Disclaimer: I don't own Greek Myths...

Witchyartemis- Thanks, I'm glad you like it. I just hope I can get through it all.

Emerald Eyed Cutie- lol, sorry it took so long I have not only been neglecting the story but also having a writer's block when I try to write it.... it's okay if I rock your sox...I mean my sisters says that all the time

Bob, Mike, Kevin and Chris- yes, sooo tired...love you too ;)

Queety: Er...thanks

Sorry this story took soooo long to update...but oh man the chapte r after this...well....it's crazy. Craziness comes with procrastination and many donuts for me.... . ... . Special thanks to Princess Amara of Conte.

On to the Story:

Erika slowly woke on the cold ground incoherently mumbling words. She turned over feeling her sore joints move with each twist. Slowly, as if in fear of where she may be, she opened her eyes to see if what she thought she had dreamt hadn't really happened. Scanning a cloud of darkness above her, she realized she wasn't in her aunt's house. Heaving her self up, she stood up to see she was in what looked like a jail cell. Legs wobbling, she walked over to one side of the cell that seemed to be the opening. The dark black bars at the entrance however stopped her from going any further.

'Where am I?' she thought as she looked on into shadowed darkness. There was one light just off to the side of her cell revealing a hallway. Suddenly she heard voices coming towards her. With a sudden realization of not feeling welcome here she backed up wondering what would happen to her. Had she already been found? 'I must have...this must be some kind of area they keep you. Maybe I can call my aunt or something....'

The voices continued to echo down the hall coming closer. They were in a different language...she knew it. This must be some kind of place for mole people. She continued to make up an interesting story of where she was as the voices came closer. Finally two figures appeared in front of her cell and her idea of mole people came to rest...slightly.

The entrance opened...some how and a man dressed in robes of a deep black that seemed darker than night glided gracefully into the small room. As he walked over further toward her, he seemed beyond normal, his robes moved in a swirl of black giving her the thought of something like an unmoving tornado.

Erika remained silent studying him. Who was he?

Breaking the broad silence, as each one looked upon each other, the man spoke. His speech was fluent and wonderful yet she could not understand a word of it. Erika stared blankly at him lost at a point of no return.

He did not give in to the silence and he continued to talk the unknown the language to her. He stared at her with eyes that penetrated her insides and made her feel confused and lost. She even felt scared as if he could read her mind. Then she started thinking a little clearer. Things were getting easier to understand. Maybe he didn't know how to speak English. She started processing other things as well. Then she started to speak.

"I-I don't understand," she murmured slowly bringing her hand to her mouth realizing she did in fact speak and maybe this wasn't some really strange dream. She had feeling. The feeling of the cold ground that she had laid on before set into her memory as real. The slight eerie cold feeling she got from this man was not physical but was a feeling so strong it must be real.

The man stared at her hand, surprise on his face. He pointed at her hand a face of disbelief and confusion with her. He without speech made her follow him. Erika still trying to figure out was going on was brought through past objects that felt oddly familiar to her. They passed a giant dog with three heads that was looking straight at her with hunger to kill. She started to wonder...was this place...Hades?

Somehow, Erika found herself back in the library where she had first been. The man was still with her though, staring at her intently. She backed away from him. She knew maybe if she ran or maybe even screamed someone could help her.... then a sound of wood being detached from it's original space told her that there was a door opening. It was Bob.

"Ah yes Erika...who is this?" Bob said looking over to the man.

"I un...eh...te ke me ...di....dogs..." Erika said pointing at the floor, the man, and then making large gestures to a large invisible object.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Bob said to the man.

The man looked at him and looked as if he was angry but said something in the strange language Erika knew nothing about. Bob looked at him then at Erika.

"Erika, have you brought in a man from the city?" Bob asked. Before Erika could answer Bob started talking in the same language. Erika soon realized this language must be Greek.

The other man continued to talk. The quiet suddenly he started speaking in plain English. "Mortal, do not speak in that tone with me. My process of thought only regards this lady."

"She's my cousin!" Bob said defensively moving towards Erika in some form of protection.

"This girl has the Ring of Hope and it is my job as Hades of Tartarus to take care of this business.

Erika stood numb and scared. What was she supposed to do? Before she could react to any of this Hades had turned Bob into a book. The book feel onto the floor closed shut. Erika screamed. Hades covered her mouth. Erika then fainted.

Ugh this is as far as I can get now. I am terribly sorry. I really need to work on my skills. I hope this is okay for now...