Summery:
"Eve Whiting is in here," a muffled voice announced. The door was opened by a satyr who scampered off. A guy walked in who seemed so familiar it throbbed her head. She pushed her pain away and stuck out her hand, remembering to be polite. "Hi! What's your name?" Immediatley the cheerful smile dropped like a spell from the achingly familiar boy. Oops. Wrong words; maybe his name was horrible and ugly. "Do you know why your here?" he whispered ever so quietly Eve could barely hear. "Yeah. Got some huge cut somehow. And three leveled fingers. Who are you visiting? What's wrong with them?" Eve tried her usual tactic when it came to questions; shove them right back at the person. The heavy, sad eyes ringed with bruised shadows stared at her in a muted way. "It's my twin. She doesn't even remember me," the boy said. "Oh. I hope she gets better," Eve answered, looking around. No one was there. The boy shook his head. "Her mind isn't in here," he answered and ducked out of the room, closing the door softly. That was Eve's first hint to the first key to her memory.
Prologue: Elimenating One
A tall girl in thin battle armour with a dark green cloak clutched her bow, her left hand gripping an arrow already slung. The girl's determined dark blue eyes squinted, the cloak of night was inking away the egg-blue sky. She heard a crack and backed up aginst a tall, oak tree, placing her feet in a way that the slippery, dew dampened grass didn't threaten her balance. Then he finally emerged, a muscular boy waring a plumed helmet, regal purple cloak and Roman armor. He was stalking her. If only she could reach the boundries could she be safe. She unleashed the arrow and sprinted to the boundry. She heard a sharp intake of breath just behind her and she turned around swiftly.
The boy was frozen and stared at a storm cloud that was drifting towards him. A hand emerged, carrying a staff. It touched him on the forehead and he fainted. The hand picked him up and put him on the storm cloud. Then it reached.
Towards her.
The girl screamed a shrill, high-pitched sound woven out of fear and breath. The cloud drifted towards where the enemies had fled-all except that one, and the hand stretched into an arm and touched her forehead. If she had not been touched by the wand, she would have seen a grim-faced Hermes holding his wand, staring sadly at the wreckage of a truly bloody Half-Blood Hill and the girl, thought to be dead, the only one of the Demi-gods to not flee. A wound in her side flowed freely, staining the grass. Hermes waited and then realized it was hopeless. He put a gold coin under her tounge and guided her soul into the Underworld.
Tanya's POV
Tanya raced down the bloody-dew slick hill and let out a shriek of horror as she came upon her half-sister's sister. She had come alone, knowing what was arise, but could not keep silent. Originally, she had tried to use her gift to save her half-sister, Lavina, but failed. Now she used it on the girl. "Any sister of Lavina is my sister as well," Tanya thought and her soul ripped free of her body, leaving the lips cold.
The Girl's POV
The girl gave her coin to the oily man at the river and he rowed her across. In it, the girl could see thousands of pages of lists of deaths. They swam in the Styx as though they were living. Once she got across she stood before three judges. The Kindly Ones.
"Did a great service-" Judge 1 stopped and the girl's mouth dropped open as someone appeared in front of her. The girl who had just appeared waved her hand and a light appeared. She nudged the girl with her hands and smiled a comforting, but slightly sad smily. The girl stepped in and immediatly she started to feel substantial. Judge 3 cackled. "Traded your life for her, eh." The girl who had appeared smiled sadly. "Any sister of Lavina is a sister of mine." The girl realized what was happening and her mouth gaped in surprise. A guy appeared out of nowhere and smiled, "One down, two more to go." He disappeared.
She reached out, her three middle fingeres barely brushing out of the watery cage when her soul slammed up into her body, everything intact. Everything, that is, except the pieces of her finger which were on the ground in the Underworld.