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[The God of Prophecy was used to having dreams that were a little too real. They happened often enough, usually enough to tip his favor one way or another on something. To most people, it seemed like uncanny intuition. But, when those dreams turned dark, the Sun could become more dangerous than most realized.

His Muses were in trouble. He wasn't sure why, or from whom, but he sensed the darkness coming over them. Slowly, insidiously, like the plagues of old he sent when people had insulted him. It settled over them, gentle as a lover's caress at first. Dimming things slightly. Hiding their brilliance, like a tarnish. And then it broke them. Made them weep and scream.

No one hurts his Muses. No one.]

[Filter: Muses]
Are you all right? Tell me you're all right. Tell me right now if anything--anything at all--is wrong.

I'm coming to see for myself. I have to see that you're both all right with my own eyes. Urania, I'll ensure you're taken care of. Erato, you do whatever Achilles tells you to do.

[Filter: Achilles]
My Muses are in danger. I'm going to Laramie to see to Urania, but I can't be in two places at once. Erato trusts you, so I'm trusting you with her. I need you to watch over her. In person. Starting now. Don't let her out of your sight for so much as an instant.

I mean that. Not even for an instant. If she goes to class, you go with her. If she eats, you eat with her. Studying? You're there with her. Sleeping? I want you beside her. Lavatory and shower--I don't care how awkward it might be, I want you there, and no excusing yourself from her side either to take care of your needs. Do whatever you have to, come up with any necessary excuse. Just make sure you're with her at all times.

Don't fail me.