I was dragged down a hallway, struggling and cursing. "Let me go!" I shouted to the ugly guards.
"Sorry, no can do, boy," they said, snickering. I was brought to the room where the sarcophagus was set. They forced me to kneel, keeping a painful hold on my neck as they chanted some stuff in ancient Greek about resurrecting the lord.
"Help!" I shouted. "Percy! Annabeth! Help me!"
The coffin glowed and the chanting halted. "No one is going to help you, half-blood," came a chilling voice. I had only heard it in dreams that I had long ago, but I knew it all too well.
"NO!" I yelled to the guards. "Please, no! Don't!"
"Stop struggling half-blood," came the chilling voice. It sounded completely calm. "It will all be over when I have those gods safely locked away."
"Help," I screamed again. "Father! Help me!"
"Your father cannot help you," said the voice. "It's no use, begging to those gods for help." He spat out the word "gods," and it stung me like acid.
"Please father! Please, I'm sorry!"
"My, my," said the voice, disappointed. "You were such a good little follower. What happened?"
I hung my head. What had happened? What did make me change?
Yes, whispered the voice into my mind. How did it happen? Tell me.
A tear spilled from my eye, and it sat there next to the sarcophagus. "Thalia," I whispered, lifting my head. I saw my reflection in the side of the golden box.
What? Demanded the voice.
"The fall," I said. "The fall showed me what was right and what was wrong. And it showed me what was EVIL!" I struggled against the guards again, failing to free myself.
"Stop it, you idiotic boy," said one of the guards, tightening his grip on the back of my neck.
Yes, purred the voice. It's time.
The sarcophagus's light grew brighter. I would've looked away because it was hurting my eyes, but the grip on my neck was too strong. "Let me go!" I shouted again.
The room began to tremble as a trail of light curled upwards like smoke. Slowly, it approached me. I screamed. "NO! FATHER, HELP ME!"
The light got closer to my face and I couldn't see it anymore. I tried to cry again. I tried to shed tears, but instead, light poured from my light. It was hot, burning, evil light.
I called the only name I could think of. The only name that I grasped. I called out to the only person I wanted to see. "THALIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I tried to call out again, but I found that I couldn't. My arms held up above my head, signaling the guards to let go. I felt their grasps loosen, and told my legs to bolt, but they didn't run. Instead, I slowly rose to my feet.
I wanted to turn and go out the door, but I didn't do that either. My legs walked themselves to a shield hanging on the wall, where I could see my reflection.
Peering into the metal made me wanted to scream in terror. I was smiling triumphantly, a dimple appearing on my right cheek, but that wasn't what scared me. It was my eyes. They were no longer a calf-brown, but gold. And not just the irises, I mean, the whole eye socket was filled up with gold.
"Excellent," said my raspy voice. The face was looking really please for another second and a half, but didn't stay like that. The legs gave out, and my hand shot upward to my chest. I no longer felt a beating heart. I didn't even feel my body.
My head looked down, which is what I would've done anyway. There was a whole in the center of my chest where my heart should be.
The two guards quickly caught him… er me, I guess. "Master, you are still two weak."
My body snarled. "All it will take is one more half-blood. One more to join our cause."
"We'll find one, master."
My head nodded. "Take me to the sarcophagus, where I may rest."
My body was carried to the sarcophagus and lowered onto the soft inside. As the lid slip over me, cutting out the light, my eyes slid closed and I could no longer see.
"Why do this to me?" I asked inside, though it did not escape my lips.
Because, a raspy voice responded in my head. You are a strong, worthy follower. You were the one who started my cause. You're the one who wanted Olympus torn down first. None of this would be possible without you.
"No!" I screamed, but my body still said nothing. "No… I mean… I didn't. How… How could I?"
Deny it as you like, half-blood, taunted the voice. You started this. You're going to be responsible for your father's death.
I didn't respond. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I just lay still, pretending that I had complete control over my body, but I knew that I didn't. If I did, my body would've been crying.
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