Ball of power in the heart of places,

Sphere of Sorcery where magic races,

Sphere of Poseidon dwells in the Olympian shores,

Sphere of Breeze in East American floors,

Sphere of Geb in the kingdom of sand

Sphere of Loki in the viking lands

Lines of map cross at spot

Disc of fate on roots of naught

I stared at the squirming girl, completely frozen and shock coursing through my blood. If I was capable of turning old, I would have looked around sixty.

"Emma? Or are you Baby Tooth?" Pitch snickered as he loosened his grip on my sister. Emma sucked in short gasps of air while tears gleamed in her eyes. I knew what Pitch was doing. He was trying to unravel me, unsettle me. Well, he has his work cut out for him.

"Remember our flower Jack? Three hundred years ago?" Her voice was small, high pitched. I'd never thought I'd hear it again. "Remember Baby Tooth?" My heart stuck in my throat, my grip on my staff tightening. Baby Tooth, the flower... I remembered the small flower we had tended for all those centuries ago, the one which looked like a baby's tooth. The memory struck me like a freight train, sending my head spinning. Tooth didn't tell me?! I had to face reality. I couldn't afford to be weak. He was probably tricking me. Emma had grown up, had children, had died. Tooth had shown me. I gritted my teeth.

"Alright Pitch. Drop the crap." I spat at the ground, ice shards sparking off me while Pitch continued to laugh softly. I glared up at him with hate, noticing how he radiated with a different power... Something I've never felt from him before. His laugh deepened as he squeezed the... whatever looked like Emma, tighter.

"Idiot guardian. Why did They even bother to include you?" He thrust the gasping girl out, her feet still inches above the floor. "This is your sister, and I'm feeding from her life force to tighten the defence around the breeze marble, you little imbecile. The defences are already too strong for you to get through and survive. Even with all your little..." He waved dismissively with his other hand. "gang. My, my, my. Won't They be disappointed in you." My mind raged with a thousand screaming voices, but a word stood up over the rest. I faltered.

"They? Who's They?" Pitch sneered disdainfully.

"Didn't even tell you who They were did they?" He cackled. The black mist surrounding him popped with energy as Emma's face started turning a sickly shade of purplish blue. She stopped fighting against his hands and started fighting for air. Another burst of realisation shot through me.

"EMMA!" I lunged forwards, but an unseen force blasted me back.

"IT'S YOUR SISTER OR THE MARBLE BOY! DECIDE!" Pitch boomed over the roaring of the sudden black sand tornado that was swirling around him. Them. I looked desperately back at the pillar which held the marble of breeze. Pitch loosened his fingers for a second, allowing Emma to devour bucketfuls of air and gasp out.

"Jack! It's me! It's me!" My mind went blank. "THIS IS YOUR REAL SISTER JACKSON! IT'S HER OR THE MAR-" Before Pitch finished taunting me, a wall of water knocked him down, dousing everything with water, except the marble and I. I had managed to hastily throw up a dome of ice, so water rushed down the sides, powerful enough to seep in through the bottom of the dome. I watched, panicked for a while, as the water slammed into the pillar, but a flickering yellow protection shield kept the glowing pale-yellow stone from kissing a tidal wave. The ice cracked just in time as the water subsided, leaving a few handfuls of obsidian sand scattered around the underground carven and a very damp floor. Percy stood amongst the wet, rippling with a glowing blue aura.

"Hey, um, dude? You're blue." I managed after staring, dumb-struck, for a while. Percy flashed a weak grin.

"Yeah, I know. This water thing might actually be consuming me..." His eyes closed for a split second.

"Percy?" I rushed towards him, but his green eyes flared open and waved my panic away.

"I'm good." He glanced behind me. "You might want to get that little glass ball though." I walked slowly towards the pillar, but stopped dead in my tracks. My feet were soaked through. Percy hurried forwards. "Sorry, sorry." He murmured, backing to the side once he reached the pillar. Miniature waves lapped around his sneakers, water spirals blurring around his entire form like a water bender avatar. I shook my head and passed through the protection sheild, trying not to remember that Percy had basically washed my sister away as well. But then again, she was probably just a hoax. Besides, once we get out of this place, we need to talk about the They that Pitch mentioned. My self-reasoning done, I reached for the marble and wrapped my hands around the strangely, now white crystal. A new sensation of cool (literally) power shot through me, wind blowing my hair upwards and swirling effortlessly around me. With my will. The sphere of breeze glowed with supernova, and a surprised yell from Percy diverted my attention form my newfound confidence. The water sloshing around at his feet suddenly consumed him, roaring upwards and caving in on the son of Poseidon until it slammed against the dirt.

Percy wasn't there anymore.

But the map was.

With shaking hands and a fuzzy head, I snatched up the paper. Didn't Hiccup have it? The two gold circles and the red line was present, but there was another red line, another golden circle.

The new golden circle was where Burgess was, and a line connected the circle from Greece to the Burgess dot.

"Oh jeez." I'm next, aren't I.

SORRY SORRY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SO LONG. I WAS DIVERTED WITH OTHER DUTIES, INCLUDING A FEW, OH, YOU KNOW, ASSESSMENTS AND HOMEWORK AND EXAMS.

Yep I suck.

Newfound respect for movie directors and authors that manage to find time at any cost for their projects.

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