Darkness Reveals

“No! I’m not leaving!” I yell.

“Yes! You! Are!” he yells in between blows.

I put my hand out in front of me for some reason. I don’t even know why. It just feels right. I close my eyes and focus.

All sound disappears. I feel pressure in my head, and ears. I can breathe; I tumble to the ground.

Am I dead? I can feel my heart beating. Very slowly. Thud. Thud. Thud.

I feel cold hands slide under me; whoever it is, picks me up bridal style. I know it isn’t Trey. His hands are warm, and welcoming. These ones defiantly aren't. They feel like ice dipped in snow. I shiver.

I try to break free but I can't move a muscle. It's to hard: I'm exhausted. I can't even open my eyes to see or mouth to talk. All my muscles are tense and feel like they are on fire.

Trey’s POV

So stubborn. I only get a few blows in before the whole thing is swallowed into a shadow. And when I say swallowed– I mean it. A huge black hand-shadow thing just came out of the ground. It’s gone.

I turn around to see Camryn on the ground with a man standing over her. Her eyes are closed, and her skin has been drained of the tan color that once was there. She isn't moving, and I think she is breathing.

The man overtop of her has pale skin, white hair, a scruffy white beard-but only on his chin, he has wrinkles all over like an english bulldog, and seems to radiate power.

He picks her up bridal style.

“Hey! Get away from her!” I shout running towards him, sword in hand.

He puts forth his arm; I fly backwards, and land hard on my back.

“Put her down! Now! I don't care if you are a god, demigod sent from the camp! Don't touch her! She’s not in any trouble!” I regret the last thing because there was just a cyclops sitting here.

“Not in any trouble you say . . .” the guy says quietly. “What do you call that?!” he shouts pointing to where the cyclops was.

I hesitate, “Still! She’s fine here! Tell the camp she's fine!”

“I’m not here on behalf of Camp Half- Blood.” . . . "Now go to sleep,” he says softly.

I feel myself slowing down. My muscles relax and feel like jelly. My knees and ankles buckle from underneath me. My eyelids start to feel droopy, and I fall onto my back from my hands and knees. I close my eyes. No! I will not! I try to open them but it's useless. I'm just . . . to . . . to . . . to tired.

Camryn’s POV

“You too,” says the voice of the man holding me.

My muscles relax, and return to their normal state. My mind goes blank, and I drift off to a blissful sleep.

I awake on a soft surface with an oversized black v-neck over my bikini top. The pain in my muscles in nothing compared to the migraine I have right now.

I breath in the smell of lavender and vanilla. I open my curious eyes to see what looks mostly like a library. There are tall wooden bookshelves on both of the far walls, and they wrap around the main wall where their is a marble fire place which has a warm fire glowing in it. In front of the crackling fire, there are two leather arm air chairs with a wooded nightstand in between them that has a few candles burning on them. That's probably where the lavender and vanilla scents are coming from. In front of the two chairs is a black shagged rug. The couch I'm laying on is made of soft black silk. Behind me on a desk is a picture of my house, and myself. Their are pictures of my family too. Trey, Devyn, and my mom(Lauren) are all there. The desk has papers and pencils everywhere. As I look closer, I can see my school schedule, and other schedule too. It looks like one of those desks in a cop show where they are after a bad guy and set up every known location, friend, everything on one wall. What the heck is this?

I swing my legs over the side of the couch. The dark polished wood floor is cold to the touch which is weird if you ask me because wood isn't a conductor. I try standing up, but lose my balance and sink back down into the couch. I try getting up once more, and make my way over to the desk slowly. I feel light headed, and sway my head back a forth then focus on the desk. They have everything from a copy of Lauren's bills to a copy of my repot card which isn't very good but that's not important right now.

I think about how I got here; I remember running to the lake then turning around to go see where Trey was. Then I saw the cyclops which isn't supposed to exist. All I can remember is collapsing, and hearing Trey's voice say something. I forgot; then some guy picked me up, and did something to Trey, and put me to sleep. Now I'm here.

I look around for a door, and see tall double doors that curve at the top; they look like old viking doors that they kept in their dining halls. I make my way over to them and try pulling on the rings that are supposed to act as door handles. I try pushing too, but nothing works.

"That door won't open if you are wondering," says a man's voice.

I spin around quickly, perhaps too quickly. I catch myself on the door, so I won't fall.

“Careful killer, you were out for a week. That spell Morpheus put on you worked too well,” he says.

Morpheus is the god of dreams right? I think I'm coming to the conclusion that this greek stuff is real or I'm going crazy.

Wait a second; how did he even get in here? I was standing in front of the door the whole time.

I look at the person who I guess I can call my captor is kind of cute, but not my type. I don't like guys; they're too unreliable. He looks about twenty years old with defined facial features. His eyes look black, but they aren't. They are just a really deep blue. His hair is dirty blondish but I think it’s more brown. My head only comes up to his chest which means he's tall obviously. He looks like a bodybuilder from Fittea magazine meaning he is muscular. He has on all black clothing which isn’t bad, but I mean a little color never hurt anything.

I lock my eyes with his and glare at him, "How did you get in here?"

"It's called shadow traveling; pretty cool right?" he answers looking at the desk.

"I don't care about 'shadow traveling' or whatever. I want to go home!" I say pounding a fist on the door.

"But you are home Camryn; your real home," he answers.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your smart. Figure it out," he sneers. "You belong here with your father."

Notes

Hi!!! I redid this chapter and the third so..

-A>D>R :P