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I am crushed by metal. I try to scream but no one hears. My body is in a million pieces why can I still think? Where is whatever God should take my soul to the underworld? I hear my friends decided to leave.
I will not blame them. It is my fault. I stole from Talos. At least my death fulfilled the part of the prophecy that said that one shall be lost in the land without rain.
I hope lady Artemis finds a better second Lieutenant than I was. I hope Percy takes care of Nico. But I'm not dead. In fact through the metal I feel my body start piecing itself back together.
What is happening? My skull once split in half repairs itself, my head to my torso, my arms return to my sides, first my legs return, then I'll my fingers and toes and I'm whole once again. I try moving my arms, pushing away the scrap sunlight catches onto my body and I see what I didn't even know could happen.
The red blood in my veins flows away and replacing it is a sticky gold-like liquid. They didn't lie. Gods are real and Zoe said only gods bleed gold. Why am I bleeding what Gods bleed?
Then memories return. I remember why I thought the last President was Franklin D. Roosevelt. I remember that night in the hotel all those years ago.
Mother's death, father's embrace than his scream, and the woman who called him Lord. That woman who reminded him he couldn't bring mother back.
She said Lord Hades. Hades? My father is the Lord of the dead and I think the only answers I'll get are if I go ask him myself But I'm not ready to go. I don't feel ready and I realize why when pain shoots through my back and shoulder blades.
I scream. I scream for long time.
Eventually the pain subsides and I look behind me to see wings, grand and dark as my father's hair. I roll my shoulders back. They twitch. This is worrying. I. Need. To. Find. My. Father. Now.