Dracula's PoV
"...In a secret cavern underneath an ancient temple." He whispered, before laughing maniacally.
"Because that really narrows it down." Said Medusa from inside her cell.
"Well, well, well. She speaks!" Said Phorcys.
"You know very well I can speak, father," She said with disgust. "Now why don't you tell us where exactly we are?"
"Because where would the fun in that be?" He laughed at her.
"Aww." Her voice changed from icy, angry...murderous, to light a fluffy that reminded me of Laura.
Phorcys turned around and walked over to her.
"I was going to tell you that they planned to break out, and how, exactly, they planned to do it, but I suppose I can't now, can I?" She said to her father.
"Hmm…" Phorcys thought. "Nah. I think I'll just lock you little slut," Medusa flinched. "In with the rest of your friends."
He unlocked her cage, and I finally got a good look at her. Her hair was actual hair. It was a blonde-brown colour, which is rare for Greeks, and her skin was perfectly tanned, as opposed to the usually sickly glow it had.
But her eyes. They looked like dark green emeralds, and I couldn't look away.
I heard the lock clank open and I tore my gaze away from Medusa as she was thrown into our cell.
I grabbed her arm and was surprised at how strong they were.
I looked at her in the eye and saw that she didn't want to talk about anything or to anyone.
She tore her arm out of my grip and stalked to the back of the cell, where she curled her legs into her chest and...didn't cry?
Frankie's PoV
Everyone was sitting in the cell, cold, hungry and three days uncharged, when a giant figure steps up to the cell's entrance.
A sharp intake of breath comes from behind me, and I can't tell if it was Medusa or Deuce.
Medusa suddenly rises and goes up to the door. "What do you want?" She wondered in a steady voice that scared me.
There was no reply.
Instead, I saw a glint of gold on a shoulder and immediately thought it was armour. What else would it be?
Suddenly, he punches through the metal bars as if they are nothing more than sand.
Medusa steps out of the large hole made and says in a harsh voice, "You better not be playing us Chrys."
I notice that he isn't just wearing golden armour, but his skin was golden.
"Why would I do that?" He asked, the hint of a smile in his voice.
Medusa turned around and glared at him.
He put his hands up in mock surrender and motioned for the rest of us to squeeze through the how.
We sprint down the hallway after the golden man, but are suddenly stopped.
Standing before us is Phorcys, his grey, disheveled hair and murky blue eyes glaring back at us.
Phorcys laughs, a cruel, evil laugh, telling us that we are foolish and ignorant. He turns to Chrysaor and says in a happy yet villainous voice, "Well done, my boy, You most certainly are my favorite grandchild" and laughs once more at our stupidity.
Trembling in fear, I see Deuce look at the wall and notice a spear.
In a fit of rage, he rips it off the wall and throws it with deadly accuracy. Phorcys, however, expected it and stepped out of the way and was instead slightly injured on his leg.
I felt bile rising into my throat as I expected hot, sticky, red blood to come gushing out of his leg. Instead, a glistening gold goo oozes out.
Phorcys lets out a short laugh that sent shocks down my back.
No PoV
Phorcys, pretty much being the god of all deadly aquatic animals, raised his arms and yells, "Εγώ είμαι ο Θεός σας . Υπακούσουν τις εντολές μου. Έχω καλέσει να καταστρέψει το εγγόνι μου και τους φίλους του!"
A large ocean animal, that no one in the group could identify, appeared out of nowhere, headed towards the group...
3rd Person - Deuce's PoV
The beast...Its large teeth bared, each the size of Draculaura. Cowering in the corner, the group huddled together.
Deuce closed his eyes, not wanting to see death take him away. Not wanting to see his loved ones die. He didn't want to witness it, even if it was only for a short period of time.
The ground shook as the deathly animal plunged to the ground. The group watched as Phorcys fell down unconscience directly after. Medusa's eyes widened in shock. Clawdeen put a paw over her mouth. Everyone was awaiting him to get up. To yell. To curse. To kill them all. But nothing like that came. Instead, it was something completely different.
Booming laughter. It rattlesmd through the walls. The group watched, astounded, as Chrysaor gave a great laugh. "Oh...oh, I got you good!" He said, wiping a tear from his eye. "You were all like, AH! And it was all like, GRR! And you-" His words were cut off by laughter. "You should've seen the looks on your faces!" Chrysaor punched Deuce's arm a little too roughy. The gorgon fell to the concrete floor, his side bruising as well as his bicep where the punch hit.
Clawd walked over to help him up.
"What are you laughing about?" Dracula's deep voice screeched. "This is no laughing matter! We...we could've been killed!"
"But you weren't!" Chrysaor said. He lifted up a syringe. "Like it? I got it from this one dude down the block. Probably should've been in prison, but oh well." Chrysaor looked longingly at the needle. "I gave ole' Pops here a little shot of this baby while he slept. He went out like a light!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Clawdeen said, her northern accent thickening. "You're telling me that this all was you?"
Chrysaor grinned. "Exactly. A thank you would've been nice, but eh. Whatever. Peg's waiting outside."
"Who?" Frankie said, lifing an eyebrow.
"Pegasus. He's waiting for you guys. He's pretty strong, so he can carry you all. But seriously. We need to hurry. This needle stuff doesn't last forever." Chrysaor ran through the halls, the group following. A scanner sat beside a door. Chrysaor put his index finger on it, and it turned green, opening the door.
The group scuttered out, only to be greeted by a large, winged horse. Most people would have imagined him to be pure white but he was, in fact, more like an eagle, with brown and gold speckles, his wings were an interesting gradient from the dark eagle-brown to a light gold. His eyes, however were the purest crystal blue any of the students(or adults, for that matter) had ever seen.
Suddenly, everyone heard in their heads a voice that could have only come from one person...well, creature..."Need a ride?"
Frankie's PoV
We had been allowed to choose whichever pegasus we wanted ride, but Deuce was the only person Pegasus let near him.
It was amazing to feel the clouds as the brushed past my skin, and the wind whipping my hair.
I noticed Deuce seemed to be having a conversation with his brother...that seems strange when you say it like that...and he looked worried.
He waved Clawd over and told him something that made Clawd smile.
I couldn't hear what he said over the wind but whatever it was, Deuce seemed to relax a little.
We were flying over an ocean when I heard Pegasus' voice in my head again.
Thank you for flying Air Pegasus, we will be making a quick stop to pick up some extra passengers and some fuel. He said in a voice that seemed to mock a plane's captain's voice. We don't fly on nothing, you know? He said jokingly.
Within five minutes we had landed on the ground in front of a large stone building. It was at least twice the size of Monster High and full of people. I stared in awe at what I could only assume was a school.
I looked at the crest that hung above the front gates of the school.
It was a shield with a sword and axe crossed over four blocks that were coloured a dark green like Jinafire's hair on the top left and bottom right and black on the other two blocks.
Under the shield there was a banner with ancient Greek characters engraved in it.
I was wondering what it said when I heard a pleasant yet slimy voice from behind me say, " it says 'This is our future, this is our past.'" Medusa informed.
"Oh, thanks!" I said pleasantly.
"Deuce?" A suprised voice sounded from across the courtyard.
He groaned. "Thyantra."