CIRCE WAS BEHIND THIS THE WHOLE TIME??????????!!!!!!!!
She throws the ball at me, and I dodge it, making the lava pit bubble even more. Allison tries to take a swing, but Circe snaps her fingers and a regal purple shield emits around her. Allison grumbles and turns back. I quickly whisper to her. "Take the distraction. When Circe aims for me, I'll look like I was hit and moan in pain. As Circe's triumphing, sneak around and take it. Maybe maim her." Allison nods and Circe has her next batch of electric balls loaded and ready. In fact, a snowball fight style pile of them are on her right. (Her right, not my right.) Circe shoots the next ball, and it narrowly misses me, and I pretend to look hurt. Actually, it sort of hit me, so a shock went through me. The
ball disintegrates as it hits the black ground. "NO YOU BRAT, NOT LIKE THAT!!!!" Hades screams at a soul. I shiver and continue pretend to look wounded. Circe laughs happily as Allison snakes around and opens the case. Op, mental message from her. "I can't open it. Circe has the key. I'll have to get it." Allison takes the moment to look around as Circe hits more balls at me. I "weakly" dodge them. I slowly stand up and hold my sword. Circe cackles. "Ha ha ha ha ha! You think that you, a mere mortal, can defeat me, a sorceress!" I yell and charge. Allison gets the key just in time as I charge Circe. Barely.
Circe screams in rage as Allison swaps the key out of her pocket. She makes a frieball and makes it towards Allison. It hits her. She whimpers in pain as her skin burns, but she manages to turn the key in the keyhole. Taking the advantage, I stab Circe. She yells in pain and dissapears in a poof of sparkles. They fall to the ground, but Circe leaves one last thing. "You will never defeat me, for I am the powerful Circe!" Okay… I ignore that and pour a bit of nectar on Allison's burn, which makes her instanly feel better, but the burn still is there, black and crumpled. Yuck. I take the crystal out of the box and press my hand against it. Allison manages to do the same. She crystal shatters and a misty voice comes out. "Well done, children. Magic is restored. Lo'Reena, head back and enjoy until Hogwarts comes." Allsion looks at me weirdly. "Ho-Ho-Hogwarts?" She manages to gasp out. I laugh quietly. "Yes, Hogwarts." Allison suddenly collaspes. I'm immediately at her side. "Allison? Allison? Please, answer me!" I scream. She breathes one last breath. She shutters. Then is lifeless.
"No!" I shout. Allison's curls were shaking as I shook her. Then a white windy ball came out. Allison's soul, and it melted to the ground. Hades walked up to me. I jumped. "Do not worry. She is going to Elysium. She will live a good life." Hades looked grave. I hoisted Allsion's body up and Hades, surprisingly, walked me through the Underworld. I let out a small sob as Allsion's lifeless body dangled in my hands. "Er, sir?" I asked Hades uncertainly. "Yes?" Hades looked at me. "Uh, could you send a message to er, Reyna, praetor of Camp Jupiter?" He gazed at me and snapped his fingers. A scroll appeared. He looked at me, disgusted. Well, he's a teeny bit nicer now. Ish. Kind of. Not really. "Write what you want." I take a pen from him and write.
Dear Reyna and Camp Jupiter,
Allison Amberleigh is DEAD. Yes, dead. Whatever you do to her, bury
her body properly. Yes, properly. I'm carrying her body back right now. Wait until I have come back for er, further requests. What have you done to the hostages? Whatever you did, DON'T KILL THEM. FREE THEM. I DEFEATED CIRCE AND MAGIC IS RESTORED. Free them. I don't care if you're a higher ranking than me, blah, blah, THIS IS AN ORDER:FREE THEM. It's also under uh, Trivia's commands too. I'll be back soon. You better have the hostages untied and free by then.
Lo'Reena
I wrap up the scroll and hand it to Hades. He waves his hand and the scroll dissapears. "It has been delivered." He said to me. We continue strolling through the Underworld. (Huh. That sounds kind of weird.) Finally, we're at Charon's ferry stop. I board his boat and set off. Once I get to the elevatfor stop, I step off and I'm at DOA Recording Studios. I wonder where I have to go next. I pray to Hecate to get me to Camp Jupiter. Well, my wish is granted. A green whirlwind surrounds me, and I and whisked off into the sky.
I land near Camp Jupiter and walk the rest of the way. With Allison, it's harder, much harder. "Halt trespasser!" Somebody yells. I roll my eyes and continue walking. "I said, 'Halt!' Do you know who I am?! I am the great Jonathan, son of Mars! Don't you dare disobey me!" I ignore the voice as Reyna pounces on me. "I got your letter." She somewhat sneers. I raise my questioning eyebrow as we walk through the camp. Finally, I hear a familiar voice. "Here! Andrew!" I break into a sprint towards the voice. "Elaina!" I yell when I get into range of Elaina's brunette braid. She turns. "Lo'Reena!" She shouts. Jackson and Andrew come over. "Lo'Reena! There you are!" Jackson yells. Finally, we are reunited.
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