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Have you ever thought of putting it on fanfiction or Inkitt

@daniel199667 when I find out ill let you know 

@daniel199667 probably not as it keeps getting reported 

@daniel199667 was taken down 

@Irish_Wolves sweet 

@Irish_Wolves A skinwalker—larger than the others, with empty sockets where eyes once were—approached. It knelt before Percy. Shakily, it extended a clawed hand. Percy took a deep breath and placed a final piece of meat into its palm.
            
            The creature raised the meat to its face but paused. Slowly, it lowered it, then pressed it to the ground before Percy’s feet like an offering.
            
            Percy’s breath caught.
            
            The Whistling Man stepped closer. "It remembers. A brother. A son. A boy with a blade and a brave heart. Not you. But close enough."
            
            The creature stood and backed away, leaving the meat untouched. It vanished into the mist.
            
            The whispers from the tree turned frenzied, the wind circling them now cold and sharp. The bark wept black sap.
            
            "You see now why I called you," the Whistling Man said. "There is a choice coming. Your family or the cursed. The world or this forest. You cannot hold both forever."
            
            Percy rose to his feet, heart pounding. He looked toward the blackened tree, toward the watchers in the dark, then back at the Whistling Man.
            
            His voice, when it came, was steady and resolute.
            
            "My family comes first. But I’m not giving up on any of you. I will not choose either. I choose both."
            
            A skinwalker brushed against his leg, like a dog greeting its human. Its breath was ragged, but there was no malice.
            
            "Do not ask me to choose either," Percy said firmly. "Because I never will. Helping you is a priority. But my family is my main priority. I want to help you, and I will—but I will kill you if it means defending those I love."
            
            The forest seemed to go still. The wind stopped. Even the tree paused its whispering.
            
            The Whistling Man gave a slow, deep nod. "Then you are more dangerous than I feared. Or hoped."

@Irish_Wolves  
            
            Percy stepped back again. "I want to free them from this... whatever this is. But I’m not going to give up who I am. I can’t."
            
            Another skinwalker crept forward, crawling like a wounded animal. It paused a few feet from Percy, tilting its head like a curious dog.
            
            Percy hesitated, heart pounding. Slowly, he knelt in front of it, eyes never leaving its gaunt face. With a shaky hand, he reached into his Hestia-blessed satchel.
            
            He pulled out a package of raw steak—red and fresh, untouched by time. The skinwalker flinched but didn’t flee. Percy unwrapped it, holding it out.
            
            The creature sniffed, jaw twitching. Then, with startling speed, it lunged snatching the meat. It devoured it in seconds, snarling softly as it ate.
            
            More followed. Two. Four. Seven. Silent, slinking shapes emerged from the trees. Percy kept his movements slow and deliberate. 
            
            One hesitated before gently taking the food from his hand. Another sniffed his wrist, then leaned in as if to listen to his pulse.
            
            The Whistling Man said nothing. He stood beneath the tree, watching with unreadable eyes.
            
            "They’re starving," Percy whispered. 
            
            The tree above shuddered. Its branches twisted like skeletal fingers reaching down.
            
            "They remember what it means to be fed without killing," the Whistling Man murmured. "That is dangerous to the curse. Dangerous to the forest."
            
            Percy looked up at him, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "Then maybe that’s how it breaks. One moment of kindness at a time."
            
            

@Royalcookie112 Sweet! Probably should've been obvious, but I'm a little hollow up north. :>

@Amethyst_Myst Irish_Wolves 

@Amethyst_Myst it’s the same as here

@Amethyst_Myst my imagination is a place id move into if I could. Its very chaotic 

this is awesome

@Irish_Wolves ...Your imagination sounds like a nightmarishly hilarious place. lmao Horror sprinkled with a canister of chaos, if you will.

@JacksonD01 they've locked my account in the past so im not risking it 

@Irish_Wolves Simply ask Wattpad for the proof cause I’m pretty sure that they can not close accounts down unless they have proof

@JacksonD01 doesnt help because wattpad can still close my account