A/N: So I haven't written in a while. Don't hate me please. And I also just realized my word is permanently on double-spaced. Which is nice because I have to do all my papers that way. That saves like…five seconds. HA! Well enjoy.
Ancient Greece was actually a very nice place. The sun was warm and the meadow surrounding the Olympus Coliseum was grassy and beautiful. A few trees shaded the tall flowing grass and I thought I could hear a whisper rustling the leaves. Hades pushed open the door to the Coliseum and almost immediately I could hear the sounds of battle coming through the small room leading to the ring.
"You'll be waiting until my tournament to fight," Hades explained, as I looked around at all the different warriors. "But you'll use Phil's practice course, he won't object and Wonder Breath is off at Olympus."
"Wonder Breath?" I asked. I winced slightly when I stepped on a pebble oddly. Hades looked down at me and sighed.
"Herc the Jerk, Hero to all, Hercules," He threw out examples, "What are we going to do about your ankle?" I shrugged and so did he. We made our way into the small room connecting the entrance to the fighting ring. "When we entered the room there was a tall man with spiky blond hair leaning up against the wall. His face was almost covered by a red cloth that stuck out of the top of armor. He looked up when we entered.
"It's about time Hades," He said, his voice deep and depressive. "Hercules just left for Olympus, disqualifying himself for this tournament."
"Wonder Breath can't escape his doom much longer, neither can that twerp and his friends," Hades growled, his blueness was turning a slight purple, with what I assumed to be red anger. "We'll just have to wait until the Pegasus Cup then." The man's eyes flickered to me.
"Who is that?"
"THAT?" I asked, glaring at him. "I am a person, not a thing." He smirked.
"I apologize."
"That's Maleficent's new weapon I suppose," Hades said, I looked up and glared at him, "I'm going to put her through Phil's cup to see what she's made of." He nodded. I punched Hades arm rather hard, making him rub it. I stepped forward and extended my hand to him.
"I'm Rachel," I said. His lips twitched into a smile.
"Cloud."
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Phil, a very small goat man, wasn't very happy about Hades putting me in the tournament. According to him "Four words for ya, he's no good!" I just shrugged it off. I had no intention of being locked up in that disgusting underworld for an undetermined amount of time until Hades got sick of torturing me and released me. And the offer Maleficent made. The thought of agreeing to her demands was pushing at the edge of my mind. I wanted that power.
"ROUND ONE!" Phil yelled. I was facing four power wild and three soldier heartless. I easily sliced through them. I was getting used to the pain in my ankle and it barely bothered me anymore. Round two commenced with me fighting several smaller heartless. I destroyed each round of heartless easily. Near round seven though, with two large bodies and several green requiems I started to have trouble dodging their huge bodies, my ankle kept twisting wrong and a spasm would run up my leg. I grit my teeth and thought 'why the hell not?' I felt a new wave of power surge through my veins and suddenly the fat bodies were sent reeling backwards. They flew into each other, both soft spots were exposed and they blew up. I stared in amazement.
"Way to blow!" Hades called. I think it was a compliment. So I fought my way through the rest of the tournament.