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Jason

Darkness. A cold wind. Those were the first things he felt as Jason's eyelids fluttered open. His head felt like lead and hung limply from his neck. He couldn't see anything, and as he waved his hand in front of his eyes, he didn't even see anything through the inky blackness. The ebony, velvety surroundings were stuffy and as Jason shuffled about he found his hands to be tied up, along with his feet. He tried to call out, but felt a dry cloth bundled into his mouth to gag him. As he shuffled about, he discovered another body in the cell with him. He couldn't tell who's though.

The last thing Jason remembered was waiting in the infirmary. They had been waiting there, him and the rest of the seven, all of them except Piper and Annabeth. And then he had felt pain, and then it had been all darkness. And now he had woken up here. Wherever he was.

Panic rose in him. Jason decided to gather up the winds and find something useful, he was sure he could move that way. He tried to feel the presence of the air, but found nothing. Dark magic was surely at work here as Jason struggled to get any feeling of air at all as he tried to take control of it. It felt strange, unable to use his power. The feeling was suffocating, the darkness closing in on him. He leant down, and using his arms, unbound the gag, which was loose around his head. He spat the cloth out and breathed the dank, dusty air in. He continued to try and free himself from the ropes around his limbs, strongly tightened in knots. It was hard work, unable to see anything, groping his hands around, trying to feel the knots so he could untie them.

Half an hour later and Jason had made a lot more noise than progress. Finally he sat down, defeated, slouching against the wall. He felt movement besides him and realised the other person had woken up to. "Hello? Who are you?" he asked, looking into the darkness where he thought the person was. He got a series of mumbles as a reply. He hoped whoever it was was friendly. Maybe it was one of the seven. Leo, Percy, Frank and Hazel would've been captured with him. He remembered seeing them fall unconscious just before he himself had blacked out. Where were his friends? Suddenly a door at the far end of the cell swung open, on rusty hinges.

A man's voice called out, "Hello there, young demigods. I am Scylor, servant to darkness. If you are wondering, you are here to meet with death. You and your little friends. Savour you're precious few moments left." He hissed in happiness.

Jason remembered Scylor. Frank had told him about the serpentine man he had seen during his night-time raid of the enemy base. Was that where he was now? Jason strongly suspected it was. Defiant, Jason called out. "You think you can just kill us? You clearly haven't met us yet. Just try and kill me."

The man laughed, with an evil snigger (it sounded like a snake being stepped on), as if he had heard the funniest thing ever. "Me? I don't need to fight you. The master can handle you; don't worry. If you found out what awaitsss you, you would tremble in your ssshoes. Darknessss himself shall leech at your sssoul!" he cried, drawing out all his 's' sounds.

Jason realised that even if he tried to fight Scylor, he wouldn't be able to see him. And whatever monster waited for them, he did not sound pleasant. This was not going to end well. He heard a gasp from behind him, and heard Hazel's voice.

"What is this? Who are you talking about?" coughed Hazel.

"Ah Hazel Levesque, daughter of the underworld. Your domain is closest to my master's. It matters not. You still have no chance. I think I will leave you, and let you ponder your death." The man/serpent slammed the door behind him.

"Hazel?" Jason muttered, defeated.

"Jason, we are in serious danger. I know of whom that man was talking about. I won't say his name, that's dangerous, names are powerful. But trust me, we need to get out of here!" Jason could hear the desperate tone in Hazel's voice. "I heard tales of him, especially when I was in the underworld. He's the reason we can't see anything and why all our magic is drained. We need to get out of this darkness. It should be possible, as he's not here. You have to imagine the light, a doorway out of the darkness. Your imagination illuminates the darkness, you see? It will show us where the door is. But the being that awaits… he's very powerful. Almost as much as Gaia."

Silence descended on them. Jason concentrated hard, trying to imagine the light, trying hard to break the darkness and see. Part of him thought that was ridiculous- you can't see through darkness just by wanting it. But this wasn't just darkness- this was a monster. And using his strength, he could overcome this monster. Suddenly a brown door appeared in front of Jason, about 3 metres away from him. It looked like a front door of a cosy home, back from New York or Boston, not a door to an evil god's lair. He got to his feet uneasily and blindly walked towards the door. While the door was illuminated, the passage to it was not. He felt rope coiled beneath his feet, and tripped falling to the ground.

"You okay?" Hazel quizzed.

"Yes, need to be more careful I suppose. Don't worry," Jason replied. Finally he reached the door and pushed hard, and as the door opened light exploded into his eyes. He immediately closed them, spots appearing everywhere. He opened them slightly and winced as the light ripped through his iris. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light, and although he was squinting he could make out a grimy corridor. He started to walk quietly through the passage, Hazel right behind him. They came to another door, and heard a lot of people shouting and talking. There was definitely light in there though.

"He isn't there." Hazel pointed at the door. "We'll storm the room, find out where we are. Hopefully all the inhabitants of this place are in there at the moment, that way we can destroy them all at once and find the others," whispered Hazel.

"But where are the others?" He almost shouted, before recovering to a whisper. Hazel shrugged, and continued towards the door.

"We'll find them." She looked at the door. "I open, you fly." Hazel opened the door.

Jason flew into a colossal room with a table in the centre. Engraved into the walls were markings, showcasing an exquisitely detailed story, of Greek tragedies and heroes, of the history of the world.

The room was full of evilm looking women, vampie fangs, pale skin and glowing red eyes.

Suddenly someone or something screamed, and everyone turned round to watch Jason turn the nearest vampire woman to ash. Hazel sprinted into the room, sword at the ready. A woman with jet-black hair turned towards Jason, and as he attempted to slash her head off he felt darkness hit his head hard and he fell to the ground, grunting as he hit the marble floor.

Another woman ran towards Hazel, hollering, "I, Alastor, Spirit of vengeance will continue my feud with you and your kind!"

Hazel slashed at her, and was surprised to have to duck as she watched her own sword attack herself instead. Jason got up and carefully approached the table, a gaggle of vampire-looking women hissing at him. In a flash of darkness, evidently caused by those same women, the vampires were upon him. Jason ducked and lunged and rolled. The woman with raven hair stood at the back laughing. Then, as an ebony veil shrouded them, subduing the world to a jet-black velvet pall, she stopped, eyes glazing over.

"Five shall go,

Two will spill,

For heaven forbids,

All to end,

With one single death."

Jason froze. That was the oracle, he was sure. Another prophecy. He remembered these monsters, vague tales at camp Jupiter. They had a sense of the future. Not to mention slight power of darkness, and the fact they were deadly. They were in a terrible position. It would be very difficult for Jason and Hazel o fight their way out of this one.

"Haha, you thought that you could really escape? Darkness will engulf you all, render you powerless, you useless demigods!" A small light penetrated the thick curtains at the far end of the room.

"No," Jason suggested, trying to sound casual, "we know we can." Jason delivered the crazy line into total darkness as if he was suggesting he should see a friend.

A shriek pierced the thread of silence, "NEVER!" she screeched, Jason recognised that to be Alastor, the Spirit of Vengeance.

Scylor who was watching from the back of the room, angry, pulled a long silver spearing looking sword, and ran up and attacked Jason. While Jason raised his sword, he realised the whole room had silver weapons. Jason, with enough light to spot Scylor's willowy, tall figure, about six feet into the air, ran, jumped, and, lifted by the wind, kicked him in the face, dodging the sword. His foot made contact his head. Jason swiped his sword, wounding Scylor as he collapsed with a hiss. Jason crashed into the concrete wall. Pain shot through his body, and he felt to the ground hard. Jason lost consciousness.

Jason woke up minutes later, head dizzy, legs and arms in pain. Through blurry eyes he noticed the absence of darkness, and spectated the rather short battle of Hazel killing off numerous vampire lady creatures. He forced himself to sit up, battling the intense shouts of discomfort from his body. Drawing his sword, he realised many of the enemies were attacking the air. Hazel must be manipulating the mist he thought. He ran into battle, wobbling as he stumbled towards the oracle lady. Her shoulders were wide and square, her facial expression set and grim. In her hand she wielded an enormous silver axe, as thick as a tree trunk. She charged at Jason, sprinting with inhumane speed.

Jason dived into his back and rolled out he way, immediately raising himself high into the air for an aerial attack. He heard Hazel whistle and knew that Arion would burst through the door in seconds. He pulled back his sword and hurtled down towards the woman, with thick, black, braided hair. He watched, astounded, as she hurled her body up, and met him in midair. She was definitely not human. As his sword met her axe, Jason felt an unbelievable amount of strength behind her blow and his sword flew out of his hand. He darted away from the woman, and punched the back of her head, as she fell back to the ground.

The woman didn't even think twice about the punch, and twisted round, rocketing towards Jason. Jason didn't think, he smashed a gust of wind into her gut, making her double over. Then, summoning deep reserves of energy from inside him, he prayed to his father as he attempted to harness the sky's power. As the lady woman, who Jason figured was a Titan (there was no other explanation for her immense power), recovered from the powerful blow, a bolt of lightning splintered down from above and, left the Titan lady as a cloud of ash. However Jason knew that this was not the master Scylor had referred to. He could still feel the power of the darkness, lingering over him, waiting for a fight.

Suddenly as Jason fell to the ground, giddy from exhaustion, Hazel yelped in pain. Arion stormed into the room, to kick down a vampire lady, who had bitten Hazel. Jason struggled to his feet and offered her some ambrosia, before five more vampire ladies descended upon them. Jason gulped some nectar himself, his eyes and head clearing, and for the first time in ages, he felt alive.

As he got his first true glimpse of the room, he noticed Scylor lying on the floor. Around him was a circle of dangerous looking men, with glints in their eyes. Jason remembered them from the mountain near Aeolus' palace. Lycanthrope. Werewolf people he thought. One of them growled menacingly at him. Jason remembered they could only be destroyed from silver. That must have been why all the monsters had carried silver weapons, to keep the Lycanthrope from going out of control. Jason picked up a silver sword cluttered near the ashes of a monster, as he dashed towards the circle. Surrounded by ash, he fought the leader, who used fangs like a sword, chewing on Jason's hilt. Jason stabbed right at its heart, and speared it like a skewer. He swirled his sword round, decapitating another two. Three more leapt towards him, and he turned one to ash, jabbed one other. Out of nowhere, Jason felt something smash into him. He screamed in terror as blood seeped onto his arm from a gaping wound. Just then Hazel, on Arion, rode over and stabbed the final werewolf, in their dance of death with the horrific creature.

Alastor, the despicable, spirit of Vengeance, let out a blood-curdling war cry as she charged at Jason. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he gathered up the winds, and concentrated it to a torrent of air, lashing out at her. As she was launched in the opposite direction, as was Jason. Recovering from the shock of the push, Jason floated midair and flew straight back at her, realising that he could use the winds to his advantage. He used them again to press her against the wall, seven foot above the floor. Pinned down, he looked at her in disgust. Using the lance that Scylor had carried, he launched it at her. She turned to a cloud of ash.

As he turned round, he only saw himself, Arion and Hazel, enveloped by a cloud of smoke. In the distance he heard the shouts of Leo, Frank and Percy. Hope filtered through him, as he made his way to his friends. As they turned to leave the door opened without them touching it. Darkness fell.

"Stop." The voice was low and rumbling, coming from the darkness itself. A tangible inky shroud engulfed Jason and Hazel. Jason could just about the see the darkness coming together, forming the shape of a vaguely humanoid figure. "You have done well to get this far, puny demigods. But I am Erebus." Hazel gasped, and Jason felt a wave of horror and shock wash over him. He knew that name. It was the name of the god of darkness, a creature almost as old as Gaia, one of the primordial forces of the universe. "You cannot defeat me. Now, you must die."

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