It's like I only update only on Sundays. And I am finally updating after a few centuries. I'll try my best to update at least twice a week. I know right!? I hope you like this one and I still owe you that story, Lenister. Someday, I swear. Today, one question only. Hope you enjoy! I did a new fic called Cousins at High where the children of the Big Three go to high school. Check that out if you want to. Thanks!
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When I opened my eyes again, I saw darkness. Slowly, it transformed into colors and somehow I felt like I was home
"Glad you're awake," a voice said, right next to me. I craned my head and saw a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old. His brown hair was messy, like his comb broke during mid brush and he got too lazy to go buy another one. His light brown complexion was like of a Native American's and I couldn't but help feel I knew him. Then I noticed his eyes. Swirling green, gray, and blue colors confirmed my doubts.
"Rex?" He laughed and handed me a wooden stick. "You forgot this," he replied.
It wasn't a stick; it was a staff. In the middle where you would grip it, a black iron covered it. Out of instinct, I spun it one and it transformed into a wooden bracelet with a black iron, Stygian iron I realized, bead. "Thanks, and where am I?"
Even when I asked the question, I knew the answer. I was in the Underworld, Pluto's realm. Rex nodded.
"I have lots of questions, Rex, and I need answers to all of them. Why did you speak to me in riddles? What's my name? Why am I here? Why did that Lar say I shouldn't exist? What are you? Who's my parent? Last question, why did I lose my memory and who erased it?" Rex pointed down, meaning the both of us were floating in air. "I only permission to answer four questions, and I pick the ones I want to answer."
"I spoke in riddles because when I am in the human world, I can't be seen and I have a word limit. I'm pretty sure if I said, "If you want to live, then go find some water related source and stay away from monsters," you'd probably get the first five words. I am a sprit from the Fields of Punishment. You freed me when I saved you (In my universe, of course this is possible), remember? Ooh, sorry." He blushed, and I gave him a nasty look. "Last question, um, you're here because your patron wanted you to see this…again." I started to protest, but he kissed me, effectively shutting me up.
When we parted, I was silent, and Rex traced my scar. I trembled slightly, and he smirked.
"What did you name yourself, Verity? Something my-"
An invisible force seemed to shut his mouth. He sighed and it seemed to go away. "You know what? Forget it." We flew down and I saw me and Rex.
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"Come on, one kiss!" Rex and I were running, him chasing me. Laughing, I stopped running and faced him, out of breath.
"You know what will happen if they see you," I said, flicking his forehead. He scowled.
"Ow, -. " (I felt like someone didn't want me to remember my name and they effectively, like, censored my name.) I giggled. "I told you not to mess with me. I know I am such a boss like that." He snorted and would've shot something back, if we didn't hear voices. Curious, I raised an eyebrow at Rex, who rubbed his hands together like a madman.
The Underworld was dark, so it was easy for us to stick to the shadows. We passed the Judgment Hall (Someone review me and tell me were the dead go for judgment in Greek/Roman mythology.)
Near Elysium, we saw a girl with mocha like skin and light brown golden curly hair with golden eyes to match. She looked sad and looked wistfully at Asphodel.
"Should we go get acquainted with her?" Rex asked, yawning. I slapped him across the arm.
"Rex, shut up. Maybe we should make her feel better or something. Do you have any idea why she's looking towards Asphodel?"
"Maybe because she wanted to be in an eternal sleep, not remembering anything and be bored forever, but she got stuck with Elysium."
"Wow that was so intelligent. Is this Rex or somebody else?" Now it was his turn to smack my arm. "Look."
I turned to see a guy older than her by about two years, wearing all black, with pale skin and dark brown, almost black eyes. His silky black hair reminded me of Rex's. A Stygian iron sword hung at his side. I knew immediately he was someone you didn't want to mess with.
The present me didn't hear what the both of them were saying because Rex and I were whisked away.
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"I know the girl," I said. "That's Hazel, the daughter of Pluto. You're telling me she was dead and came back to life?" Rex glared at me, and I wished I could take back my words.
"A nicer word would be 'revived,'" he informed me. I knew he was a bit angry and offended.
"Hey, I'm sorry," I apologized. He brushed off my apology and forced a smile. "Yeah, just remember the word."
"One last question: why did I have to see this?" He tilted his head up, like waiting for a silent yes to answer my question. He nodded and looked at me.
"Your… patron showed you about your new friend. Your patron wanted you to know a little backstory about her because something told your patron you might need this information in the future." He glared at the 'sky,' I guess. "I will say your name sometime if I'm forced to say 'your patron' again! Can I please have my girlfriend back with her memory?" My patron didn't like that and before I got really emotional about what he said, I started to fade. "No, Rex!" He tried grabbing my disappearing hands, like that would let me stay visible, but I was gone, leaving an upset Rex all alone.
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"Don't leave me!" I got upright on the bed and grabbed a pair of cold hands. In my hands, I was clasping a boy's hand. Only it wasn't Rex's hand. Unfortunately, it was this black clad pale skinned boy's hand, who looked confused. His face said it: Why am I stuck with the psycho here? I dropped his hand and blushed. Realization dawned me.
"Wait, I've seen you before. You were the one talking to Hazel in the Underworld? Are you guys related or something?" This time, his confused look was stronger and scarier. "What's your name? As in, your real name?" he asked.
I sighed, tired of the same question. "Honestly, I don't know, but you can call me Verity. What's your name?"
"Nico di Angelo, ambassador of Pluto and." I immediately knew that was a lie. "Liar. You're a son of Hades. What are you doing here, in a Roman camp?" He flinched and glared at me.
"How do you know these things?" "Verity, thank the gods you're awake!"
Hazel came inside the infirmary. "You were out for a week, Verity. You had me scared to death." Then she saw Nico. "I guess the two of you got acquantied. This is my older brother, Nico."
I cracked a smile at her accidental pun (Pluto- Roman god of riches and death). But how was I out for a week? The visions I had, it was as fresh as a new wound. There was no way I was going to stay behind.
I started to get up, but my ankle stopped me. I looked at Hazel, trying to stifle the curse words. (Somehow, I have a vivid memory for bad words.)
"When you fell, you twisted your ankle. We couldn't get you to eat ambrosia because, you know, you were in a trance."
"The Lar? Where is he? Hazel, I am not a baby, I could eat it myself." She was trying to spoon feed me ambrosia but I was pushing it away. Nico spoke and I remembered he was in the infirmary with us. Other than the three of us and some Apollo medics, it was practically empty.
"Caxton won't speak to us about anything. He wanted to speak to you when you wake up. Hazel, I'm leaving. I don't want Will to notice I'm gone." He looked like he was going to go through the shadows (is that possible?) but I stopped him. "Nico, don't leave now. I have something to tell the both of you." He stopped and turned to look at me. I relayed my vision to both of them, minus the part about Rex. Something told me I shouldn't tell about the escaped ghost.
"And now when I woke up, I met Nico," I summed up, blushing. Nico rolled his eyes at me. I took a tiny sip of nectar and the wonderful taste of buttered popcorn reminded me I hadn't eaten since the day I got here.
"Uh, Hazel?"
"Are you hungry? Just in case, I brought you a sandwich just in case you woke up today." I wolfed down the tuna sandwich, not caring they were watching me. You eat like a wolf, Rex's voice told me. I felt him leaving but I still couldn't help but speak my annoyance.
"Shut up," I growled. The siblings looked at me, confused. "Uh, nobody was talking, Verity," Hazel told me.
"Oh, I was talking to myself," I lied. I didn't like lying to my new friends but I didn't want them to know about Rex. My ankle felt better and I knew the nectar had done its work.
"Hazel, my ankle feels better. Think you can show me to the steam room? I didn't take a shower or a bath for a week and I don't feel really fresh right now." She looked at Nico, but he looked like he wanted to talk with her. "Hazel, hurry before Will IMs." She looked confused, looking at the both of us, and I sighed.
"You know what? There are other demigods and legacies of gods in camp. I could ask them. You two can talk," I awkwardly said. They glanced at each other, and Hazel looked ready to argue with me, but I sprinted out, the fresh air welcoming me.
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I did manage to find directions. They had lockers and closets for new and washed clothing and I picked something out so I wasn't stuck wearing my tattered and blood stained outfit. (How my pants and shirt was like that, I have no clue.)
Now, I was still wearing my red hoodie over my new Camp Jupiter purple T-shirt and a pair of new blue knee high jeans. I had long black socks and my combat boots, since I didn't want to throw out a pair of good boots. My hair was still wet and I put it up in a loose ponytail.
I didn't want to bother Hazel and Nico by looking for the arena. So I decided to ask for directions…again. I walked to a group of boys, who were talking and laughing. "Do you guys know where I can find the arena to practice?" They turned to me. One of them whistled. His hazel eyes sparkled with amusement. His black hair was in the typical Roman style and he was wearing the normal Camp attire and Adidas. An Imperial Gold sword hung at his side.
"Well, isn't someone looking beautiful? You must be Verity, the girl that fainted. I know I am swoon worthy." He laughed and his friends high fived him. I was tempted to break either my necklace or my bracelet but I wanted to give a good image. I held in my patience. "Yeah, I'm Verity. Can you show me where the arena is, uh, your name?"
He smirked. "Romulus Blake at your service." He rested his hand on my shoulder and I flinched. He took his finger to point. "The arena's over-"
Something-or someone- kicked Romulus's hand away from my shoulder and punched him. Only I knew it was Rex. Romulus's nose was bleeding, just a bit, and I loved my boyfriend right now. Who cares if he's a ghost, he can still defend me.
"Get her!" Romulus yelled. This would be so much more funner (I'm making up words just for the effect). The other five guys lunged at me, armed and in armor, and since I didn't want to kill them, I broke my bracelet. My staff elongated and they stopped, just for a second. I took that as my advantage and started hitting.
Growing out of their stupor, they came at me with their swords. I blocked and parried whatever got in my face and I felt Rex's presence behind me, literally taking my back.
Gymnast, Rex spoke. The code woke something in the back of my mind and I let my instincts do what they remembered. I leaped high, and Rex caught my staff. He whacked them with my staff. When my feet touched the ground, I started kicking them in the face and the five of them fell, hurt. Rex handed me my staff, and he left. I put it back on my hand, bracelet form. Even though he was gone, I managed to thank him. I flexed my muscles, trying to see if anything was broken.
My shoulder hurt like crazy and I glared at Romulus, who stared at me, and the guys on the floor.
"It's not that hard to tell someone directions. I'll ask again and I want a proper answer. Where is the arena?" Even though it must have hurt them, all six guys pointed to my left and I smiled. "That's all I needed." I started walking towards the arena, not caring a bit that I just made some powerful enemies
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