Hazel was not having a good day. She was currently heading back to Hell. Well, not the real Hell. She hadn't wasn't dead again. However, Hazel considered this place just as bad. They were heading to the place she had died. They were heading to Alaska.
Frank was not exactly having the best of time. The past few months have been terrible for him. His mother is dead, his life depends on a piece of wood, his grandmother is most likely dead, and his house was being burned. Yeah, his life was just great and he was the son of Mars. This was just getting better and better all the time.
Thalia was not feeling good. Her head was spinning. She knew it was stupid to have such a fear, especially considering who her father was. She just couldn't help though. She felt better on the open sea than in the air. And where was Thalia now you ask? On a freaking airplane heading to the land beyond the gods; this place was supposed to be where the gods had no influence whatsoever. That might be why it was so desolate up there. Thalia sat back and closed her eyes. At least one good thing happened since she started on this quest. Her memory was finally coming back.
He sat there on the glacier. He was naked except for the seaweed that had been woven into a loincloth. His skin was deathly pale and was slightly blue. He was so pale because of the fact he was not allowed to topside unless it was nighttime. He doesn't even know what the sunlight felt like. He figures that the sun must hurt though. Swimmers dreamed of having such a toned body. He was lean and muscular for he had spent most of his life underwater. Life was good for him. He swam as much as we wanted. He could swim pretty much anywhere. He didn't know what was in the parts of where he was not allowed to go. He never had a real desire to leave his home, but lately he has had the desire to see what was beyond his home. Beyond his home, though he knew, was where all the bad things were.