to worry about it with her shadow storage but that wouldn’t be an option this year.
Ducket looked at her with narrow eyes. He of course knew of the bullying the girl went through because of her condition. Looking back on it he hadn’t made that great of a first impression but there really wasn’t anything he could do about it. It was easier on them all to just have her use the boy’s lockers then the girls. He had been nervous about that at first but when Walker had told him of what the girl did to make herself more secure he felt things would work out for the time being.
Of course, that said nothing about the shouting match he had with the principle and Sally Jackson. That women could scare a God if she wanted to. A shudder went through him at the thought of it.
"Do as you want, I won’t stop you. But ill warn you now so you’re not surprised later. The school board has put in a new clause that I have to follow. There will be no more covering in the school showers." His eyes shown with Sympathy toward the child but he knew there was nothing he could do.
Persia has staring at the man in horror. It was no secret that the board didn’t like her and tended to go out of their way to make her life hell. Funny considering her family funded the school more than any other did. Now they had taken away her shield during her showers. It was already weird bathing with a bunch of naked boys but this was just going to make it worse. She would have to bow to their demands or not fence. Stupid Bigots.
"Understood Couch." She didn’t need to say more, they both new why it was happening. They were looking for a way to get her out of the school. Her enrollment may have been allowed because of her family money but that didn’t mean they were okay with it.
Walking out of the man’s office she headed toward the locker room. The inside still smelled of sweat and male pheromones from the football teams last practice. Heat raced through her body and she could feel herself becoming hard. this must be what that wolf perk meant by easily hormonal. It just made her horny.
Ignoring the stirring between her legs she headed over to her old locker. The lock her Papa gave her was still there thankfully and once she had it opened she started organizing it. The locker was one of those six-foot-tall ones with three little shelves and a large are below. On the top shelf went her towel, then her change ballet outfit, and then her hygiene things. In the large area, she put her fencing outfit up on the right hook while hanging her duffle on the left. Both her pointe shoes and fencing shoes sat on the bottom. She thought about getting a mirror for it but figured that was a little too much girl for the boy’s locker room.
Since she was all finished she slipped her satchel back on and headed out. School wouldn’t open for a half hour yet. She waved at the couch as she passed by before going out. Next stop was the front office to get her ID and locker number.
the office was rather plain with plants in the corners, chairs against one wall, a desk for the secretary, and a door to the principal’s office. There was a vice principle somewhere in the school but she had yet to find it even after all her years here.
"Ah Ms. Jackson. I have to say I was a little worried when you weren’t with the Scholarship students this morning." the secretary was a rather large woman with red hair down to her midback. She was nice though.
"Hello Ma'am. I wasn’t feeling too well today so my Mama offered to take my place. Umm...you wouldn’t happen to know my Locker info and have the ID machine still up and running, would you? I wasn’t able to make it for orientation." the secretary sent her an understanding look before she started digging around in one of her draws.
It took a second but she found it. "Ah ha! Locker 472, that should be by the girl Lavatory on the second floor of the Arts building." Great right by all her tormentors.
The lady then pulled out a fancy looking camera and she stood still for it. She even tried smiling a little but she didn’t think it looked real. the Redhead then fiddled on her computer for a minute before handing her a fresh ID card. Seeing the hole on the front she clipped it to the purple Lanyard around her neck before she headed out.
From the front gate, she could see that some of the students were finally starting to show up. Some were talking or relaxing while others were horsing around. There were a few parents waiting with the little ones but not many. Most parents drop them off the Designated Little One Chaperone before taking off.
Not feeling like dealing with them yet she turned and headed for her locker. It wasn’t hard to find since the secretary basically told her where it was at. If there was one thing her school was weird about it was the lockers and bathrooms. For each building, there was two floors. On the bottom floor, there was the boys lave and lockers while the girls were on the top floor. She personally thought that the designer was a pervert and just wanted it so boys could look up girl’s skirts. The only plus side of this was that the only time either gender ventured on the other floor was if their class was stationed on it.
What sucked was that she was surrounded with distrustful and simple minded girls. Sometimes she wished she could use the teacher’s lockers but the school felt like she was segregated from her peers enough without adding that to it.
When she left to find her first class she found that she spent longer than she thought at her locker. Students were milling about the yard or walking around trying to remember where everything was. Seeing how class didn’t start until 8:30 most were just catching up with friends about their summer.
Seeing how this was a rich kid school many of them went over the country, or world, and visited places. From what she could hear one kid spent his summer doing 'charity' work in the amazon rain forest. More like he was punished by his parents for his bad grades, so they sent him there to teach him a lesson. Judging his attitude about it he didn’t learn it.
Not seeing either of her boys she headed off to her first-class Culinary Arts. See as Home economics was only a one year class she decided that this was the next step up. She liked making food for her friends so this shouldn’t be that much different.
When lunch came around she was already feeling tired. Between the strain of running all around the grounds, the student introductions in each class, and the whispers that still follow her. You would think that they would have run out of things to say after two years.
Having packed her own lunch, she headed to the kitchen staffs lunch room. Derick was already there eating his spicy chicken sandwich. Taking the seat across from him she took out her own lunch. There was a small fruit salad, her raspberry sweet tea, and a couple tuna fish sandwiches. She wasn’t a fan of fish but for some reason tuna wasn’t a turn off for her.
"How was Colorado?"
"Okay I guess, my relatives are slave drivers though. Had me do landscaping a lot. It was way too warm for a hoodie so I had to move around with a giant umbrella. Looked absolutely ridiculous." the boy lifted his arm up to show the little bit of muscle he had put on. Now it was just a little bigger than her own. "You?"
"Went to camp almost all summer. Took a two week break down in the Caribbean at a resort. I even made a new friend and she was totally okay with me." taking another bit of her food she groaned as the flavor washed over her tongue.
"Well that’s good. Have you seen DJ yet? I didn’t see him in Gym." Oh, she forgot they had gym class together. But come to think about it she hadn’t seen him. Was he sick?
When fencing came around she was a bundle of nerves. She hadn’t seen DJ anywhere all day and she was going to need him today. When she stepped in the locker room she couldn’t help but blush at the sight of all the boys in various states of dress. She walked over to her locker as fast as she could and got her things. After getting changed and putting her uniform in her locker she grabbed her saber before ducking out into the gym.
Ducket gave the same speech as the year before without the disgusted look as he looked at her. He demonstrated a few steps and different ways to hold the saber. Persia only paid attention to his way of increasing accuracy. Basically, you draw a human figure on the wall and put tiny targets all over it. She liked the star method the most. You cycle through the targets as fast as you can without missing and gradually speed up. She spent most of the class getting use to the pattern. Her goal was to get so good at it her blade was a blur. It was hard to do but really fun.
When class finally ended, she was soaked in sweat. Normally she wasn’t that tired but her body was rather fatigued that day so she got tired easier. She had waited until all the boys were undressed before getting out of her outfit. IT was a good thing she brought a spar pair of underwear and bra because these ones were drenched. Slipping them off her body and into her duffle bag she was ready to face the music. Making a quick grab for her shower things she headed on over.
Before she got inside she could already hear them talking. Somewhere going over the class or what they did during the summer. A few of them were talking about their 'success' with some girl over break but she tried to shut those ones out. So, taking a deep breath she went in.
Almost instantly the room fell silent. They were all staring at her body in shock. For a 13-year-old girl her body was well developed. Her hips had widened more than last year and her breasts had gone up some. She even had a bit of a butt now! Her Mama had demanded that she get her body waxed so she didn’t have any hair anywhere but her head and boy did that one hurt.
Some of the boys were staring at her breast while a few others were looking downward before they'd snap back up with a blush on their faces. Being a nudist she was perfectly fine with being naked but she wasn’t sure how she felt when there were so many looks of lust being sent her way.
Tightening her grip on her things she walked over to her corner and started her cleansing. she could still feel their eyes on her back but she ignored it. When she finally lathered up her entire body someone spoke up with a thick voice.
"Umm...Persia, your naked?" It sounded more like a question then a statement.
"Yes Hank. The school board passed a rule that we can’t wear anything during showers. So, I have to be naked. Is there going to be a problem?" stepping under the warm water she almost purred in delight as it ran over her body. Looking over her shoulder she found Hank and a few other boys staring at her intensely as her body came back into view from the soap suds. She wasn’t even sure they notice they were hard.
Gulping at her possible threat the boy shook his head, "No Ma'am!" the rest of the class were just as fast to answer with him.
"Oh, do any of you know what happened to DJ? He was supposed to meet with me before class but I haven’t seen him all day." Hank looked at the others hoping one of them would speak up but none of them had the courage to do it.
"You haven’t heard? I thought you would have been the first to know." a chill hit her at his words. Something happened and no one told her!
"Tell me" her voice was void and they all paled at the sound.
"He ran away. No one knows why but they are assuming it’s because he didn’t like that his mom is a lesbian. Persia? Hey come on get up!" Her mind had stopped in its tracks as she sank to the floor.
He's gone, just like Nathan.
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