Nightshade, Finally Part of the Night.
Discaimer:I dont own anything except my ideas :3 This is another random one-shot I wrote while avoiding my other long story (The Epic Battle: Camp Half Blood VS Hogwarts) :/ I hope it doesnt suck.


ZOE NIGHTSHADE POV:

The last thing Zoe saw before death was Lady Artemis leaning over her poisened body, sending her remains to the stars.
"You served me well, Zoe, now rest." Artemis whispered. She closed her eyes and mumbled a blessing in greek. I felt a fluttering feeling start at my head and end at my toes. I closed my eyes and floated out of my damaged body. My vision of the smoldering Mount Othrys slowly faded, and was replaced by the waiting room of the Underworld. There was hundreds of ghostly bodies standing around, looking emotionless. A few waiting chairs had a heavy layer of dust over them, since ghosts do not need seats. I walked over to the desk were the infamous Charon sat with a bored look on his face.
"Hello...I need a boat ride, please..." I asked uncomfortably.
He sighed. "Name?" "Zoe Nightshade."
"Of course. I never get a break. Now I have to go through the Hero files." He rolled his eyes.
"The Hero files? I have not heard of this."
"Of course you havent, its new. Its a package where certain Heros get through for free." He said, sounding annoyed.
"Oh. Alright." Thats surprising, but lucky considering I havent carried drachmas for quite a while.
"Here you are." He picked up a paper with some typed up information about me, in ancient greek.
He gestured for me to follow him to get in the boat.
I stepped in and watched the depressing waiting room become smaller and smaller as we floated towards the Underworld. Soon I was standing in the black obsidian room.
I watched souls pass by, going to judgement. As I floated towards the long line of shocked souls, a Furie jumped in front of me.
"You," Her raspy voice was heavily coated with distaste. "You have a special fate. A request from a certain..Goddess."
I nodded. Of course Lady Artemis would see to it I was properly rewarded for a millenia of faithful service. Even with that, I do not deserve such luxuries after what my father had done, betraying the true power.
"Elysium, or do you choose rebirth?" The servant of Hades studied my transparent face.
I have lived one hundred times longer than the average demigod, I suppose I should not push my luck with two more lives.
"Elysium." I said, finally.
And so I entered the paradise of death, finally at peace. (A/N: its so ironic xD) I was done carrying the exruiciatingly painful weight of guilt and regret.
My body had transferred to the stars, as I would forever be remembered as the last daughter of Atlas, killed by the hand of my father.