i finished bOO a few days ago.

if I went by how the book went i would have to change so many things oh my gods.

but i'm doing better now although none of you probably care...

but oh well... also, did they get rid of the line separation thingy? i dunno man..

but here's another chapter...

enjoy.. . . ...

Chapter 10

Leyna

My breath hitched as my knees went out from under me. The last thing I heard was a blood curdling scream and a flash of light.

When I finally came to I woke up to darkness. My vision soon cleared and I could make out only walls and that I was laying on a hard bed in only a cream colored chiton.

Where the hell was I?

"My dear Leyna," a slimy voice said as light strewn into the room from a small rectangular door. "how am I so lucky to end up with a woman like yourself." I knew that voice anywhere. Never did I know it would later haunt my dreams.

"Luke." I growled through gritted teeth. I tried to move my arms but I found they were chained to the bed leaving little room for me to squirm. "Oh don't even try that." Luke said as he appeared at the side of my bed. "Made of Stygian iron and Celestial bronze. Never able to break even under your brutal strength." Luke said as his icy touch rested on my bare bicep. "But, now that strength shall be mine." He hissed out as the rectangular door in front of me opened once more, this time a thick, military looking man with a black crew cut came in holding a long, dark green and silver sword in his thick hands.

"Oh, John, your just on time." Luke said to the man who handed him the sword and treated it as though it could break at any moment. "Leyna my dear this is John, son of Hecate. He helped create this gorgeous sword with my good friend Mallory. Gods know how blessed she is when given some Greek Fire, some steel, and you know the occasional Celestial bronze and Imperial gold here and there."

Greek fire, steel, bronze, and gold? That would leave some nasty scars.

I gulped quietly as I watched Luke. "Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Luke said as I struggled against my restraints. John grinned at Luke and then white energy crackled around his fingertips. "Now I see you choose the hard way." Luke said as he turned the blade in his hands. An eery green glow came off of the blade and my eyes widened slightly. My first instinct was to scream and as I did John sent his white energy towards me and my body felt as if it was stuck to the bed. I couldn't move a muscle in my body and I hated it. I still tried to fight the magic but sadly I was stuck right in that awful position.

"Now, leave us John." Luke said with a wave of his fingers. "Oh but a child of a god and a titan, a minor goddess, and of one of the greater gods would make such a splendid boy." John said as he clasped his hands together behind his back. "I said leave us." Luke hissed as he started to peel away the soft fabric of my small covering. I could barely see in this dark light but as John quickly hurried out as Luke climbed next to me in the small bed.

"Now darling you chose the hard way." Luke slowly lowered the flat of the blade onto the soft skin on my thigh and pressed it in firmly. Not enough magic in the world could've suppressed my scream. Somehow I held it in even though teeth marks were left on my tongue from where I had bitten it. I was repulsed by the smell of burning flesh but Luke only smiled as I tried to jerk away in agony.

"See darling, you could have made it so much easier for yourself." Luke said as he tutted and started to pull my chiton farther up my legs. I wished to scream but my voice would not work. Luke sneered down at me as he reached for the clasp at my shoulder. Soon he pulled off the gold brooch and started to pull down the rest of the fine cloth. Underneath my clothes I had nothing so all I stared at was my tanned flesh.

"Now is time for my fun." Luke said as he started to unbutton his shirt. As he bent over me bare chested I kept my eyes firm. "Who would have known that I, Luke Castellan, would get such a fine piece as the untamable Leyna Jackson." Luke's breath smelled faintly of rum and I was thoroughly repulsed even before he tried to lean against my bare skin.

In my head the only things I could think of was 'when I get out I will knock his fucking head in.' I didn't even care what I though even though I knew I would get a beating from Aphrodite for my language, although if gods could have gotten inside the bunker I would've been busted out the minute I was knocked out.

As if I had done something wrong Luke pressed the burning blade to the soft flesh of my lower stomach. I tried to cry out but much to my dismay it continued to fail.

"Now Leyna, you may bear me a boy and if you fail, well let us just say it won't be good."

With that I continued to shut my eyes and tried my best to block out the rest of what happened that day.

Every day though for the next three months Luke continued his 'fun' and I received more and more scars all over my body. I was only aloud free from the magic when I had to use the restroom and only for two hours for sleep. At that time however I did not sleep. There was a small bowl underneath my bed for water collection, although Luke never knew anything of it, but during my two free hours all I did was cry and sweat as much as I could. I then formed my tears and sweat into a nice ice cube in the bottom of the bowl and waited until I could find use for the perfect moment.

Only in the second month of my imprisonment did Luke finally get his way. Every week John checked my stomach over for any signs of a child and until the 93rd day did he finally get good results.

By the time Luke had barged in John had already begun to tell him the details. "So the process may begin." Luke said as John snapped his fingers and instantly I felt something twinge in my throat.

"Ya son of a bitch!" Was the first thing I said. "Mother f-" My curses were cut off by the sound of crackling. Luke had once again removed the chiton from around my midline so my stomach was showing. My muscle development now was mostly gone and my ribs and bones stuck out all over. Scars curled around my hip bones and around my waist but John didn't seem to mind as he placed the white energy from his hands onto my stomach.

I cried out in pain as shocks went through my body. I was gasping and screaming for someone, anyone at this moment, to hear and rescue me but no one came of course and I got a back handed slap from Luke. I would've smacked him but alas my hands were chained to my side adn the pain was just too strong.

The pain continued and sweat began to pour down from my forehead. "Stop." I tried to growl but it came out only as a mere whimper. Luke chuckled softly and whispered something into John's ear and the whiteness around his hands soon grew double the size.

"STOP!" I cried out as my body had multiple convulsions. I shut my eyes tightly as my stomach continued to be shocked. It felt as though my skin was being ripped apart, one pore at a time, and the pain was unbearable. John continued his process for at least five more minutes before he took his hands off of my bulging stomach and had a smile on his face.

"Your son is now twenty weeks." He said with a sneer as he flipped my dress back down. By that time I had caught my breath and was prepared to scream at them but I only stopped when I saw the outside of the door. Never had anyone been as careless to have left a magic proof door open when one of the most powerful demigods was being held captive but the son of Hecate slipped up and allowed me to see their entire premiss practically.

As Luke went in to fix my chiton I spat at him and then he gave me another good slap before shuffling out after his co-worker. I sat laying on that cold hard bed as I stared at my now bulging stomach. I didn't want to be pregnant at eighteen, especially pregnant with a monster's baby.

Little did Luke know that the baby wasn't going to survive. After starving me for so long I had no fat reserves left for the baby to use and with that he barely survived. After two more days of John's magic, two empousa's came in to take the baby from me. After I had delivered it they confirmed the horrid news.

My son, Finnegan Castellan/Jackson/Ripple, was born dead.

I had shed tears during my free time for my son and after being thoroughly whipped and beaten bloody by Luke for supposedly killing the baby I had finally had enough water to escape.

On my 155th day in that wretched cubical cage I finally was able to hide a large sized icicle behind my back just before Luke came in. As he walked in I noticed he had the first five buttons undone on his black button up and he had a half filled bottle of brandy in his pale hand. "Leyna." He said sternly as he walked towards me in my restraints. "I do hate to say that you are a failure to me." He spat as he turned his back to the wall. I could see the keys jingling in his pocket and I urged the icicle into water droplets. It took a lot of energy from me but I finally was able to make the water take the keys and bring them back to me before he even batted an eyelash.

"Now leave me." He yelled as he threw his bottle at the wall next to me making brandy splash and glass shatter everywhere. "Can't really do nothin'." I grumbled as he slammed the door behind him.

Quickly I reached the keys behind my back and continued to unlock my limbs from the retched bed. My back was stiff and scarless but the rest of my body ached. I didn't really want to say I had a plan, but then I would be lying.

I grabbed the biggest piece of glass from Luke's bottle and I seized the door.

At first no guards noticed me as I was a quiet as a mouse but as soon as I was freed from my magic free chamber my watch flew onto my wrist and I laid waste to the place.

I swear whoever made this place to trap a daughter of Poseidon must have not thought about putting their secret place above a cove.

Water washed half of the people out and the other half were sliced by me. Even for being still for five months I got into the groove of going from sword to bow to any random item in the room.

To sum it up it is better to not piss off the temperamental daughter of Poseidon.

When I saw Luke however I charged him yelling defiantly as he took out his special fire blade torture device. I was faster than him but any time our blades met sparks flew everywhere singeing my already torn chiton. At one point I was starting to get tired so I grabbed the shard of glass and stabbed it into the side of his neck. He dropped his blade as he cried out and in that moment I kicked it up and placed the sharp edge to his face.

"Ya ready ta hurt?" I said as it glowed green and he screamed in agony as the skin on the right side of his face started to burn. Now he had a nice mirrored scar on his face and I wasn't even done yet. I swung the fiery blade and thoroughly slit open the soft skin on the inside of his forearms. Blood ran from the two cuts and as he fell to the ground I went at his neck with the blade. I would have beheaded him right then and there but I felt an arrow tip protrude my shoulder. I missed his neck and instead got his chest but a scar was a scar in fact, I would know.

I put all of my strength into my legs as I sprinted towards the doors. I slammed into them, forcing them open as I dove for the water, his blade still in my hands.

The water seemed to heal me slightly, but I knew exactly where I could go for the real healing deal.

The water sent me further out and deeper and deeper until a normal mortal would have died from the pressure. As I took a deep breath I looked towards the castle under the sea with such joy I nearly crashed into a merman.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumbled to him as I swam towards the main doors. Most of the merpeople looked at me oddly as I pushed through the doors but at that exact moment so did Triton.

"Leyna." He said with disgust as he looked at me. As soon as his eyes landed on the arrow in my shoulder and the sword in my hands his eyes widened. "Where is dad." I said sternly as I gripped the blade tighter in my hand. "Throne room." He grumbled as he pushed past me, his tail swishing behind him. I swam as quickly as I could down the curling corridors until I found the two grand coral doors. As my hands pushed through the doors I collapsed in the doorway just as Poseidon looked up from his throne.

"Leyna!" His voice boomed throughout the room. He swam towards me quickly, quicker than I have ever seen, as he reached down for me. He picked me up in his strong arms as I crumpled against his chest. "Hey D-dad." I mumbled as I tried to smile but it too collapsed just like the rest of me. "Amphridite." My father called to his wife who was still standing by the large throne. "Please get the servants to the infirmary. Also, get all of the best healers in the ocean and I want them here now." He said as his immortal wife nodded to him. In a wave of bubbles she disappeared from the throne room leaving only my father and I.

"Oh Leyna." My dad mumbled as he pushed through the doors. Servants who were gathered outside the door jumped from their stations and instantly were swarming their King for tasks and ways to help.

"Get clean water, cloth, and prepare a bed in the infirmary." My father said to the servants as he continued to swim hurriedly towards the large infirmary doors.

Coated in bronze and a thin line of sea foam bubbles was the beautiful infirmary filled with rows of empty green and blue beds. Poseidon set me down on my side as healers filed into the room.

Three mermaids were needed to take the arrow head out and let me tell you I was not quiet about it. I cried out in pain as they pulled the bronze head out of my skin and tears rolled down my cheeks as they poured nectar over the open wound and I didn't even try to conceal my expressions as waves of pain rolled over me. Poseidon was watching over me from the side while they treated my wounds, his face growing warier with every cry I let loose.

Once they fed me a piece of ambrosia and gave me some more nectar to drink the healers said they could do no more and they were sent out of the room. Poseidon sat next to me on the bed and looked down at me. He brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes and I looked him straight in the eyes although all I could see was pain. "Oh Leyna what have you gotten yourself into."

I told him everything starting from the quest, to tricking Terminus, to saving little Julia, and I shed a few tears when I spoke of my torture for my five silent months. I even mentioned Finn.

At that Poseidon's eyes grew watery as he reached down and lifted me into a hug. "My dear I am so sorry." He said as I cried into his arm. "Will tha scars be gone soon?" I asked him as I gestured to my stomach and thighs. "Maybe after time," Poseidon said as he laid me back down gently, "Greek fire is hard to heal for it may take years."

Years stuck with these horrifying scars as memories of my torture?

No, it didn't care if I had them forever or for a day. They would be reminders of the evil in this world. The reminder of what pushed me forward.

"Leyna I do believe it is time for you to meet with your friends. Percy and Nico have been threatening the gods for information about your disappearance." At that I stiffened. How was I to explain all that happened? I definitely wasn't going to shout my times from the rooftops or anything. Maybe a dip in the Lythe would do me some good. All the memories washed away, just as the tide washes away the wrinkles in the sand.

"Go, you need them just as much as they need you." I knew the truth in his words and it actually made me not want to go back even more. "Thank ya." I murmured under my breath as he handed me Luke's sword. I stashed it in the belt of my jeans, a gift from my Dad, and then I started to limp towards the door. I didn't have the energy to swim anymore, save it for my trip back. "Good luck Leyna," My father said sadly, "and I am sorry." Tears threatened to pour down my cheeks as I made my way towards the infirmary doors. Hold it together you idiot, my mind barked at me. I shook my head and in return I received some odd looks from the servants passing me but they said nothing. If anything I was still part of the royal family. Well, godly family.

My heart did a few summersault as I exited the castle, leaving behind all the things that I wanted.

How would they treat me when I came back to camp? A hero or a coward? Gods I could only think of the bombardment of questions I would get from Percy and Nico. The thought already made my head spin.

I took a deep breath as I cleared my thoughts and organized them down to only one thing: home.

In seconds I was shooting through the water, faster than light and time itself, until I slowed down to a slower pace. I knew I was in New York as soon as my feet hit the sand bar at the bottom of the water. The only body of water that would classify as home. The tears still shimmered in my eyes as I looked down at the sand beneath me, ignoring all of the fish and naiads who kept pestering me with questions. As soon as the tide crashed down above me the sand shifted just a little bit, and only a fragment was washed away just to go join a new sand bar. Maybe today I represented the sand; so withered down but still able to stand as a whole.

I took another deep breath as I palmed my eyes, trying to shut out all of the negative memories of the past few months. With only a small kick of my feet I suddenly surfaced and made my way to the beach of Long Island Sound. No campers were there thankfully, they were all probably doing their chores or playing volleyball at the sand courts or doing anything but worrying. Gods I wished I could be in their places at this moment in time.

I took yet another deep breath as I pulled down the sleeves of the turquoise long sleeved shirt that my father had also given me. The jeans he had allowed me to used were hanging loosely off of my thin frame but thankfully they covered my scars, the one part of me that would receive the most questioning. I took Luke's sword in my hand and slowly stuck the blade all the way up to the hilt in the wet sand.

"A memory to keep me going." I whispered as the water swept past my bare feet. The sword didn't move as the water pulled along, threatening to soak me if I didn't relocate myself. And relocateI did.

I think it was sometime after I got into the sights of the mess hall that people started to notice me. Most just stopped and stared as I limped along, desperate to get to my cabin. I didn't like being watched so closely and it didn't help that everyone in the general area had their eyes on me now. Everyone dropped everything they were doing, swords clanged on the ground and balls bounced and laid forgotten on the ground as I trudged past. I only stopped when I heard two familiar cries.

"LEYNA!" Both Percy and Nico shouted as they appeared from the direction of Canoe Lake. As they ran towards me I just stopped in my tracks as I fiddled with my watch arms. When they finally were in arms reach of me they both tackled me into a hug. Try as I did I couldn't hide my wince as both of their large bodies crashed into mine. Both flew off instantly, worry covering every inch of their faces.

"Leyna...what happened to you?" Percy asked softly as he reached for my arm. I winced once again and swore under my breath. Gods how I wanted to avoid this conversation. "I just wanna sleep." I murmured to myself as I averted my eyes to the grass beneath me. I could practically feel Percy and Nico's concern but I just shuffled forward, biting my tongue to keep from yelping as Percy grabbed my shoulder. Even though the mermaids had tried their best to patch me up they still couldn't fix me up perfectly after that fricken arrow head lodged itself in between my shoulder blade and my spine. As soon as Percy's fingers touched the wound I squinted my eyes so hard I started to feel drops of rain on my head. The low pitter patter got me even more curious stares as Percy tried to find my eyes. I kept them shut long enough for me to calm myself down but I still could feel Percy's intense stare. "Oh Leyna, what happened to you?" Percy whispered into my ear as he dropped his hand.

Through the smallest gap in my mouth I found something inside me that made the words come out.

"More than any normal person should be able to endure." I whispered as my knees gave out from below me.

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