Oh yes, the double digits finally! :D XD

This chapter has to do with Jamie dying, it's hopefully going to be sad, and make Mino realize that she CANNOT kill Jamie. -.- Oh, and also, this is an alternative battle in the possible future of the RP, this battle probably won't happen, or at least at the same time in the same way.

Warning: For mature audiences. Simply put, maybe Cara won't like to read this. XD

~*~*~Chapter Ten, Theme Ten: Breathe Again~*~*~

A battle raged through the fog and misty rain. They were fighting for their camp, again, for the second time in only three years. This day was dreary, the weather brought by forces just as powerful, or even more powerful, than their parents. Up ahead, another fight ravished the sky. Glowing figures swooped in and out of the clouds, some sending lightning toward opponents, some dueling with fire, and others were hitting their adversaries with different various attacks.

Below these immortals, radiating with their own intense power, the terrible battle was continuing. Kids fell to the ground dead every few minutes. Bodies of the deceased littered the ground all over. Some of the only sounds - besides the sounds from the immortals locked in combat above them - were metal clanking against metal and the warriors' heavy breathing.

A girl standing near a tall, sky blue building had a smile on her face. She was goading on her opponent, trying to get him so irritated that she could over power him. A good strategy of hers. It normally work. But this boy was clever, calm, and devious.

The rain, that was increasing in intensity, pounded down onto their heads, their faces, their armor, their weapons. It wasn't going to stop until the battle was won, by someone good or bad. The winners would celebrate, but the war would still rage. Oh yes, the war would still rage. It was hardly over. In fact, it had just begun.

The girl laughed at her opponent, trying to get him red in the face, and found it surprising that he wasn't getting angry. She pestered him more, poking at him with her sword playfully and saying rude names, but he simply progressed with jabbing and slashing at her. The girl knit her eyebrows, the black and red streaks of her bangs plastered onto her forehead by the rain. They slashed and jabbed at each other for minutes more, putting up an agonizing fight.

"Jamie!" A boy a few feet away from the girl shouted, grinning at her encouragingly. "We're doing great!"

He looked like her, some would even say that they were twins, and they would always tell people so. The kids had the same father and were born on the same day, but to different mothers. Their eyes were always exactly the same color. Brown, but they changed shades by the 'twins'' moods, and their moods seemed mysteriously connected. Right now, their brown eyes were dark, furious.

Jamie nodded and grinned broadly at him while she brandished swords with her opponent. "You know it Toby!"

Toby grinned a little bit more and turned around to fight another enemy.

While Jamie was briefly distracted, her adversary took his chance to strike. He arched his sword high in the air, and brought it down on her shoulder. Jamie cried out and spun around to face him, but the boy slashed at her again, this time cutting a large incision in her stomach. Swinging her sword awkwardly, Jamie stepped toward the boy, willing her healing powers to work just enough so that she could finish him off, and then get out of the battle long enough to recieve help from one of her siblings.

But Jamie's nemesis had different plans. He lunged at her, and she, who was starting to get dizzy from losing blood so rapidly, stumbled back, almost dropping her sword. Jamie cursed herself quietly for her lack of concentration and groped around behind her back for her bow and quiver, her left arm getting weaker by the second because of the stab. She had to get out of this. She had to. And quick.

But no such luck. She'd have to stick with her sword, because the boy took another swing at her.

Jamie staggered backwards, nearly bumping into a few of her other enemies and friends. Her opponent followed her, his eyes sparking with a red, murdurous light. The teenage boy advanced on her, raising his sword high in the air, his aura seeming to get brighter, to glow, with the threat of killing. Here he was, so close to his first kill of a Greek demigod . . . sure, there had been a few Egyptians and Celtics, but feeling the blood of a Greek child on his hand, being able to finally get revenge on one of the nasty Greeks for locking his parents away, causing terrible destruction to the world, where there could have been harmony . . . would be a reward beyond the greatest recognition.

The boy brought down his sword and Jamie raised her's in defense. The two swords clashed together with the ringing sound of metal clanking against metal. Jamie wobbled on her feet, falling to the ground and then jumping to her feet again, but she was now more dizzy than ever. Jamie took up her fighting stand, though it was a weak attempt, and and her sword was shaking slightly in her hand.

The boy smirked. Stupid, weak little Greek girl. A daughter of the sun god, wasn't she? So easy to finish off, especially since she was without her bow and arrows, and the boy knew that Apollo was the Greek god of archery, too.

"What was your name again?" The boy cooed, the ghost of a cruel smile appearing on his pale face.

Instead of answering the question, which he so obviously knew the answer to and was just using to get a fuss out of her, Jamie took a swing at him. Amazingly, a deep and jagged red scratch appeared on the boy's cheek, running from his cheek to the near tip of his jaw.

The boy was stunned for a few moments. He reached up and touched the scar, a dazed look in his eyes. Then the boy's eyes turned electric, practically glowing the color of blood and sending off scarlet lightning bolts. He growled savagely and lunged at Jamie one more time. She screamed and put her sword out to defend herself, but the boy knocked it out of her hands with one quick slash. He knocked her on the temple with the blunt side of his sword, sending her falling to the ground.

Toby looked over at Jamie's scream. He gasped and started to run toward her. He tried to fight his way through the crowd of battling rivals, but it was fruitless.

The boy with the glowing red eyes raised his sword. Jamie's eyes widened, tears now pouring from them, mixing with the rain on her cheeks. The wounds on her shoulder and stomach were searing with pain. Along with these, her pulsing temple from his last blow, and the rain, Jamie was nearly blind.

As the boy's eyes livened yet again with viciousness, Jamie glared at him with her dark eyes. They were almost black now.

"You bastard, you-you'll g-go to the Fields of P-Punishment for th-this," she told him in a hoarse, quiet voice.

The boy simply smirked. "Not if we win."

Toby finally removed his bow and arrows from his back, not seeming to notice the fight that was taken place around him as he loaded the golden bow, a replica of his father's. He, Jamie, and the other Apollo kids fighting around them had agreed to use swords in the fight, because of the close proximity of their friends, unless the use of a bow became absolutely neccessary. And this was totally, completely, and absolutely neccessary. Toby was trying to save his 'twin's' life.

As the boy thrust his sword down towards Jamie, the world seemed to slow down for the three of them, Jamie, Toby, and the deadly boy. Jamie's 'twin' simply watched in horror as the horrifying unfolded before him.

Jamie dropped to the ground, lifeless, a sword in her head. Her blank eyes dimmed and started to grow cloudy, staring at a spot beyond her reach, like she had already been going to Heaven or Elysium or whatever before the sword had even punctured her head. Blood stained the grass around her from her many wounds, and had already spread to the rest of her shirt.

"NNNNOOOOOOO!" Toby screamed, and released a volley of arrows, straight for the boy that had killed his sister.

Before the boy had even turned around fully, three arrows had lodged themselves into his sides, and he too dropped to the ground, dead. Though there was no one around to care.

Now, the battle was done, won by the Greek gods, demigods, and their allies. The children of various Pantheons of gods hurried along the rows of dead bodies dim-heartedly, hoping that their friends were not among them, and even if they were, the kids checked pulses themselves just to make sure.

Sean O'Cathain was one of these people. Seth was fine. Lexie was okay. Kiera was healthy enough, mending on a mat outside of the Big House. But where was Toby? Where was Luna? And most importantly, where. Was. Jamie? Where was his freaking girlfriend?

Hundreds of terrible things ran through Sean's mind when he saw Toby, knealing amidst the lines of dead bodies, Luna, Toby's girlfriend, sitting beside him, with her arms wrapped gently around him and her head rested on his shoulder. They had both been crying. A lot, too. Their eyes were red and puffy, their bodies frail looking. Toby looked like he was going to shatter into a million tiny pieces at any second.

Sean's legs felt like lead as he walked over to them. He swallowed a large lump in his throat as he stepped up to them, bracing himself for the worst and trying to be ready for it, but in reality, not being able to handle it.

Jamie's body was lying there, her eyes now closed. She was pale and her shirt and pants were covered in blood. There were two large scars on her shoulder and stomach, and a sick, large slit in her heat, made from a sword that had since her death been removed. Lying beside her was her sword and her bow, arrows, and quiver. Toby was clutching Jamie's Camp bead-necklace to his chest.

Sean collapsed to the ground upon seeing Jamie's pallid, lifeless body. Immediately, loud, strangled sobs emitted from his throat, and tears sprung from his eyes. He looked at Jamie's deceased body one more time, almost like he wanted proof beyond the fact that she couldn't breath that she was dead. As if he could scream, 'breath again, breath again!', and she would miraculously sit up, start gasping for breath, and then fall into his arms, alive again and relieved to be so.

But of course, this didn't happen, and her body remained as lifeless as it had been. Sean put his head down and closed his eyes tightly.

Sure, they hadn't been together for very long, but he loved her, and he had loved her for almost two and a half years. They'd shared their first kiss by the lake just that summer, when he had told her that he loved her, and already he had lost her.

Bending over her body, he whispered sad things of thanks, greivings, and lovings to her. Thanks being for things like making him smile and laugh. Grievings related to just having gotten together were her, losing her after just a short amount of time. The words of loving were the most notable, short spits of things that he had never gotten around to telling her, like how he loved her hair and her ever-changing eyes and her songs and the many other wonderful things about her.

Sean gave her one final kiss, not even disturbed by the fact that she had been dead for hours. He thought of the things that she would never get to do, the things that they would never get to do together. She would never graduate high school, go to college, get her first job, become a famous musician . . . they would never be engaged, get married, have children, or raise their children in a well-off, quaint household somewhere in the Rockies.

The night went on and the lights around the Camp dimmer, but still Toby and Sean remained almost faithfully by Jamie's body. They didn't speak a word to each other, and frankly, no words needed to be said. They each felt the other's pain. Sean knew that Toby had been closer to Jamie, that they were considered 'twins', but he knew that there was a place in his soul that would never be filled again. No matter what girl he would meet, how amazing she'd be, he would never, ever, find a girl that he loved more than Jamie Pickett.

Though Luna was there to comfort Toby in a way that only a Romeo or Juliet can, and Sean was all alone on that cold, dreadful, long night, the things that the deceased can hear and see should be considered. Because if true love exists, within family or soulmates, then the good soul of a person should never really leave the ones that they care about, and should be there, to help their loved ones during their most desperate times of need.

Phew . . . that was hard to write.

Now see, Mino, you CANNOT kill Jamie. -_-

Next theme: Memory. I'll try to make it a really happy chapter, but, you know, if that doesn't work out . . . XD