Elizabeth Muncel walked carefully through the Manhattan streets, avoiding stepping on sleeping pedestrians. She could hear the fighting of half-bloods and monsters raging on in the distance. She came to a stop in front of a tall building and shadow traveled her way up to the top floor. The building was overlooking the war, so she had perfect advantage of enemy lines or groups as it now looked. With the snap of her fingers her pitch black sniper rifle appeared: oiled, loaded and ready at the closest window to the battle to insure critical hits. Elizabeth put in headphones and turned the music on loud, so no foreign sounds would disrupt her concentration. She lied down where the rifle was and made tiny adjustments and what not, before firing away at the repulsive mutants and monsters, being careful to miss all demigods.
Elizabeth laughed joyously as she gunned down another monster, this time a dracaena, and it popped into a plume of golden dust. Her laughter grew with each shot fired, each enemy to return to the darkest pit of hell. Honestly, she didn't give a crap on where they went and how they got there, just as long as she could send a few monsters down there too, she was fine and enjoyed it. She stopped her assault for a second and quickly tied her long dark blonde hair into a ponytail, and then just as sudden as her raid had ended, it started up again. Elizabeth's Imperial gold and Celestial bronze bullets rained down on the evil beings, hijacking more and more of their lives. Many would think that the 16 year old girl had lost it or not judging by the hysterics she was in, but really she was just having a good time.
She felt free like each shot lifted another burden off her shoulders. Yes, that's exactly how she felt. She could do this all day, but unfortunately there was only so many monsters that she was permitted to kill. While thinking she was unaware that she had killed too many fiends in one spot.
The half-blood that had been battling them looked beat and battered but still holding strong. His fighting spirit was too hard to diminish and he was set on keeping his home safe. He had grown up in Manhattan practically all his life and he wasn't about to let some ugly ass bastards take it from him. He was about to slash down at his next target, a hellhound, when unexpectedly it turned into a flurry of golden snow. He turned to block another attack from his side, but that monster was wiped out as well. He looked up bewildered, eyes scanning the tops of buildings and windows, finally landing on an opened window that showed a girl, about his age maybe a little younger, rhythmically bobbing her head and maybe mouthing words.
Elizabeth felt a pair of eyes on her and looked down at the waning crowd of monsters and heroes. She searched faces until she met eye to eye with the person that was staring at her. Her eyes were sharper then a normal half-blood's, so she could make out his strong jaw line, beautiful tanned skin, a cute nose that looked like it had been broken a few times, and the most startling feature, his eyes. His eyes were the color of dying ember of a fire: bright yellow, red, orange, they were fierce, but behind them she could see pain and determination, much like her own probably showed.
The half-blood stared up at her, even though it wasn't possible, when their eyes locked he could see what color hers were and the emotion inside of them. They were a deep hazel one second, then black, then a brilliant green the next. When her face abruptly darkened, it startled him. She stood up, her equipment disappearing, she looked at him one last time and then vanished. He wasn't sure if he had just imagined that or if she was really there, but he wanted to find out. A Hermes kid ran up to him asking if he was okay and that ranks were moving closer to the Empire State Building, he merely nodded and headed that direction.
Elizabeth scowled, looked at the demigod and then traveled to a secluded area under Olympus on the Manhattan streets. Important people were about to die and she had to be there to collect their souls before anything else could. She walked out in to the open and slipped on her bronze brass knuckles that had been attached to her belt; she punched a demon cheerleader in the face, making her way closer to the opening of the Empire State Building. No one saw her; she's only seen when she wants to be seen and who she wants to see her. Elizabeth was at ease when she walked into the elevator leading to Olympus, at the top demigods lay injured with Apollo children rushing around them. She ignored them, nobody else will be dying today except for two people in the throne room. She walked into the Throne Room and-still invisible- made her way over to an Asian looking boy with shaggy black hair.
Elizabeth held no grief for the dead or dying, you take one step closer to your death every day, every month, every year. She put her hand on the boy's shoulder and bent down whispering a Greek prayer and drew his soul from his body before he died. She didn't care to know their names before she collected them, they would just be sent to the Underworld anyway and she would never see them again. Quickly she went to a blonde haired man, this one she knew the name of, Luke Castellan, host of Kronos. Elizabeth sighed; this one was going to need a little more force to get the soul out. She took a stance and right after Kronos threw the black haired boy off Olympus, her form flickered for a moment and she lunged at him, her hand going into his chest and struggling to pull out the soul. She managed to get it out right before he stabbed himself in the Achilles spot, right in the side of his torso near the armpit. Elizabeth turned around, she wanted to leave right away and go back to her home, but she came face to face with the two men's spirits.
"We'd like to see if he does the right thing, if the Gods grant him, his, our wish. May we stay?" the blonde haired man said motioning his hands towards the tired looking teen with green eyes and black hair. Elizabeth looked beyond them and saw the wavering forms of all those of who had died in the war and before that. She met all their eyes and read all their emotions, seeing that their intentions were true, she nodded her head. Each one smiled at her, chattering their thanks, she brushed it off and hid in a fairly dark corner of the Throne Room, the ghosts followed.
The gods and goddesses came thundering into the Throne Room, triumphant smiles on their faces and appreciable grins. Even Hades had a small smirk on his otherwise dark demeanor. The Gods sat down on their thrones, Hestia at the hearth poking at the flames. Nico entered the throne room and bowed to the other gods before sitting at his father, Hades's, feet. Thalia did the same thing, but sat at the feet of Artemis. Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood and Tyson the Cyclops stood in the middle of the room awaiting their fate. Grover became the new Lord of the Wild and Head of the Council of Cloven Elders. Annabeth was appointed as the Official Architect of Olympus. Tyson was granted the General of the Cyclops army and Percy, Percy was awarded the gift of immortality, to become a God, never to grow old or die. But he turned it down and asked the Gods to swear on the Styx to acknowledge their children and claim them at the age of thirteen. He also made them promise that Hades be honored a throne on Olympus and that all gods with children, even minor, should have a cabin in Camp Half-Blood.
The dead were ecstatic by his wishes and they cheered him on and praised Percy. Elizabeth tried to calm them, but their rowdiness was disrupting her concentration. Shadows were moving to her and the light in the Throne Room was flickering on and off. Hades was the first to notice, after all, that was his domain. Then Nico noticed it too and felt familiar auras of people long dead. Elizabeth was growing more aggravated by the second and finally she snapped.
"Oi ánthro_poi to_n nekró_n, pou den miloún! Ftánei pia!" she shouted in Greek. The spirits of the dead involuntarily cringed back and quieted down. "I let you stay to see what your friends have accomplished and this is how you act. I understand that it has been a while that you have seen them and you are excited, but that does not give you any just reason to become unruly. I have broken so many rules on this day alone that my mentor will not be pleased when I return home."
"What are the dead doing here?" Hades bellowed. Elizabeth whipped around to find the Gods and demigods staring at her. She disregarded them and glared at Hades. The Lord of the Dead subconsciously flinched at the girl's glare.
"The dead are her e because they asked if they could see the Heroes of Olympus one last time before they returned to the Underworld. They are under my protection." Elizabeth said. Two figures rushed past her and enveloped Nico in a hug, then two more figures came out of the crowed and walked to Percy and Annabeth. Apparition after apparition made themselves known. Elizabeth watched carefully and took a seat next to the hearth. Hestia watched the spirits as well, but mostly took notice to the older girl's awkward stature. Elizabeth felt that she was being watched and caught Hestia's eye.
"You may leave if you wish, child. I will look after them." Hestia whispered, her words warming Elizabeth.
"Thank-you, M' Lady. I must be going anyway; the dead do not wait forever. I have a long way back of where I had come. I wish you thanks and a small blessing to keep them obedient, good bye Lady Hestia." Elizabeth got up and silently walked into a shadow and appeared on the outer state line of New York. She summoned her bike, hopped on, gunned the engine and started her two day travel back to California.