I sit there. Just sit there. Staring at the door. The damned, stone, cold wall. The wall that just. Won't. Budge. No matter how much I push. Pull. Or bang on it. No matter how much I yank on the handle, or scream for someone to help. I am stuck in this room. It's too dark, too cold, and my breathing is heavy. I am panicking, again. I pull up my legs, and rest my forehead on my knees,, and try to forget I don't know where I am. Or what I'm doing.

It doesn't work. Thinking of all the things I want to forget. It's a stupid idea, because I am just relaying them in my head. I blink and compose myself. Who ever put me here is not going to get the satisfaction of making me panic. The black spots in my vision slowly disappear, and my breathing evens out again. I glance around, I can the outline of a chair in the corner. And there's a table, with a book on it.

I get up and walk to the table. It seems to take forever to cross to the other side of the room, but I eventually reach it. I slowly pick up the book, and my eyes strain to read the letters on the front, but it's no use. It's too dark.

Then the lights suddenly come on. I drop the book from my surprise, and my eyes dart around, scanning for a threat. But no one's there. I laugh. A humerless laugh. This is a joke. Someone is just messing with me. There is no one there. But someone turned on the lights. I shake my head. Nothing is here.

I pick up the book, and look at the written title on it again. Baby Memories. I remember this book. It was my mom's. I always saw the book at the top of the shelf, but she never allowed me to read it. I smile sadly at remembering her, but then again, compose myself. I open the book.

There's pictures. Of my mother, carefree, and her auburn hair swaying around her face. Her green eyes, that I only remember as sad, or angry, are happy. She's in someone's arms. It's a man, tall, and he seems to be smiling a little too. His eyes are gold, like mine, and his hair is jet black, also like mine.

It looks like how my mother described my father. She had said he was not able to see her very often, but had visited her when he could. She said he had never seen me, that he didn't know of me. She said she didn't want him to know of me, because she didn't know what he would do, but probably take me away. So she enver told him.

Looking at the picture, a pain deep in my chest, one that I buried for so long, begins to burn again. I feel my eyes moisten, but I blink back the tears, and compose myself, again. I will not cry, never. I am not allowed. I can't. I flip through the pages, looking at other pictures of my mother, and my father. She seems so happy.

A feeling of anger fills me. My mother had never looked so happy in her life. He had left her. My mother said he had to go. Seeing the look in her eyes whenever she would say that made me realize that he had left her. Dumped her. Why? He looks happy too.

I put the book down, and sigh. I look around the room again, taking everything else that's in it. An empty picture frame, and the door. I walk to the door again. I try to open it, and it opens with a creak. I peak out, and I figure outside is a cave. It's dark, and damp. I step out and close the door. I hear a rumbling sound, and turn to go back in, but it's gone. Nothing's there.

"Okay," I mutter. "Not weird. Not weird at all."

I turn around again, and I'm face to face with a woman. Her eyes are closed, and she seems to be sleeping. She stands there, for a minute. Another. I clear my throat. She smiles, but her eyes remain closed.

She pulls the hood back of her cloak, that seems to be earthy brown. Her hair is braided back, also brown, but a nice brown. A warm brown. She actually looks like an angel. But something tells me she is not angelic. I can sense the power radiating off her. She opens her mouth to speak.

"It's time for you to come back, Katherine Agathe Anderson. Let's see what the gods will have to say about this. Daughter of the dreaded time lord, sister of the Big Three. Let them fight among themselves." I look at her, and look down at my hands. I'm partly transparent, and shut my eyes tight, realizing that I am not, infact, in a never-ending dream, but, I am dead. Dead. I go numb, whatever part of me I can feel. I look back at the woman standing in front of me.

Realization hits me like a slap in the face. I step back. "Gaia." My voice is a whisper, barely echoing among the walls of the cave.

"Come on, Katherine. Come back to the realm of the living," she invites me, holding out her hand. "Let your brother see you again, see you walk the earth. Let your brother see that you've escaped Hell, that killing you has done nothing. Let your brother feel what he put you through."

I feel something build up inside of me. I remember it all now. I saved them. I saved his sorry little ass. I fought my grandfather myself, and I saved Zeus's throne, and all I can remember is the burning, electrifying sensation of being hit my lightning. I can feel the grudge building up. I can feel the urge to get my revenge on him. I look back at Gaia's hand. Suddenly, it seems like the best idea in the world. To take revenge against Zeus and make him pay for throwing me here, after all I did for him. Suddenly taking Gaia's had seems like the best option right now. So I do the sensible thing.

I take it.