I immediately stopped feeling the pain. The ghosts of dozens stared as I climbed out of the murky, dark water. I stumbled onto the black sand and I checked instinctively for wounds. I was only alarmingly pink tinged, but no cuts or burns. The spirits of the dead advanced upon me, and I instinctively grabbed for my waist. There I felt a swords handle and quickly drew it. It was a black sword, which I thought to be two and a half feet long. It was etched with a gold material which radiated a sinister feeling. I slashed at the ghosts, which dissipated at the very touch. The rest backed up very slowly.
Then that voice came. It rasped and snarled and sounded like it was gargling nails. It proclaimed very loudly these words "Destroy the Gods of Olympus and achieve your destiny!" I was so stunned I almost fell into the river again.
I ran into the group of the dead and slashed wildly as I went. I came to the big gates and cut the bars. There was a three headed dog that immediately romped toward me, but I dodged its bite and ran to this big black palace. I knew that the boss of this place was there, and I wanted answers.
This, I knew for sure, was NOT going to be easy.