The daughter of Apollo was knelt in front of the army of the titans. She was tied up. She had been captured when covering her siblings as they retreated further.
"Who is this then?" a demigod walked through the ranks of the monsters till he was stood in front of her.
"Mike" she growled.
"Charis" he greeted her.
"We could use an archer in our ranks. You could-"
He didn't get finish. Charis spat at him and growled, "Never"
He scowled at her before smiling sweetly. He clicked his fingers and two drachne came forward.
"Kill her" he said, before flouncing off.
The monsters crowed round as the snake-women grabbed spears.
She remembered the letter she had found that morning. A small white piece of paper with golden handwriting.
'You will know how to use a new power when the time comes. You can only use it once. Use it well. From Apollo'
Charis felt something stir inside of her. A tug in her gut.
She could see Mike watching her. She locked her eyes with him.
She closed her eyes and started muttering.
"To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about"
She opened her eyes. The wind around them had picked up. She started talking again. This time louder.
"To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about"
The wind was like a small hurricane. It tugged at Charis' hair but she stayed knelt on the ground. The monsters were falling over and trying to get away.
"To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about"
She shouted this time. Suddenly, the ground split. Fire and lava spewed out of the ground. The monsters screamed as they were burnt.
Charis kept shouting. A thunderclap sounded and half of the monsters were suddenly coated in ice. The lava flowed over to them and they were burnt where they stood.
She kept going.
"To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about"
Charis slumped in her bonds, exhausted. No monsters or demigods were left. She fell onto her side, looking at the sunset in the distance. She closed her eyes.
When Charis opened her eyes, it was quiet. Everything was peaceful, no screaming or shouting. Someone squeezed her hand. Her brother, Michael Yew was sat on the edge of whatever she was lying on.
She looked around. She was on the porch of a bungalow, in a hammock. She could see the sea about 50ft from where she was lying. She was clutching another piece of white paper with golden handwriting.
'I am so proud, and so sorry my daughter' it said.
Michael smiled sadly at her, "Welcome to Elysium"