Day 1: Arrival
Summary: Arise, get up, wake up, open your eyes, step out, move from where you are to where you need to be.
It had been a perfectly normal day — well, as normal as a day in the life of a demigod could be. The so-called 'cool-down' period after settling the feuds between the Greeks and Romans as well as the defeat of Gaia had turned out to be a peaceful couple of weeks, giving the Seven — well, what remained of them, anyway — and Nico time to relax and grieve.
Hazel was curled up on a red-and-white checked picnic basket, with Frank beside her and with his arm around her petite form. To her side, Nico sat on the blanket, somberly picking at his new aviators' jacket with his fingers. Hazel, unnerved by the solemn silence and the grief in the air, was about to say something, when her world suddenly vanished into pitch black.
When she woke up, it was in a dark place, deep underground. The demigod reached out, feeling around to guide herself out of a shallow hole in the wall. With a tug, she got herself out of the hole in the wall, and fell forward. Thankfully, she stopped herself from hitting the dirt just in time. Wary, the demigod felt around, trying to see her surroundings, but to no avail, as the tunnel was pitch-black, leaving her unable to even see her own fingers just an inch away from her face.
"Frank!" Hazel called, quickly starting to panic when her voice merely echoed around the tunnel, no reply in earshot. Her heartbeat racing, the demigod turned around and yelled for her loyal horse. "Arion!" she shouted out, rapidly growing frantic. Her voice echoed back, ricocheting dramatically. "Anyone?" she cried out, completely and utterly confused.
Lost, Hazel walked blindly around for a while before she finally remembered that she was a daughter of Pluto. Nearly tempted to slap her forehead in annoyance at her foolishness, the demigod finally found a way to the surface, and with a sigh, she guided herself to the surface and out of the catacombs. She navigated herself through a maze of tunnels, moving swiftly, though with caution, as she headed for the surface.
Finally, after who knew how long, the curly-haired demigod found her way to the surface, the light of the sun instantly making her recoil from the brightness. Bleary-eyed and confused, Hazel stumbled onto what seemed like an island area, rubbing her golden eyes and blinking repeatedly as she tried to adjust to the light. "Where... am I?" she voiced out.
"The Convergence," a man replied, walking over, a dog at his heel.
After a much enlightening conversation with the man — Sherlock Holmes, as she had learnt, much to her surprise — Hazel stood in front of a beach-side house, uncertainly fidgeting with her spatha that hung by her side in its scabbard as usual. She looked at the house, inhaling sharply. Walking into the house, she felt a weight appear in her pocket. The key, of course.
Hazel unbuckled her scabbard from her side, carefully putting the weapon on a table in the house as well. The demigod exhaled slowly, sinking onto a sofa in the living room and holding her head in her hands. "Home Sweet Home," she repeated to herself. "Home Sweet Home."
Outside, a golden plaque appeared on the house's outer walls, reading: HAZEL LEVESQUE.
Not my best work, but I wrote it on short notice. I suppose it's acceptable enough.