hey guys! Thank you sooooo much for continuing to read my story! I'm very sorry I didn't update sooner and this chapter is a little rushed. I'm thinking of writing another story for the avengers after I'm done with this one, what do you guys think? Oh, and I'm thinking this story is about halfway through, but I'm not certain. Enjoy!

The scene changes to New York City. "Welcome to stage one!" A voice congratulates me, though I have a feeling this won't be fun. "This is what I like to call your darkest hall."

Oh great! Hera wasn't joking when she said soon. How long ago was that a few seconds, hours? I can't even remember.

Then I remembered something, "what about the other person who's supposed to be here?" I call out to the voice. After a few minutes with no response, I give up on expecting it to say something back.

"He is on his own path, you may or may not see him, depending on your survival." The raspy voice booms. Well that's nice to know. I begin to walk with the numerous people on the streets when the wind begins to pick up.

My hair whips violently against my face and it becomes a struggle to walk as the wind picks up, but no one else is effected by the wind. As I scan my surroundings I see people still casually walking, while I'm trying my best not to get carried away. Eventually I'm lifted off my feet. "Help!" I yell, but no one acknowledges me. I'm carried past multiple skyscrapers, until the wind stops.

I land in front of my house. I carefully walk towards the old squeaky door, not aware of what's going to happen. I peer inside the living room window and see my entire family laughing. I see myself as a little girl probably about eight trying to tap dance in front of my relatives.

"I remember this!" I shout to no one. "It was the first day I started dance class!" It was one of my favorite memories, all of my family cheering me on, even though I sucked.

I place my hands on the cool window and rest my head against the glass to get a better look. I see my brother sitting next to where I'm still dancing, laughing. It brings tears to my eyes, I try to pull away, but I'm stuck. I yank my hands and head back a few times before giving up.

I continue watching my past self and family as the lights go off inside. I stare, not like another option, at the scene. "I don't remember this."

I want to barge into my house so bad and figure out what's happening, but I'm stuck to the window. The lights flicker for a moment before fully turning on, revealing my family laying on the floor.

Blood everywhere, on the walls, floor, and my family. I shut my eyes as I scream for help, but even if someone could hear me, they wouldn't be able to stop this.

Then, the wind picks up again. I close my eyes as I ready myself for the next scene. Once again, my hair begins to violently whip my face as I'm lifted away, this time to my old middle school.

This time I step inside the building weary of which memory could turn bad next. Somehow my feet know exactly where to go and I find myself walking the empty halls towards the area right outside of the cafeteria.

I spot myself sitting with my old best friend and only friend, Jared. I immediately conclude which memory this is by looking at the weather outside. The sky was dark, cloudy, and incredibly windy.

Why would I be brought here? This day was already bad enough without the help of some evil thing.

I watch as the storm outside picks up. My past self stares up at the sky, "should we go back inside?" The boy next to past me shakes his head, "isn't it beautiful?"

My past self never responded, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. Large lightning strikes began to hit all around my past self. The little girl tries to convince her friend to go inside, but he won't listen. The little girl screams as lightning hits the ground next to her best friend.

Past self Terra screams as her friend falls unconscious beside her. "Jared!" She screams. It doesn't take long before adults coming running to help. And I feel bad for my past self, life will never be the same once she finds out her best friend had died the same day, only hours later.

Silent tears begin to fall down my cheeks as I think of all the things I could have done with Jared if he didn't die. We could have had an even better friendship and maybe he would ha saved me from all the trouble I got myself into. Right on cue, the wind begins to pick up again.

Oh great, I think to myself, who ever is in control of this doesn't even need to even make this memory worse!

I let the wind carry me away, but this time I wasn't dropped in in New York, or even a real place for that matter. It was just gray. Literally gray, everywhere. The walls, ceiling, floor, it didn't seem there was even an end to this place.

"Hey!" A voice calls out sounding sort of depressed.

"Nico?" I question as I turn around and spot him behind me.

Nico nods. "So, this is the darkest hall? Our thoughts, memories, and nightmares all happening in our heads?" I ask.

Nico nods again, "it seems that way, but we're in this together, okay?"

That didn't sound very much like Nico, but I guess going through old memories that take a turn for the dark side can change you.

I take a step forward to place myself In front of Nico. "I think we're each other's best shot at surviving this thing."

Our little moment didn't last long though, soon a voice echoes through the gray space. "Congratulations on making it to stage two, where you will be even more so tested. I would offer you two a complementary good luck, but it won't do you any good."

"Well that sounds lovely," I mutter as the gray room turns to a blinding white and then pure darkness.