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Jay:

I was up all night, waiting for those two to return. As the others slept I strolled my courtyard and reminisenced. memories flooded back that had been left unswept in the corner of my thoughts. Good and bad ones, and ones that didn't provide emotion, just more thoughts. I remembered the team, how strong we became within a mere two days. we developed and changed faster than any normal teenager. Who these days were changing by the hour. Despite the troubles and stresses, they were the best days of my life. We had the weight of the world on our shoulders, but we still went to parties, took a few risks, got grounded by the goddess of war herself. I remember when Odie made that invention that shot red hair dye at Neil. Athena only cared because it was a school night.

Then I remembered Cronus. That crazy look in his eye, his intimidating presence, the scar on his cheek which he had received from my xephos. Becoming a god has made me learn many things about the bodies of the immortals. Such wounds only appear when they are of emotional importance. You learn something new everyday.

Archie and Atlanta were back. I rushed silently to the gates of Olympus and let them in, closing and locking the doors behind them. We sneaked back to my quarters before we said anything.

"So, did you reach them?" I asked.

"Well... sort of." Atlanta replied. I raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"What do you mean "Sort of"? "

"What Atlanta is trying to say is," said Archie, who was still catching his breath, "there were no phones in the town. There was just an old radio in the town hall. We sent a message with morse code, but I'm not sure if it will get through." The old man was showing his age. His declining in hair was showing and where there was once an unmistakable purple, there was bald skin. Neither of those two would have been so tired thirty years ago. It hurt to see the decay of old age in them.

I sighed,"It has to get through. Its just HAS to." I gave the odd couple a look, fatigue was overcoming them. "Come on, get some sleep." I led them into the villa that would provide protection for a few days. Every day, darkness and Hades were coming closer. And when they did, it was going to be more hellish than any battle me, the team, or even Zeus will have ever faced. The fate of everything, was out there somewhere. I the hands of the one thing I desired more than anything to not be involved in this. Herry was out there, inching closer to me did the shadow that followed him.

Herry

The rain ridden island was long in my past. Ashlynn with it. I had been traveling for day and night, and day and night. Nothing but a few granola bars to eat and a water bottle for supplements. Then again, Sandy was doing all the work. She had travelled over the Celtic sea, over the larger than it looks country of France, and now we were among the great Alps, somewhere over Switzerland. Italy was anothers days journey, but both me and sandy needed to rest. The descent began slowly untill we were flying between the mighty peaks. The clouds began to render our vision. The wind felt like a breeze after being at such a high altitude for so long.

Thats when I heard it. A whistling sound. It became louder, and louder, and suddenly something jerked sandy to the right. The griffin shrieked in pain and began to descend much faster. She was crashing to the ground. I panicked. Sandy wake up, wake up! I yelled into her head, she didn't reply. We were accelerating to the ground at such an insane speed, I knew that if we hit the ground at this speed, we'd both be ground meat for lunch. In desperacy, I grabbed the limp head of the griffin and yanked it up ward. We managed to get horizontal, but we were still plummeting to our deaths. When the clouds cleared, I saw that we were heading face forward into a mountain side. Great. the one thing i forgot to pack was a parachute. I yanked on Sandy leaning her right of the cliffside and into a massive snowbank several feet deep. I wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. The griffin touched down on the pile of snow and began tumbling though it. Plowing through the sea of solid water. I grabbed onto her back as she rolled over and over and over and over. I threw up from being rolled so many times. Eventually, she began to slow down and after travelling several hundred metres, the broken body grinded to a halt. I was let go of the beast. Blacking out into a face of snow.

When I came into conciousness, a blizzard had blown in and i shot up at an instant. The motionless bird lay beside me. There were clear grip marks on her side. Obviously where I had been. had I been on her back, i would have been dead. Luck and my super grip had saved my life. But luck didn't spare Sally. I fell to my knees, placing my hand on her rib cage. Every bone in her body was broken. Here eyes, were shut tight. I breathed heavily, holding back tears. Eventually, I collapsed into tears. weeping at the knees of the deceased griffon. but something caught my eye. Upon her chest, broken, but visible, was an arrowhead. I pulled it out. It was what had made the whistling noise. Someone had tried to kill me. They had almost succeeded too. My sadness turned to anger and I grinded up the arrow into many tiny pieces in my hand. There was no other way to let it out, so I screamed at the top of my lungs. Fueled by anger and hatred, I made sure that whoever fired that arrow would feel chills up their spine for hearing it.

After tantrumming for a minute, the cold began to get to me. I hadn't planned on getting stuck in a blizzard and I began to shiver. I needed to find a shelter and let the storm pass, but theweather was too dangerous to wander out and get lost. There was only one shelter in sight: Sandy. I searched desperately for another option, but I found none. I searched my backpack for a blade to slice open the belly. All I had was the scythe. at least i still had that thing. I reluctantly sliced open the belly of the bead griffon. It smelt like someone had anal with a person with diarreah. No, worse. But it was still warm. that was what I needed. Heat. With some self persuasion, I tried to get inside the wet, warm corpse of Sandy. ridiculously unpleseant, but it would do until the storm passed.

Aint that pretty? Sorry its been so long without an update, Ive been really busy. anyways, REVIEW!

-AngryOlympian