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Leaving
It wasn't particularly nice in the underworld that day. No, even a bad day for hell's standards as Hades's son was sitting there listening to his father go on and on and listening to Persephone telling him to be careful. His name was Harrison. But everyone just called him Harry. Well, except for Persephone and the ghosts. So really only his father and Charon. He had absolutely no social skills. Only speaking with the dead does NOT help you know what to say to people. Harry was 18 years old, about 5'10", with jet black hair, a pale face, and clear colored eyes. His eyes looked almost…dead…. They had no color in them it seemed. Except for his dark pupils. He wore a shirt that was a black Beatles tee-shirt. The words were in white and the rest black. His pants were dark blue jeans with patches on them from all the times they got ripped. The patches were black. In a scabbard at his black belt was a sword. The handle was black with a skull in the middle, and the blade was grayish colored. It had faces on it that looked like smoke. When the sword moved they seemed to scream and move around on the blade. They were the souls of the damned. Dead that had killed so much in life that they were put into this sword made by Hephaestus and were forced to see death every time the sword swung and killed. Harry was about to leave the underworld to go to Camp Half-Blood. Hades had decided that he was free to show that he had a child now that both Zeus and Poseidon had. The lord of the dead was telling his son that he needs to Iris Message him every month for updates on camp. Hades wanted to know what was going on. Persephone was telling Harry to be careful.
"I know I know," he told his step-mother, "I'll be fine. I've fought plenty of monsters here and I've trained with the best of all time. Besides, Dad won't send any monsters after me anyways. So that's like three-fourths of them done already."
"It doesn't matter!" she told him, "I'll always be worried for you! I'm like your mother." Harry flinched at that word. Mother.
"It's okay!" Hades boomed, "He'll be fine! As long as he sends me updates he'll be fine."
"Of course I will." Replied his son.
"Good. Now go." Said Hades. After a long chorus of goodbyes and hugs from Persephone Harry was finally able to leave. He walked to the river Styx. Along the way he passed ghosts that had been his friends and said goodbye to them. On Harry's way out he pet Cerberus. The boat with Charon full of dead people pulled up on shore.
"Well. Finally getting out of here, eh Harry?" asked Charon.
"Yep! Finally."
Charon snorted. "Good luck. You probably won't be welcome at camp."
"Hey, its for EVERY half-blood. So I'll be allowed there."
"Whatever. Come aboard." As Harry boarded Cerberus cried and moaned. Harry had been his only friend.
"Goodbye buddy! I'll visit you! I promise!" Harry yelled as the boat started to turn into an elevator, "GOODBYE UNDERWORLD! AND GOOD RIDDENS!" Harry laughed with joy. He was finally leaving. After all these years
Once they got to the DOA recording studios Charon turned on his easy listening station on the radio. Some dead people had apparently changed it to The Monkees.
"Goodbye Harry. And good luck." Said Charon as Harrison was leaving.
"See ya Charon. Well, hopefully not for awhile. Bye!" Harry waved and turned to the outside, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.