A Witch And A Demigod: What Could Go Wrong (Sierra Lestrange Book 2)

Chapter 59

Comment of the chapter: So.... she is really dead?

This made me smile. You're not finding out that easily! Oh, alright, she really is dead. Thanks @GiAnTwRiTeR !

Sierra's P.O.V.

Once I closed my eyes, I realized dying wasn't too bad. I opened my eyes, once I thought it was all over. I wasn't in the Underworld. I was at Hermione's house.

But there was another me, sitting twelve feet away.

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I tried to call out, but nothing came out. We- Hermione and the not-me-me were sitting in her backyard.

"So, the spell, augamenti, shoots a spout of water out of the holders wand, like so. Aguamenti!" She blasted me with water. "So you're playing dirty, are you?" the not-me-me said.

Then I realized it. I was in a memory. One of my best memories ever. "Aguamenti!" Sierra shouted. A large burst of water shot out.

"Well played, my student, well played. But, you are still weaker than me," Hermione said. Then we got in an all out spell war. I smiled as a large mustache appeared on my lip.

"Girls!" Mrs. Granger shouted. We stopped. "What are you doing?!" I twisted my mustache tips. "Well, I reckon I just won our lil' spell war," I said in an awful western accent.

She-I- was drenched from head to toe, had a mustache, purple hair and huge glasses. And Hermione had a beard, cat nose, whiskers, a tail, green hair and beard.

"Oh, heck no. I did, you filthy cowgirl," she said in an even worse western accent while stroking her bushy beard. "I'm sorry, Mione, but she's got ya beat," Mrs. Granger said.

"Yeah!" I shouted. "Aaawww, booo," Hermione said. "You can reverse this, right?" Mrs. Granger asked. Hermione nodded. The scene faded. I realized I was sad. So deeply sad.

I'd never be able to do anything with Hermione again. Then another scene came to life in front of me. It was me and Zeke. It was Christmas, by the looks of the wreaths and trees the satyrs had grown.

"Merry Christmas, Sierra," I heard Zeke say. I turned. I looked about eleven, him eleven. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Dopey," I had said with a smile.

"The Apollo Cabin is throwing a Cristmas party." I nodded. "I'm not on much of a party mood," I muttered with a sigh. "Why are you so sad?"

"I have no one to go to for the holidays, like most others. You have your mom, though why you would chose to stay here, I don't know." He rolled his eyes. "Who would be here for you?" I laughed.

"I can take care of myself." He shook his head, smiling. "Come on. I have something for you inside." He grabbed my arm and I, reluctantly, let him drag me inside.

"No, no, no, no. Mistletoe," Connor Stoll said. Zeke's ears turned red. "Really Connor?" I asked. He nodded, with a sly smile.

"You have got to be kidding me." I stood up and kissed Zeke on the cheek. Connor whistled and I stomped on his foot. He howled. The scene faded again.

That was the night me and Zeke first kissed. It's a memory I had been trying to suppress since the day Zeke abandon me. I took a shaky breath as another memory started to form. I was at camp.

It was about twilight, and everyone was gathered on the beach. "Come on, Danni! They'll be starting soon!" I laughed as the five-year-old me jumped up and down, super excited about something.

"Calm down, Sierra! The fireworks don't start for half an hour. I wanna show you something first." She held a blanket under her arm, for us to sit on like many others were doing.

I followed Danni and myself into the forest. "Where's Bryan?" Memory-me asked. "Don't worry, he'll be here," was all she said. She led memory-me and dead-me deeper into the forest.

After awhile, we came to a clearing with a perfect view of the beach and fireworks. Memory-me smiled. "Wow! This so cool!" memory-me said.

Danni smiled. "You weren't gonna start without me were you?" a voice asked. Both me's turned and saw Bryan standing there. We both smiled.

"Your late!" Mini me said. He smiled. "Sorry! I had to do a few things for Chiron." I could see anger flash across his face, but only for a  brief second. His smile returned.

"We should set up," he said, grabbing the blanket. They set up the blanket and sat down.

"They're starting," Danni whispered in my ear. Memory-me leaned against her and Bryan. They sat staring at the fireworks for a while. Then, memory-me began to dose off. 

The scene faded and I felt myself falling. Forever falling.