To her credit, Cleo sprang into action, clearing the dining table of its contents and telling me where to set Ms. Castellan. While she did her daughter of Apollo thing, Luke stormed out of the room towards the parlor, and Thalia turned to me, her eyes burning with hatred and jealousy.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, sparks visibly jumping between her fingers. "Last I checked, you were on your way to Olympus, away from our quest."

"I was sent to help," I told her calmly, noticing a flash of light from underneath the door that Luke had walked out of. If this was history repeating itself despite my intervention, I think I knew what was happening on the other side of the wall.

"We don't need your help, Andy." Thalia took a step forward and grimaced as her arm jostled from the sling loosening. It was a very makeshift sling, even by Cleo's standards, only being held up with some twigs and being composed of a small piece of cloth. I guess Cleo had run out of provisions sometime during the quest and didn't have a chance to restock.

"It's been three weeks," I reminded her gently. "Hermes was getting worried."

Thalia laughed humorlessly. "As if the gods actually care about their children. Hermes probably only sent you to make sure his name hasn't been dishonored."

"That's not true."

"Wow, only three weeks on Olympus and they've already brainwashed you. I thought you of all people would be more careful."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Thalia shook her head, deciding that I wasn't worth the effort, instead asking Cleo for an update while blatantly disregarding my question.

Okay, this wasn't the Thalia from the books who I adored. This was Thalia's dark side, where her bitterness was shining through instead of the goodness I knew she had inside of her. Gods, I understand her reasoning completely, but I never thought I'd live to see the day where Thalia was openly badmouthing Olympus.

Luke walked back into the room a few minutes later, just as his mom was starting to stir. "Goodness me," she said, holding a hand to her head as she slid off the table. "I've forgotten about the cookies."

"Let's go," Luke said gruffly, not sparing his mother a second glance before making a break for the front door before she could beg him to stay again.

Thalia and Cleo obeyed, shutting the door behind them as they followed Luke, leaving me alone in the kitchen with May Castellan as she tended to the cookies for a son who would never come home.

I caught up with the trio as they loaded up into a black Honda Accord, Luke closing the trunk before going for the driver's seat. But before he got in the car, he looked up, jumping slightly in surprise as he finally realized that I had been here the whole time.

"He sent you," Luke said as a statement, eying me warily. His fingers drifted down to the hilt of his sword, stopping only once he had a firm grasp around the grip. "Why?"

"He thought you needed help."

"Well, you can tell dear old dad to stick it where the sun don't shine, because if he thinks sending you every time I need something is going to keep me here…" Luke cut himself off, shaking his head in anger. "He is mistaken. If you could please tell him to stay out of my life forever, that would be much appreciated."

"Luke," I started, reaching out for him.

"Don't follow us," he threatened, handing his sword to Thalia in the passenger seat before climbing into the car, slamming the door shut. Within seconds, the car was peeling out of the driveway, heading to gods-know-where.

"Great," I muttered under my breath, spinning my bracelet nervously, my charms slapping against my skin. How the hell am I supposed to catch up to a car? Last I checked, my legs were my only mode of transportation, both in my past life and this one.

Even though I knew it was hopeless, I started running after Luke's car, pouring on as much speed as I could. I almost caught up, too, but once I was found out, Luke gunned it, speeding away, probably heading for the freeway to return to camp.

Then I thought of stealing a car but quickly shut that idea down. While I can drive, I'd get pulled over by the cops the second someone caught a glimpse at me. Sadly, I was one of those people that had a baby face, and while that may be nice when I'm adult, it really worked against me at the moment.

Salina? I asked mentally, slowing down to catch my breath. Thankfully for me, the streets were empty, so no one was questioning why a fourteen-year-old girl was full on sprinting to catch up to a car. I need help.

Already done, my child.

I know I've said this before, but I love Salina.

I looked up and down the road, expecting for some type of car to pull up, but instead, I watched as a black spot grew bigger in the sky as it approached. The spot eventually took the form of a winged horse, a pegasus, which made me giddy with joy. In the little time I'd been at Camp Half-Blood, we never got to have our pegasi class, so I never had the chance of riding a pegasus, something that was on my bucket list from the moment I learned I was coming to this Earth.

I bit back a squeal of excitement as the pegasus landed, settling on smiling so widely that my face started to hurt. As I'd seen, the pegasus was completely black from muzzle to tail, giving them an extremely elegant air around them.

That elegance was completely shattered when I heard, Hey, boss! in my mind. But instead of being disappointed, my smile grew bigger. There was only one pegasus who called his riders boss: Blackjack.

I was told you needed a ride from a dashing pegasus by the nice lady, Blackjack humbly said, and I swear, I could see him smiling.

"Yeah, if you don't mind," I said, moving to pet him, hoping to gain his trust. "I need to catch up with some friends of mine."

Don't sound like friends if they left you behind, Blackjack said while lowering himself down for me to hop on. But the nice lady promised doughnuts, so they can't be that bad.

I laughed at Blackjack's brutal honesty, and we took off, setting out to find a single car amongst the thousands that were sure to be on the freeway. But somehow, Blackjack knew exactly where to go, as if Salina had given him some kind of GPS to track demigods. Honestly, I wouldn't put it past her.

I shivered as the wind nipped at my skin, Blackjack having gone high enough to hide us in the clouds to keep Luke, Thalia, and Cleo – but mostly Luke and Thalia – unaware of our presence. Blackjack kept up amusing conversation with me the whole time, commenting on weird things humans did that he thought were unnecessary or giving his honest opinions about the different people we saw from up here.

Can I ask you something, boss?

"You just did," I laughed, "but sure."

How can you understand me? Are you a daughter of Poseidon?

I stiffened on Blackjack's back, my blood running cold. Great, I was going to have my darkest secret found out by a pegasus first. But I didn't see any point in keeping the truth hidden from Blackjack. He seemed like an honorable pegasus, and I think if I ask him to keep this secret, he will. But I'll make sure to buy him all the doughnuts he wants anyways.

"Not exactly," I said, brushing my hair out of my mouth. "I'm the daughter of the Titan King."

Blackjack suddenly stopped flying, which would've made me fall off if it wasn't for the fact that I was already holding onto his neck. He twitched a little but then resumed our pursuit of the trio, shaking his head back and forth like he couldn't believe what I'd just said.

Are you a good guy? Err, girl?

"I will never help my father," I promised him, petting his mane to calm him down. "He wants to watch the world burn. I will do everything in my power to stop him, Blackjack."

Okay, just making sure, boss. Not all his kids are the warm and fuzzy type, if you know what I mean.

"Unfortunately."

Well, as long as you don't destroy doughnuts, I don't see why we can't be friends.

I smiled once more, rolling my eyes at Blackjack's priorities. "Trust me, I won't destroy doughnuts any time soon."

Gods bless America! Now, what were we doing?

"Following my friends."

Right! On it, boss!

Then we dove, falling so quickly that my stomach was left behind in the clouds. I couldn't see where we were heading, but Blackjack landed on the hood of a black Honda Accord that had been parked outside a gas station. I was going to ask him how he knew this was the right car, but I saw Cleo's medical bag sitting in the back seat and knew Blackjack had done his job.

"Thank you," I told Blackjack, petting him one more time before disembarking off his back and hopping onto the ground. "I'll make sure Salina gives you all the doughnuts you want."

You're the lady, boss! Blackjack exclaimed, his wings fluttering in excitement. Anytime you need me, I'm your horse!

"I'll remember that. Thank you again." And then Blackjack was gone, racing up to the clouds in a black blur and disappearing moments later.

I then turned to the car, debating what I was going to do. I could unlock the car with some bobby pins I had in my hair, but then I'd be found out immediately. There was also the trunk, but picking that lock would take something more than simple bobby pins.

Turning to face the gas station store, I saw that Luke was paying for whatever he'd gotten, meaning I was running out of time. I reached into my bag, rummaging around until I pulled out a pair of scissors I'd shoved in there.

Getting down on my knees, I jammed the tip of the scissors into the keyhole alongside a bobby pin, jiggled them both a few times, and the trunk's lock clicked open. I only had a few seconds to throw myself in, landing roughly on top of three backpacks and a brown sack, before pulling the trunk down again, plunging myself into darkness.

When the car turned on about a minute later, a little red light turned on, allowing me to see my newfound space for the foreseeable future. After readjusting the trio's backpacks and the sack, which must've held the Golden Apples, I laid down, summoning my own bag to use as a makeshift pillow.

Within a few minutes, I fell asleep, realizing how exhausted I really was.

I was standing in a palace so black, I thought it was made of pure darkness. Bright green torches lit with Greek fire punctuated the darkness at measured lengths, marking where corridors split and began. In the dimly lit room, the firelight reflected off different precious jewels that were embedded into the obsidian stones, displaying the riches of the person who lived here.

The torches suddenly died out, only a few left burning, presumably serving as a trail for me to follow. And so I followed the torches, my footsteps echoing off the walls as the torches extinguished themselves after I passed by them.

The Greek fire trail led me to a throne room that held two thrones. The one on the left was slightly taller than the one on the right, made of the same material that the rest of the palace was built with. The throne on the right was sleeker, almost more feminine like, especially in the way that bright red flowers laced the armrests.

All of a sudden, the throne room glowed with Greek fire, shining just as brightly as any building that had fluorescent lighting. Standing guard at every entrance were army soldiers of various countries and wars, including the weapon that corresponded to the time period of their war. I then realized that if I stared too long at any one soldier, their skin would shimmer, and I could see their skeleton underneath.

It took me all of three seconds to recognize where I was, causing me to reach for my bracelet. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I did it out of nerves, or if I was going to arm myself. The guards didn't seem like the friendly type, but they hadn't attacked either, so I figured I was safe for the time being.

The throne room then began to shake, causing for small stones and dirt to fall to the floor. I looked up, half expecting for the ceiling to collapse in, but then turned my attention back to the thrones, where shadows seemed to be coalescing into the body of a person.

I was already on my knees by the time Hades appeared, fighting off his frightening aura while keeping my eyes fixated on the ground. Now that the Lord of the Underworld returned, I heard and felt shades pass next to and through me, hissing at the proximity of living flesh.

"You may rise, Andromeda," Hades told me, his voice as soft as the edge of a razor sharp blade.

I stood up, biting on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from shaking in fear. The last time I'd spoken to Hades, I'd been in a room with other gods who had voted to keep me alive. Now I was with the God of the Dead, who had voted against me, by myself with dead soldiers that would tear me to pieces if Hades gave the word.

Hades looked me up and down a couple times, scowling the entire time. He surprised me even more when he climbed out of his throne, shrunk to his human height of around six-five, and had an up close examination, circling around me like a predator waiting to make his kill.

"Too young, but I suppose you'll do," he said, stalking back to his throne while I watched the spirits in his robes writhe in agony.

"What is it you require of me, my lord?" I asked at last, surprised at how sure I sounded even though I wanted to run for the hills.

"I have a little problem that I need for you to take care of," Hades began, his onyx eyes alight with a sickening kind of glee, the same fire you'd see burning in the eyes of a madman or serial killer. "As you know, there is a Great Prophecy that says that the fate of Olympus rests on the shoulders of a child of the Big Three. You know who those are?"

"You, Poseidon, and Zeus," I answered, watching as pride shone across Hades' face when I acknowledged him first.

"Yes. Anyhow, I was forced into an oath with my brothers that we would not sire anymore children, therefore postponing the prophecy for as long as possible. But it seems like a certain brother of mine couldn't keep it in his pants, and now the girl is a mere four years from her sixteenth birthday."

"What am I to do with this information?"

"I'm glad you asked," Hades said, a malicious grin replacing his scowl. He waved a hand in my direction, causing for a whistle made of ice to drop into my hands. The whistle burned my skin, leaving my palms and fingertips tinged red as I passed it from hand to hand. "That is a whistle made of Stygian ice. Blow it, and you shall summon the same legion of monsters you and that pesky daughter of Zeus killed the day you arrived at Camp Half-Blood."

"Why would I…oh," I said, realizing what Hades was asking me to do. "You mean…?"

"Yes. That girl cannot be allowed to be the child of the prophecy. I don't care if the rest of the world burns, that girl must die."

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I pocketed the Stygian ice whistle into my bag, my heart thudding away in my chest. I knew Zeus already agreed that Thalia couldn't be the child of the prophecy, but I always assumed that he would turn a blind eye and let Hades attack her with monsters.

I didn't want to be the one responsible for the death of Thalia Grace, but it looks like that's what I'll have to do. Besides, it's not like she's going to die for real; she'd be healed in a couple years with the Golden Fleece.

"Okay," I replied weakly, immense guilt still weighing against my shoulders.

"Do not feel sorry for the girl," Hades said coldly, gripping his armrests so tightly I thought he was going to rip them off. "She will not suffer immensely."

That's reassuring, I thought to myself, pursing my lips as I nodded at Hades. He seemed satisfied with my answer and stood up, slashing at the air and vanishing into the shadows, leaving me in the throne room.

It didn't last long, however, as I jerked awake when I got thrown against the sides of the trunk. Okay, so we were either hit, or Luke just slammed on the brakes really aggressively. I really hope it was the latter.

I was proved wrong when I heard the car's doors being thrown shut and a lot of cursing, more than I expected from Luke and Thalia. I could already imagine Cleo clapping her hands over her ears, attempting to block out the foul language.

Crap, I thought as the footsteps started getting closer, I was going to get caught, again. Quickly remembering my conversation with Hades, I imagined fading into the shadows and reappearing behind Cleo, who would be the least likely to kill me for still being here.

Just as the trunk started to open, I heard the voices of the dead as I was pulled into another shadow, working the same way that a subway would in very simplistic terms. Even that description didn't do it justice, but I could focus too much on that as I was now completely exposed to the questing trio. I summoned a dagger and sheathed it at my belt, just in case someone felt like attacking me.

"I thought I told you not to follow us," Luke said, raising an eyebrow at me as he slung his backpack over his shoulders before picking up the brown sack.

"And I told you I was sent to help. I'm physically not allowed to return to Olympus until my mission is completed," I told him, ignoring Thalia's glares while Cleo shrugged, accepting the fact that I wasn't going anywhere.

"Let her help us, Luke," Cleo pleaded as she slung on her backpack, clipping it shut across her chest. "We've been gone for almost a month now. I want to go back to camp."

Thalia's glare softened at Cleo's words, looking at the younger girl with compassion. The daughter of Apollo wasn't much older than Annabeth, but unlike Annabeth, she hadn't chosen to go into the mortal world willingly. Cleo had been brought along as a quest member, and because she cared too much to let people get hurt, she tagged along even if it meant leaving the safety of Camp Half-Blood.

"As much as I don't like this, Cleo's right," Thalia said, turning to the son of Hermes, who was still brooding. Wow, that must've taken some major pride swallowing to admit that they needed my help.

That only made me feel worse as I felt the burning cold of the Stygian ice against my wrist even though my bag was currently in charm form. I decided then I'd blow the whistle when the time was right, when I was by myself.

"Fine," Luke conceded, shutting the trunk and kicking the side of the now wrecked car. The front was completely crumpled in, the windshield having shattered completely and parts of the engine strewn out across the street. "Let's go before the cops show up."

We managed to stumble across a train station somewhere near Hartford, and after Luke agreed, I went ahead and bought us four tickets to Grand Central Station. However, we still had another three hours to kill before our train was to arrive, and gods only knew what four hyperactive demigods could do in three hours.

Not much, to my surprise. I don't know what had happened over the past three weeks, but the second that Cleo found us someplace to sit, she and Thalia were out like a light, leaving Luke and I to keep watch.

Luke was still brooding, and if the light caught him just right, it made him appear like the villain in a movie. He would've been scarier had he gotten that scar from Ladon, but this time around, he managed to evade the wound.

I on the other hand pulled out a book, Fahrenheit 451, and started to read to pass the time. Between the two of us, we didn't talk for a long time, allowing for Thalia and Cleo to catch up on some much needed sleep.

When I eventually looked up, I saw that Luke was struggling to stay awake, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. "You can sleep," I told him, flipping to the next page. "I'll keep watch."

"No," he said, stifling a yawn with his hand. "They need me."

"You're right about that. But how helpful are you going to be when you're about to drop dead from lack of sleep in the middle of a battle? Take a nap, Luke."

Luke glared at me, which I returned with the same ferocity until he sighed and turned away, yawning one more time. He then pulled out a jacket from his backpack and set it behind his head, using it as a makeshift pillow.

I glanced over at the large clock mounted on the brick walls of the station, pursing my lips together when I realized we still had a little over two hours to go. I kept reading, pausing every few minutes to survey our surroundings before returning to my book, maintaining that air of normalcy that would serve to keep us anonymous in the crowd of mortals.

Cleo woke up an hour later, rubbing her eyes and yawning, taking in the train station through slow blinks. She yawned one more time and stood up to stretch, turning to me once she saw that I was still reading.

I then asked her to keep watch, claiming that I needed to use the bathroom, to which she replied with a groggy nod as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. I wasn't necessarily lying – I needed to use the bathroom – but that wasn't the only reason I left.

I figured that in a place full of mortals and seeing that we only had a little under an hour to go before our train arrived, now would be a good time as any to use that stupid whistle Hades had given me. Hopefully the monsters wouldn't appear right then and there, tracking us as we made our way to New York. Or better yet, they'd spawn right there, saving them the effort.

After running out of the bathroom, I ducked my way under some construction tarp, revealing new infrastructure for some more tracks to be added. Once I was positive no one was around, I pulled the whistle out of my bag and blew it, the ice shattering in my hands the second I was done.

I waited a few seconds before returning to my friends, fighting off the stinging feelings in my eyes. I had just signed Thalia's death warrant with something as trivial as blowing a dumb whistle.

"The train's here," I said emotionlessly, motioning to it as sparks flew from the wheels from the breaks. No use in beating myself over my actions now. What's done is done.

I handed out the tickets to Cleo, Luke, and Thalia, ignoring the looks of surprise on their face when they saw I'd gotten us first class seats. Honestly, they hadn't been all that expensive – only three hundred for the four of us.

No one said anything to me as I walked onto the train, showing one of the employees my ticket before going to my seat. Our seats had been together, centered around a wooden table as if we were going to have dinner on a two hour trip.

Cleo took the seat next to mine while Luke and Thalia sat across from us, setting their backpacks between their legs underneath the table. I was looking out the window, watching the second hand on the clock as it ticked, reminding me of how little time I had to make this work.

Resting on the top of my bag, right within arm's reach, was the purple potion Salina had given me a few weeks ago. The words of our last interaction still burned in my mind: You must be the one to set things right. This is your birthright.

No wonder so many demigods hated the Olympians, I thought to myself as the train pulled out of the station, the conductor blowing the horn a few times as we started gaining speed. The gods viewed their children as their servants and treated them as such, and when they'd ask for nothing more than for a few questions to be answered, they'd disappear without so much as a simple thank you.

None of us were able to sit for the entire two hours, our ADHD-riddled brains preventing us from doing so. I was pacing up and down the length of the car while Luke and Thalia had left for the dining car a while back. Cleo was playing someone else's guitar while sitting on the floor, flooding our car with music.

The four of us weren't together again until we were ten minutes away from the station. Unlike the rest of them, I was standing so stiffly that it was as if someone had tied me up to a plank of wood. I fiddled with my sword charm, debating when would be the right time to unsheathe my blade.

As the doors to the train opened and we disembarked, Thalia stiffened as well, her head becoming a swivel as she scanned Grand Central Station. "Something's wrong," she said, her hand reaching for the mace canister that was stowed away in her pocket.

"Then we shouldn't stay in one place for too long," I suggested, jostling my way through the barrage of people that were trying to make it down to the tracks.

"Camp's a couple miles away from here," Cleo said, her hand clamping down on my wrist so that she wouldn't be pushed around by the crowd. I don't know about you, but when you're eight-years-old and in the custody of fourteen-year-olds in a place as big as Grand Central Station, I'd be scared to get lost, too. "How are we going to get there?"

"Taxi?" Luke suggested, pulling the door open for us as we stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing whoosh break through the air. Moments later, pain exploded across my face, and I whirled around only to see that an arrow was embedded into the wall where I had been seconds ago.

"Ow," I said with a scowl, tugging on my bracelet, causing for my sword, Epithymia, which translates to wish, to appear in my hands. Blood poured down my cheek from the scratch I'd received, but I could care less at the moment.

Blocking the entire road with four large vans were monsters. Dracaenae, empousai, hellhounds, Telkhines, and Cyclopes streamed from the vans and manholes from the middle of the street. The mortals that were nearby screamed, running away from the vans as fast as possible, causing mass panic to spread.

Looks like my wish was granted.

"Andy, let's go!" Cleo said, pulling my wrist in the direction of the fleeing crowds.

I turned and saw that Luke and Thalia had disappeared, leaving Cleo to fend for herself. I cut an arrow out of the air before it could strike Cleo down before sheathing Epithymia again, scooping Cleo into my arms and running.

Anger fueled my body, catching up to Luke and Thalia, who had finally decided to arm themselves. "What the heck, guys?" I shouted at them, lunging sideways as a part of a nearby building exploded, sending dust and bricks into the air. (Before you ask, no, there was no Jason Grace anywhere to be hit with said bricks.)

"How are there so many of them?" Luke asked, turning around to slash a Cyclops' arm before its meaty hand could grab him.

"Did you piss off Hades?"

"My mere existence pisses him off!" I'll let you guess who said that.

"Down there!" Cleo shouted, pointing towards an alleyway a few feet ahead.

"We're going to be cornered!" Lightning boomed behind us, and I knew Thalia had just done her daughter of Zeus thing.

Using Cleo, we shoved some trash cans and recycling bins down, sending the Telkhines that had been hot on our tails sprawling against the asphalt. Ahead of us, cars swerved as they made desperate, and very illegal, U-turns, jumping the median and bumping into the cars on the other lane as they tried to escape. Behind us was chaos, at least from what I could hear.

Despite what seemed like a horrible suggestion, the four of us took a hard left, sprinting into the dark and damp alley that Cleo had pointed out. I set Cleo down, knowing that speed was going to be the difference between life and death for us.

The four of us ran, leaping over protruding pipes and ducking falling debris, all while fighting off some dracaenae, who had taken to jumping out of windows from the buildings facing the alley we were in.

"Get us out of here, Andy!" Cleo pleaded, releasing a sonic arrow, its screeching sound hurting my ears while simultaneously incapacitating nearby hellhounds.

I wanted to ask her how exactly I was supposed to do that as Epithymia was currently hilt deep in the body of a dracaena while I dodged an empousa's fangs. As the dracaena I'd stabbed dissolved into gold dust, I whirled around, catching a downward blow from a Cyclops' club.

Okay, I thought as I sliced through a Telkhines like it was made of butter, time to give us some breathing room. While I could definitely use the darkness to our advantage, my Underworld powers were by far the most unstable, making them more dangerous than my pyrokinesis.

As I stepped into a puddle after being forced back by the Cyclops I was fighting, I noticed that the entire alleyway was full of puddles and moisture. I stabbed upwards, leaving a deep gash on the Cyclops' inner thigh that left him howling in pain, giving me the little time I needed to raise a hand, a wall of water forming as our shield.

"Run!" I yelled at the trio, beads of sweat starting to form on my forehead. Even with all the water in the alley combined, it wasn't enough to be more than seven feet tall and a few centimeters thick at most. The only thing that kept monsters running through the water like it was a waterfall was my command forcing it to act as a solid. I then took off after them, the water wall crashing down to the ground the second I was no longer facing it.

The monsters were all screaming in a mixture of Ancient Greek and English, but the message was pretty much the same: Die! I flung myself over a fence, hissing slightly as I felt a sharp edge cut into my skin, but I kept running.

I don't think Hades had accounted for the fact that I was going to be here as well, or if he did, I figured he didn't care. I was just a pawn to him, leaving him indifferent about whether I lived or died.

Good news, I caught up with the others a few seconds later.

Bad news, the alley was a dead end, and now the four of us were pressed tightly against a rotting brick wall as the footsteps of the approaching monsters echoed off the walls.

"What do we do now?" Thalia asked, wincing as she moved her right arm. I realized that had been her injured arm, which she was making worse by fighting with both her spear and shield. Blood also bloomed from underneath her shirt, seeping through the gray fabric like an ink blot and a fresh sheet of paper.

"Oh, gods," Luke whispered, his face ashen as he turned to Thalia. He was completely ignoring the fact that he had a deep cut running from the bottom of his left eye to his chin, the wound bright red as it bled. "You're hurt."

"That's the least of my concerns," Thalia bristled, shoving Luke's hand away from her abdomen. "We're stuck with nowhere to go, and fifty monsters are heading our way. I'm more concerned about making it out of here alive."

To my horror, the trio looked to me for guidance. I'd only ever shadow-traveled twice, both times sapping my strength immensely. It was a miracle I was still standing at the moment after everything I'd gone through in the past two days. And I had no idea how to vapor or flame travel either, killing those ideas instantly. Maybe I could do something with my chlorokinesis, but unless I could make mold into a terrifying weapon, I was grasping at straws here.

But before I could make any type of decision, the walls on either side of us exploded.