Malia

After we were done making our plans, I laid down and went to sleep.

I dreamed about war, of course. I do almost every night. But tonight's dream was different.

The dreams were usually about some random war or battle and I always see the nightmarchers. I know which one is my father. He always looks over at me and has a sad glint in his eyes. The nightmarchers are supposed to kill any person they see, but he always turns the blind eye on me. Not many nightmarchers have children with mortals, because most of them do kill them on sight.

This dream did have the nightmarchers. There are usually a couple at any war or battle anywhere. But, the one that I recognized as my father wasn't there. And usually the nightmarchers aren't actually in the battles.

The battle was obviously between Kū and Kahōʻāliʻi. Kū had the nightmarchers on his side and Kahōʻāliʻi had normal spirits and his children on his side. Kū didn't have any of his children on his side. We were all locked up in the cell. I wondered if the battle was happening right now. If not, maybe this vision is to show me that this is what would happen if we didn't break out of the underworld.

LINE BREAK

I woke up to the new kid, Aaron, saying, "Hey. Wake up. We need to start the plan."

"Can I at least have, like, ten more hours of sleep? I had a terrible night last night," I replied.

"No," he replied. "You can't have ten more hours of sleep. But I understand why you asked. I had dreams, too."

"What were yours about?" I asked.

"I dreamt about a battle between Kū and Kahōʻāliʻi," he replied. "They had their warriors behind them fighting, while they were in front fighting each other."

"That's the exact same as my dream," I said.

"Well," he said, "we need to start that plan."

"Okay," I said.

First, Aaron took off his shirt, then went over to the sink. After he was done wetting it down, he tied it around one of the bars. Then he found the stick we'd found last night and put it in the loop. He proceeded to twist, and believe it or not, the bars were actually bending!

"Gah! I need help! This is hard." Aaron said.

So I went over and helped him pull. A couple moments later, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "PRISON BREAK! File through this hole." He then pointed to the bent bars.

After everyone was through, I said, "Wow, your stupid plan actually worked."

"Yeah, well I'm not just a pretty face," he said, then went through the hole himself.

"I thought it was the girl's job to say that," I said, smirking at him once I was out.

"Can't believed I helped you," He mumbled almost incoherently.

"Excuse me! I helped with the plan!" I yelled at him.

"Maybe, but barely. I'm the one who came up with it. Anyway, I really don't wanna argue about it right now. How 'bout we get out of here?"

I gave him a 'we'll-talk-about-this-later' look, then we walked on.

When we caught up with the others, they were standing at a gate, where two skeleton warriors were leveling swords at the prisoners.

I looked over to Aaron, only to see him digging in his pocket. He brought out a couple of sharp pencils, and yelled "Score!"

He tossed one to me and one to a big blonde dude, who's name I think was Geoff. He was one of the way more silent ones, never talking to anyone, but would still beat you up for insulting him or his family.

I think the first time he was there he said his dad was one of the four great gods, Kū, the god of war.

He then surprised me by saying, "What the frick am I supposed to do with a pencil, write them a beautiful poem?"

"No, you idiot, stab the skelodudes!" I'll give you three guesses on who said that. Yup, Aaron has a pretty big mouth.

"Makes sense, but why a pencil?" I asked him.

"Because I was taken from school. You can't exactly carry a couple knives in school. So, for now, all we have are pencils," he replied.

Geoff then went into rage mode, and stabbed one of the skeletons in each eye socket, then it just fell to the ground in a pile of bones. He turned to the other one and tried to stab it in the chest, but the pencil broke in half.

Aaron then went forward, and started insulting the skeleton when Geoff shouted, "Enough!" He then went forward and punched the head clean off.

It rolled right by my foot and I noticed something else in the skull. It had three pure gold emblems, one shaped as a sword, another as an axe, and the last a spear.

I bent down and picked it up and took the emblems out, where each one was on chains, as necklaces. When in my palm two instantly shot out and landed on Geoff and Aaron's neck.

"Okay, anyone mind telling me what the heck just happened?" yelled Geoff.

"Dude I think the necklaces like chose us or something." Aaron said

I then saw a piece of paper in the skeleton's hand, so I picked it up. It read 'touch the charm and say extend.'

"Guys you might want to read this." I said. They quickly read it over.

"Alright stand back, I'm gonna try it," Aaron said

Aaron touched it and yelled, 'Extend!' And in about one and a half seconds, he was holding a two-handed, gleaming, seven foot long sword, with some kind of red and black metal. It had a button, and when he hit the button two spikes popped out making the sword a trident.

"WHOA! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!" he exclaimed to no one in particular.

"Don't know, but I wanna see mine," Geoff said, putting his hand on his and yelling, "Extend!"

In about a second, his hand held a three foot long golden staff with a button on the side. Geoff clicked the button, and at the top part of the staff, two Iron axe blades sprouted out.

"TWO IN ONE! HA! BEAT THAT AARON!" yelled Geoff, like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"Hey Malia, activate yours!" Aaron yelled.

"Fine," I then put my hand on the emblem, and said, "Extend." Nothing happened. Confused, I said it again; still nothing.

"Gah! This is stupid! WHY. WON'T. YOU. EXTEND!" I yelled the last part, and out of no where an oak staff almost jabbed me in the stomach. I then pushed a button on the side, right by the handle, and out popped a solid gold, barbed, almost leaf shaped spear head.

One of the fellow prisoners said "If you guys are done, I would like to get out of here!"

So we went through the gates, into blinding sunlight

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