It felt like we had been walking in that cave for weeks, despite the fact it had been two days. the path winded up and down and from side to side. All we had to keep us going was a torch to guide the way and the scythe to remember our purpose. That was it. We had no food and almost no water, but we just kept going, as if some supernatural force was watching over us. However, I did not sense my father's presence, he had more urgent matters on his mind, like defending Olympus.
Yeah, my mind was becoming stronger now. Each step took me closer to him, making it easier to read his mind, and the ones around him. There were many minds, I sensed fear and anxiety. I was starting to think that the people on the surface were not faring much better than we were.
I was expecting the tunnel to be cramped and lightless, but instead, the roof extended many storeys and aa mysterious light shone from above, like small artificial suns. They revealed that the cave was more than a hole in the ground. It looked like an ancient temple. There were carvings on the left side. They told a remarkable story.
The first image was a dark blank cloud made dark from the granite that was outlined in the pale stone. A you walked on. There appeared a woman in green, followed by many others. The story stretched all the way through the tunnel. They told the story of the gods and how cronus grew to power, then zeus. They then began to show the stories of the mortal kind. It showed the story of many greek, eygyptian, and even far eastern heroes. It appeared to be the history of the mortals. I came across the stopry of my ancestor Jason. It was a depiction of him at the bow of the argo, with the argonaughts at his back. It showed the many faces of his enemies, of whom he faced with his sword drawn. There were many recognisable faces, but the one that was the most chilling was the pale face of a blonde woman with glowing green eyes. Yes, the emeralds that were her eyes glowed. But beyond the foes, there was a golden fleece. Jason faced dangers beyond imagination, yet he overcame them and got that fleece. It was funny. I have a similar fate to his, except the whole world was on the line, not one kingdom. I came back to reality and remembered my task. I looked to ashlynn, who was staring mesmerized at the glowing emeralds.
"Ashlynn." I said. She seemed to not be hearing me. I grabbed her arm to get her attention. The second I touched her arm, a vision came to me. The glowing green eyes of medea. They stared down right into my soul and I felt as if all warmth was drained from me. The vision disapparated before my eyes, and I saw Ashlynn. She was loooking at me curiously and it made me uneasy.
"What is it?" She asked. Her eyes were almost as sharp as the ones from the vision.
"Uh, we should keep moving." I said, avoiding to mention the vision.
Over the seemingly eternity of tunnel, we followed the story, assuming that whoever had made this were greeks. But when we came to the end of the greek era, when we came across something we did not expect. Even though what we assumed would be the end of the carvings, it kept going into the romans. We kept following it, realizing the carvings may not have been greek after all, but that couldn't be possible. On every ceiling, there was an image of the gods watching over the carvings of the past. We expected it to end, but i just kept going through the millenia and kept going. My heart skipped a beat when I came across one illiustration; It was an image of a brown land, covered in craters and trenches, and there were bodies scattered everywhere. Above, you could see the gods quarreling amongst one another. Thiswas an illustration of the great war all those years ago. It was enough to scare you, and depress you. As we kept walking it showed the second, cold, and iraq wars. There were depictions of skyscrapers and planes. Then, as if it were suddenly back in greek times, there were seven heroes, their descendants looking down on them as they fought a man with a black tus, crooked smile and a golden scythe. This was the image of my parents fighting cronus.
We could start to see a dim light in the distance. As we approached, we saw that the tunnel had ended and was mostly walled off expect for a small doorway the size of a small archway, leading to the light outside of the tunnel. We had made it. We had made it to the forge of olympus. A place forgotten my mortal and god alike.
Before we went through the doorway, something had caught my eye. Beside the doorway, there was a carving of a person. As I approached, I saw that It consisted of two main drawings. One was above the other. It showed a flood of darkness pouring over a white stone fortress. As I lay a finger on the picture, images of a ferocious battle came to me. The gods, the last of the seven were fighting hordes of twisted beings. I saw many dead, I saw the body of Odie. Despair came across me and I exited the vision at that second, breathing heavily.
"No..." I spoke quietly. "Please no."
It was hopeless. I knew it was true. Odie was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it.