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Herry:

I stood before the entrance to the forge of olympus, ready to end this once and for all. My heart was racing faster than ever before. I was scared. I didn't know what the future would hold. I looked to me left, ashlynn smiled and nodded to me. I smiled, then noticed something on the wall behind her. It was a carving, which was just a blank spot before. It was in the very corner, under the picture from which I saw the battle above. It was of a redheaded man, with blue green eyes, bearing the same weapon seen earlier; the scythe. It was me.

"Herry," warned Ashlynn, "we haven't much time."

I ignored her, there was a strange figure behind my figure. At the ends, the hair was res, but blended into beach blonde and the character pore a twisted knife. My mind became fuzzy as I looked at the face, focusing, I saw green, glowing eyes.

My eyes widened, my mind suddenly became so crystal clear. Floods of thoughts, and emotions came to my mind. The green eyes were there again. And I heard a distinct scream. It was Ashlynns. I came out of the vision. It could only mean one thing. I turned to Ashlynn as fast as I could. Sure enough. A faint glow was growing in her eyes, her facial structures shifted, and the air faded from red to blonde from the roots to the ends. By the end of the transformation, the eyes were as luminous as the sun, and an evil smile stretched across Medea's face.

"No, it can't be.." I found myself shaking, short on breath. Medea cackled evilly.

"Haha, I cannot beleive my clouding enchantment work. Not even your pathetic mortal mind could penetrate my disguise." Her eyes gave me an chilling, seductive look. As I drew the Scythe, my only form of defence, she used a blast of force to disarm me.

"Do you really think that your girlfriend could really get to Rome from Ireland without some sort of magic? Mind you, she did try."

"What have you done to her?" I yelled at her. She laughed some more.

"She was so desperate to reach you. She most likely would have reached you if my warriors didn't ambush her first. The same ones you fought off in the train."

"You're lying." I looked at her sternly. I desperate for her to be.

"Really? I have proof. You're familiar with this.. err, contraption?" She tossed me what looked like the handle of a pistol, with three prongs on the end. It was Archie's Hephaestus whip. I remembered seeing it in her backpack one time.

I couldn't believe it . She really was dead. My heart fell full of despair, and all I wanted to do was break down and cry and scream and yell. I loved her, and I left her because I did, she died because of my love for her. And who I kissed was just this slimy imitator.

Once again, my despair turned to hatred, this time on the person who really deserved it. Medea elegantly lifted the scythe from the ground and placed it in her hand. The second she touched it, the sound of sharp steel slicing on an icy surface echoed through the halls. She inhaled deeply.

"Oh that power feels good."

"So, what now?" I demanded. "You're just going to let Satan claim the scythe and control the world for all eternity? The blonde woman frowned at me.

"You really think that I would sneak into the underworld, free my warriors, follow you through the underworld, try to kill you on several occasions, and come this far for a slimy little worm who's scared of what lies outside his cave? No. With this weapon, I am more powerful than the gods, they will obey me; at least if there are any left. Those fools never cease to fight amongst themselves, do they. It is time for a new player on the field; me."

"Your time has come and gone Medea." I interrupted.

"And what are you going to do now? A mere mortal against the powers of a witch, who had finally regained all of her great strength, ready to thrust my foes beneath me."

"You really have quite the ego."

"And rightfully so. You're looking at the new queen of the world."

I stopped to look around. Medea was having her fun, doing as evil villains do, bragging about her plans. I surveyed the area. There was nothing I could use, around me. I then looked down to my hands. I was holding the Hephaestus whip. I remembered seeing Archie use it in the graveyard, and a different one in the vision of the battle. I gripped it firmly around my hand. I knew what I had to do.

"And so, now there will be nothing, and no one to stop me."Medea concluded.

I smiled a crooked smile, "You appear to have overlooked something."

She stared at me in confusion, "What."

I simply answered; "Me."