Olympus III

Pyriphlegethon watched his son drop dead-- he shouldn't have been such a fool.... He stood, wiping the blood off his sword as he sheathed it.

Pyriphlegethon snorted at Renee. "Yes, I did. If he weren't such a fool, he would be still alive right now."

Pyriphlegethon scowled. "God of the river of fire. My name is Joe."

Alden turns to see a person die, and gapes at him open-mouthed. Anastasia merely lays on the ground, still passed out.

Doctor J wrote:

"Really? Joe? A god? Wow, gods really must be lowering expectations this year."

"We lower ours as your generation goes down the drain." Pyriphplegethon scowled.

Alden then vomits unceremoniously all over Olympus' polished marble floor, promptly losing any dignity he might have had left. Then he looks at his sister and sees the large, prominent red welt that had formed on the back of her head. Did he kill her? Was she dead? He hoped not. He bites his lip. "Stasia?" he asks her, nudging her limp body with the tip of his shoe.

I see a guy die. "Intense but I guess as people say that is how the cookie crumbles," I sigh.

I continue to think then I look at my father. "Perhaps you could push her with wind but say you were trying to hit me," I suggest.

I blinkas I see the boy die. "Well that wasn't really that shocking more of anticipated but her," Iblink again.

I snap my finger in Phobus' face. "Anybody there?" I ask stabbing at the god again.

I blink. This place is wierd.

I skip around the room.

I start folding a piece of paper.

I walk over to Thanatos and poke him.

I sit down and sigh.

Anastasia lies there on her floor unconsciously, and her brother shakes her desperately, still feeling sick from the boy's death. She does not stir, and he tries to find her pulse to no avail. "Anastasia, wake up!" he yells loudly, looking frantically around for a bucket of water or something that could be used to rouse her. A small tear frames his cheek, though he wipes it away and tries not to show his sorrow.

Alden's lip quivers, and he kneels down to Anastasia and tries to take her pulse again. He couldn't tell. She took shallow breaths that he didn't really notice, he sniffles, shrugging. "She has to be..." he says quietly, pathetically. He refused to believe that he had killed his sister.

Anastasia Finn falters, blinking a few times. Her vision was blurry and she kept seeing these strange things. She also had the most painstaking headache that penetrated through her thoughts like a dagger. She tries to speak, but her limbs feel fluid and all that comes out is in incomprehensible mumbling. "Stasia?" she hears a voice, Alden, ask of her hopefully, and he sounds as if he was underwater. Suddenly she jerks upright, leaning up on her elbows. "Alden.. doofus," she mutters, her brain trying to come into focus. He attacks her with a hug and she winces, her face pale.