Update: 6/27/15.

After a lot of thought and several flames, I've decided to take this story down.

I am sick and tired of this whole story because all it's brought me is pain. I was very young and immature when I first wrote it, less so when I published it but still immature nonetheless. I would like you to stop criticizing me about things I already know about and have addressed (read: the author's note on the first chapter which nobody read), such as the Mary Sue-ness of my OCs, Sage's emotional abuse/manipulation, and any homophobia my young self is responsible for.

I WAS THIRTEEN WHEN I WROTE THIS FIC. Thirteen. Private-schooled. I had been writing for literally two months. And you, the readers, cannot understand that I am ALREADY ashamed enough of the person I was back then and so see it necessary to continue prodding me about it. You outright ignored or refused to understand what I meant, which makes YOU the villain in this situation regardless of my younger self's homophobia or other naivete.

And I'm fucking sick of all of you, so I'm taking this story down.

I'm not deleting forever. It'll remain a compressed text file on jump drive number two, yet another painful reminder of what it takes to grow as a writer — no, as a person. I've thought about this for a very long time now and I'm not turning back so save your breath; if you're really that desperate to reread such an awful fucking mess just PM me and I'll send you the DocX.

Thanks guys. It's been fun, but it's also been a pain in the ass.

~ Sky

P.S. To anyone who still wishes to call me out for homophobia because I did it in the past, I recently came out as asexual lith-panromantic and am currently battling depression, anxiety and dissociation largely because of my orientation. It's called character development; nobody hates Nico because of the Minos incident so fucking cut it out. Thanks.