Chapter 3 ~~~~When your name sounds like a vegetable.

OC

A four-foot spear juts out of the guy in front of me. It was covered in weird golden ooze, thick and gross. The blood looked like honey with golden glitter in it, and it stuck to everything it touched. Also, did I mention that his skin was turning transparent? His skin was turning to the glass.

Do you know those edible water bottles, little orbs of a cover made of some algae? Do you know the transparent type? His skin was turning to that kind of colour. The weirder thing was that he didn't seem to have any organs at all. I mean, there was only the golden blood and bone and muscles, but no organs, like a heart or something.

The whole place was illuminated by the blood, which glowed like a light bulb. The spear in front of me was humming. Something about the face of the guy felt familiar until a sharp pang shot through the back of my skull.

Memories flooded my head. Images and voices flooded my senses. Until something cracked, and all the memories disappeared. I realized that I had closed my eyes and had stopped breathing. The burn of my lungs and the stinging pain in my eyes brought me to reality and drowned out the chaos and confusion left behind by the rush of memories.

I took a deep breath, suppressing a cough.

I strained against the chains a little and felt the clinking of the metal that bound me. My captor was dead, but I was still captive. I could swear the clanking of the chains sounded like laughter.

If the dead dude was correct, that meant that I was much stronger. So why couldn't I snap these chains like they were toothpicks? Then I noticed a growl, making me jump instantly into alert mode. I only then realized that the growl was from my grumbling trembling friend in my belly. My muscles may be strong, but they had no fuel and were screaming at every movement I made.

I had to go all out, and use all my strength at once and try to break these chains, if I could not, I could not escape my prison. The only thing that kept me going was… I don't even know why I woke up. Shouldn't I have died out of hunger in my sleep? Well, whatever was keeping me going; I didn't want to imagine what would happen once it ran out. I had to survey my surroundings and focus on my strengths.

I concentrated on whatever other reserves I had. The spear was too far away. I felt it draw towards me, which was weird because I didn't feel the same thing before. I focused on it, and it seemed to have a red glow, rather an aura, emanating from it, covering it with a flickering ghostly red light. Then I saw a faint line, that stretched from the centre of the spear to the middle of my chest, exactly between my lungs.

I focused on the spear a bit more and the whole world turned dark.

A whole new world appeared in its place. Everything glowed, and the sun was fiery bright, and I could even see the moon, opposite to the sun.

What was weird was that everything had an aura. The sun's golden aura reached and hit everything in its range and the plants converted the golden glowing energy to green dim energy. The air had a neon grey energy to it and the earth had murky green energy, with the moon with a telltale silver glow I even sensed tiny aquamarine specks which I guessed as moisture in the air and when I looked at the spear, the spear glowed a brilliant red, ten times brighter than the original aura I had seem.

I stretched my senses, trying to feel for anything else.

But then the voices began.

Creepy whispers, crackling like feedback, which should have made it impossible to recognize, It was audible and understandable. The voices were everywhere, coming from all directions, all with the same volume. They spoke of death, my death, the death of the guy in front of me, about the countless tortures and gore. It was like a mad person, non-stop mutterings and monotone murmurs

Shadowy grey energy began to form around everything, like a background light that decided to become the hero.

Threads of such energy started to form, coiling around everything. The titan in front of me had a brilliant red string that looked like it had been dipped in black ink, which was also attached to the spear. Even the drafts of winds trailed strings and the ground was a web of strings. I tried to shut out the voices, but my hands were still stuck. And when I looked at the bronze that bound me, it had a milky white aura infused with black and brown metallic glitters. Its string was whispering about destroying souls, and binding god and 'bout the forge of death.

The whispers grew louder but were at the same tone. Everything hurt around me. My body started aching. I concentrated on the spear in front of me. Could I call it to me with some kind of telekinesis? The spear was covered in a brilliant red aura, and the string at the same time. The aura glimmered and quivered, wait, quivered? The aura shivered again and I swear I saw the outline of a spear move, like it was straining. Suddenly, it shook again and the whispers faded, but a jarring voice took its place, like it was a boom box blasting at full volume into my head, overpowering the radio.

CALL ME !

COME !

It kept repeating the same thing again and again until I realized that it was a command. The spear started glowing again. And everything in my surroundings started to fade. The sun went first, its energy receding and then the moon went. The energy faded and started to gather. It was like the Big Bang in reverse, instead of exploding, everything in sight was collapsing in on me. The energy gained momentum until it hit my eyes. I thought I would black out, but the energy instantly gained colour, and I mean light and eyesight and rebounded, normal sight came back to life. The opening of the tent, which was made of some leather or weird cloth, through which the titan had come through was fluttering, and sunlight and earthy smell wafted through it.

Everything was normal again.

The spear had saved me. And there was also another thing I remembered. The spear was giving me a command. The spear could speak? I was a little puzzled. More so ever, I couldn't speak for certain. My voice was dead. I looked up and was amazed at what the sunlight illuminated.

I was in a tent, with cloth embroidered. There were little scenes of war and destruction. They looked like ancient Greek battles, but none of them made sense 'cause they looked well beyond the scripted Greek era, some of them were well beyond the Titanomachy and some of them were even from current times.

I felt way more powerful than before. My strength was skyrocketing. My muscles were feeling taut with unspent energy. The other world had somehow switched on some survival instinct or something cause I felt as if my muscles were waiting for this moment. I strained a little again. I was now feeling hyperactive. I pulled on the chains, but a clanking responded.

I tried to slip my wrist out of the metal spheres. But it was all for nothing. I started hyperventilating. The walls closed down on me, collapsing on me. I struggled again. My vision blurred.

Something snapped in me. I braced myself for any pain. None came. I surveyed my hands and then my whole body. Everything was fine, maybe my ribs were broken? I raised my hands to check my ribs. Was I dead? My hands felt free, so I raced out of the tent and looked around, expecting to see a dark void of death.

But everything was fine. Until I noticed that I was trailing a 10kg chain of bronze, and was carrying a much heavier weight. I had to find something to break these open. I couldn't grab the spear, so I left it there. Feeling a little foolish, I said to it," I'll call if I need help". You can call me crazy if I say it quivered in response.

I had to run, 'cause I had a weird feeling that those creepy whispers were whispering something intelligible, but I could I could make out something about a warning and an assassin. It also spoke of being aware of the dangers that lay ahead which lay behind.

Don't blame me if I'm wrong because Greek is hard to understand. I had to make my move, and it had to be soon. If I didn't move, I would be attacked, that much I could exact.

I gazed at the rolling green hills, watching the quavering notes of the birds that nested in the trees in the forest beyond me, staring at the butterflies that fluttered in and out of sight.

FWIW!

An arrow burrows itself into my chain sphere thingy. My hand was safe, but the metal was pierced. I doubt bronze was strong, but I was completely sure that no arrow could pierce through 3 inches of solid bronze.

The arrow had nicked my palm, and a weird burning, numbing sensation spread through my wrist. A strong, taunting whistle floated into my ear. I twist my head just in time to receive a dagger in my forearm, which thankfully only grazed my hand and didn't chop it off.

A girl, no more than a teen, walks out of the tree line that's just in front of me, looking at me with a healthy dose of boredom. She flips another knife in the air and catches it by the hilt, tossing it up again. The girl was wearing a silver parka and hunting boots and had a silver circlet placed on her head, classic hunter.

Then, she catches her knife by the tip of the blade and then flings it hard at me.