Ring a ding ding! Congrats You are reading... THE THIRTIETH CHAPTER! Yay, woo-hoo! Can't belive this story's almost over. I've been working on this thing for months. Oh, and this might shock you, but, I DON'T OWN PJO!


Anna's Pov

We split into two teams when we left the basement. Me and Nico in one team, and everybody else in the other.

"Why don't we just leave?" Nico grumbled as we snuck throughout the building.

"Cause the quest isn't over yet!" I hissed as we entered an office room thing, holding up a plastic baggie.

It had all of the rings inside it, courage, kindness, talent, beauty, happiness, and voice.

"We have to find Boreas's spear, and restore Lamia to her original form. And right now, I'm hoping that if we do the latter, we can accomplish the first."

"Anna, I don't think any amount of jewelry will-" I bopped him on the head. "Ow!"

"Nico! Don't be stupid! This is Lamia's soul." I began to tuck the baggie back into my backpack.

"Is it now?" Came a new voice.

A guy with a trench coat and a full face mask walked in.

"Oh no! It's DEATHSTROKE THE TERMINATOR/SLADE WILSON!" I screamed.

They both looked at me.

"Sorry, maybe I do watch too many cartoons." I grinned sheepishly, then readied my bow. "Who are you really?"

"My name is none of your concern. But I'm going to need to take these." He snatched the bag. "M'lady will be so happy to have these. Hehehe."

"Great." I lowered my bow.

"What?"

"You are making my life a lot easier. Just, um, Nico, go with him."

"What? No way!" Nico looked offended. Wimp. "Why just me? You should at least come with!"

I tried not to flinch. I've... never seen Lamia in person. Just in my dreams. But, this is the monster that murdered my mother.

"I can't." I looked him in the eye.


Nico's Pov

She looked.. scared. Just like on the school bus. Only this time, she wasn't afraid of me.

"I just can't. It's just, Nico, I'm sorry, but, I can't go."

I didn't respond. I grabbed her hand and pulled her along with me. The guy began leading the way.

"You're coming."

I tried to ignore her expression, it was sort of a mix of terror and outrage.

"Lady Lamia. I brought you a present." He called when we entered one room.

"What is it you imbecile?" Came a scratching voice from the other end of the room.

"Oh, just a little thing I like to call, THE REST OF YOUR SOUL!" He seemed pumped

"WHAT!" The monster came into view, licking her jaws.

Anna cowered behind me, trembling.

"I don't know how my lady, but the children seem to have parted with your soul!" He held up the bag with the rings for her to see.

"Give me that!" She snatched it from his hand.

Lamia opened the bag and emptied it onto her scaly, clawed, hand. Her yellow snake eyes widened as she read the now inscriptions on the side.

"Epistrépsei se ména polýtimi̱ psychí̱ mou, na apokatastí̱sei ti̱n kardiá mou, mou kánei téras den ypervaínei!" She poured out in her raspy voice, not seeming to be able to control her own fanged mouth.

She was instantly showered in a golden light, and by instinct, I looked away.


Anna's Pov

I peeked out from behind Nico when the light had finally faded away, and I got a huge shock.

A beautiful woman stood there on a pile of scales, staring at her hands. She had long black hair, cascading down her back like a curly waterfall. Her eyes an orange color, and her skin was a perfect tan. She felt her face, pulling on her cheeks as if to make sure they were real.

"It... worked." She had a pleasant voice, sort of like a cool breeze. "I'm not a monster anymore."


Yay, Lamia has been restored. Let's have a party. Review.