Lamia-mhyt-Medea

You watched Percy and Jason fight the giants. On one hand you wanted to help them, but on the other one you were actually glad that you weren't – up in the emperor's box you were safe and if you'd been down in the arena, you wouldn't have been anything but a hindrance anyway. So you just watched, still weak, but getting stronger with every moment. You asked yourself why the god wasn't helping them. He was an enemy of the giants, too – didn't he cared if they won?! You got angry at him. Still, you were actually really scared of him -the feeling of power around him confused you. If you thought too long about your anger, you'd pr

The whole Colosseum was filled with shouting and cheering people, all wearing roman clothes. Most of them were male, wearing togas or just tunics. They actually (erschienen) very alive, until you looked a bit closer at them. They were flickering from time to time, getting shortly invisible. They were lares, house ghosts, most of them long forgotten. One last time, they had been assembled- if to see the giants being defeated or to see Rome burn, you didn't know. You sat where the emperor had sat- the VIP lounge. It was closer to the actual arena than most of the other places, and still that far enough away that you wouldn't get any sand or di

When you regained consciousness again, you noticed first, that you weren't sitting at the ground of the jar. You laid on a dusty, hard ground. Next to you, you heard Nico groan and wanted to turn to him, but you were that exhausted, that you wasn't even able to open your eyes. You heard voices, some loud and deep, others a bit higher, but you wasn't able to understand any words. For a long time you lied there on the ground, and just caught your breath. Even that was exausting. The voices kept talking; they seemed to discuss. Now you was able to difference them. There was a girls voice, she seemed to be pretty convincingly; although you didn't

Suddenly your stomach rumble and you noticed that you were nearly dying of hunger. You let loose Nico and searched in your pockets after some ambrosia. Unfortunatly, maybe because you had lost it, or because food didn't get reborn, there was nothing. You looked at Nico. 'You don't have anything to eat, do you?' He shook helplessly his head. 'Sorry.... I've got just the pomegranate seeds and , if you don't want to be stuck at the underworld for all eternities, you shouldn't eat them.' 'Oh.....' You definitely didn't want to  go to the underworld again. You've had enough of this place for, well, a lifetime. Besides, just the thought of being u

BA-BOOM . BA-BOOM.  BA-BOOM.. The pulsing beat had started again. You had heard it before, but you had thought it had been imagination. Now it was that loud, casing headache, that that was impossible. You loocked at Nico. His face was pale and he obviously scared out of his mind. You were, too, as you heard the pulsing hartbeat, you realised, of Tartarus himself. It felt, as would he wait there, waiting for you, so he could destroy both of you, like some little annoying flies. You didn't doubt, that he would be able to harm even you, although you had actually not a body anymore. He probably had some special tortures for the girl, that had da

When you woke up, you were on a dark place. The once light thing was you yourself- you glowed whitish. You were also flying- no, more floating in the air and your skin- or anything under it- wasn't solid. You were out of mist or something similiar. While you looked at yourself, you noticed on your t- shirt, it was orange and something was written on it, a big red spot. It was there were your ribs should be. The colour remembered you to blood. Suddenly you saw in front of your eyes things, like a movie. A girl with (h/c) hairs sitting bored in a classroom. It was yourself, you realized. You, reading a book, running across a sports ground, wat