This is an idea I had recently, a story to go along with the Doors of Death, and them being opened. I wrote a short chapter this time around…if I get some good feedback, I will post a longer chapter. Also, eventually this story will tie in with the Mark of Athena and the Son of Neptune…so if you haven't read the Son of Neptune, beware. :)

I didn't deserve this.

Those words used to run through my head every day. I didn't deserve to die at fifteen. I didn't deserve to have lived a live full of no love, only hatred. I didn't deserve to be blackmailed.

I didn't deserve Eternal Punishment.

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THE NEW YORK TIMES

JULY 27th, 2009

GIRL BRUTALLY STABBED TO DEATH

Long Island, NY- A girl was found near Long Island Sound late Sunday night with a gash on the left side of her body. The girl, Laurel Thompson, 15, was a foster child who was currently registered to be under the care of Tara Whitworth, although the apartment building where Whitworth was said to be staying showed no signs of recent life. Whitworth's landlord, Jared Yauger, said that he hadn't seen Whitworth in at least two weeks, and that Thompson was at summer camp. "Tara had just had Laurel assigned to her," Yauger says, "she was only here for a couple of months, then she took off for summer camp." Thompson's death was due to repeated stabbing in the stomach area, and the surroundings showed signs of struggle. No suspects have been named yet. Anyone with information on Laurel Thompson should call 1-800-890-2567.

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I want to know who murdered me. If anyone in the mortal world every found out, I don't know. When you're sentenced to Eternal Punishment, you are completely cut off from everything else. My punishment was the most awful thing that could ever have happened to me. I was drowning. I loved water more than anything else in the world when I was alive. When I was drowning in the Fields of Punishment, I would drown in water, then die, then have all of my awful memories come flooding back to me, then repeat the process. Drowning is the most painful thing, much more painful than being stabbed and left to die.

All I remember of the escape is the water flooding out of me, and I could finally breathe. I saw no one around, and for once it was quiet in the Fields of Punishment. No screams, no nothing. I glanced around, and I saw a door. A door where light was flooding through. I had to get closer, so I just walked over to it. As soon as I walked through, I was blinded.

Then I woke up.

Tell me what you think!