Chapter 10

(POV of Kado)

The wind was still howling. The cave I had managed to find on the edge of the cliff provided great shelter. The cold, I was ok with. Don't ask me why. I could sense something malevolent passing overhead, directly in the core of the blizzard. Usually, I would head towards the center, and take out whatever happened to be causing the storm. But, I guess I could stay here for awhile.

I looked down the cliff. I had nearly ended my life, and sent myself into an early underworld here.

I turned back to lay on my stomach, groaning the whole while.

I HATE feeling powerless, I thought. I HATE not being able to do anything.

Even the gods couldn't be doing this. The charm prevented them from directly AND indirectly seeing me.

I rubbed the charm, like I have hundreds of times before. It was made from several of the strongest monster. A feather-scale of a fury, soaked in the snot of a minotaur, twined with Scythian-dracanea hair, mixed in the eye of a Lernaean-Dragon. All of this resulted in the black charm I wore under my shirt. The charm that allowed me to disappear just as easily as my father and his crown. Still holding the charm in my hand, I finally started to fall asleep.

Then the screams started.

"Wha-," I muttered, bolting upright.

I rushed out of the cave entrance, running towards the screams. The screams, which sounded rather high-pitch, which meant a classic damsel-in-distress. Course, us being where we are, namely, the middle of nowhere, means one thing. Something is happening that shouldn't be. Course, I am a half-blood. I'm used to stuff like that.

Leaping into the air and drawing my arms across my chest, I took flight down the face of the cliff, the bottom of my cloak fluttering in the wind. If anyone saw me at that moment, I'm pretty sure they would think I was death himself.

Extending my hand behind my back, I grabbed onto the handle of the black hockey-stick handle. Pulling it out, I extended it into the air, running my hand over the entire length until I reached the tip. Pinching it with my fingers, I swung it over my head, the tip I was holding hardening until it formed a crescent blade. Hurling it, I landed hard onto the floor at the base of the cliff. I sensed fighting ahead of me.

Picking up the crescent-blade spear, I calmly walked into the snow. Both of my best friends had just lost all memories of me, I was in the middle of nowhere, and I was awoken from a near-sleep. Whatever was in there was either stupid, or suicidal. Because they SURE WEREN'T smart.