The Second Legion

The New Place

Cora fell for hours. Days? Years? No. Most likely a few hours. She tried to fly, but the anklet that Carlos put on her when he had knocked her out, stopped her from using any. With her on this flight down to who knows where was only Carlos. Carlos, still being under the control of Hades, looked loopy. His eyes rolled up and His body was like aboard, so she took out her anger on him. Since it was no use to ignore him (when he wasn't talking), she practiced her fighting. She wouldn't torture him, no she wouldn't carve paintings in his flesh, she punched and jabbed, but since she was falling into goddy nothingness, most of her moves wouldn't work.

So she decided that she would annoy him. Cora talked in a kind of ranting way but Carlos wouldn't respond, she tried slapping him to get his attention, (yes she knew that it was mean, but whatever-) but even that didn't work. He seemed to be in a kind of trance, until she reached out to his face, wondering if kindness would wake him up, but unusually fast for him, he grabbed her wrist and twisted it back until she screamed and heard a sickening crack. Pain flared up her arm, a fire so hot it was cold. She had never felt this much pain or had been defeated so easily... she blacked out.

The ground was cold, and everything hurt. Her hips, her knees, her elbows, her arms, her neck, but the most pain, was her ribs. It was as if she was swimming... no, no, she liked swimming, yet it was swimming, just swimming in a fire. There we go, thinking is possible. If she lost her head in this, she wouldn't survive all of the injuries that she had just received.

First thing's first... annalize what injuries there are.... Her hips might have just been bruised, she down at her tattered shirt, what now didn't cover most of her waist from the ripping against the rocks, and she was correct, purple splotches adorned her hips, not a pretty color scheme, but she didn't care about that... next. Knees... they were hurt, but nothing visible could be seen... arms, she looked at them. Her right arm looked deformed, and was black and blue, blood was gathered under her skin, and she nearly barfed. She wasn't going to be able to use that for a long time... neck. It hurt, yes, but she thought that it might just be because she was focusing on pain so much, that everything seemed to hurt. Last, but certainly not least... her ribs.

She sat up and yelped. She realized that she hadn't been breathing, she was in so much pain. She breathed in, which wasn't a relief, because here came another yelp... No. She wouldn't scream like some helpless Hollywood movie star that had gotten a goddy nail chipped... She forced it down. So, overall, broken ribs, broken right arm, bruised hips, and so on. The main two though... Broken arm and ribs. Ouch.

First, for the fixable thing, the arm. Hmmm, time to take in the surroundings if she was looking for a splint... She was in a dark cell with obsidian walls. There was a crate in the corner, which had a napkin, a spoon, and a bowl of slop, and water. She was very thirsty, and her first instinct was to choke down the food and water... but something didn't quite fit. She put a hand over the water and tested what it could be like... clean, or lethal. Her mother and father had told her about their trip to Tartarus, so she knew all about untouchable water.... "It's safe." A voice interrupted her thoughts. Immediately, she started analyzing it. Female, close...sarcastic, mocking... normally, she would label any girl that she didn't know as an enemy... had she hesitated too long? The voice laughed, proving that she had, and she must have some look on her face, she quickly swiped it from all emotion.

"Who are you, what do you want? And be quick about it, unless you want to eat my sword." She spoke quickly, hoping that the girl didn't know that she was in no condition to fight. "Oh? Why do you say you are in no condition to fight?" They answered smoothly. What?! This girl was under the category of 'enemy' at the moment. I can fight if I need to. "Do you think that you can fight?"She continued. "I didn't." besides having a broken sword arm, sure. "Ooh, only a broken arm to keep you down, tough gal, yeah? I think that a few broken ribs might also be there..." "How do you-" "What? Read minds?" "Umm ya." The girl was getting on her nerves. She could feel impulse rushing through her veins. "I am the daughter of Dolos. Lord Zeus, Lord Poseidon, Lady Athena... You would make a pretty price, Cora. Carlos has done well." "What do you mean." "Oh, Cora. You are oblivious to the world around you." Phh, seriously? She bet this girl hadn't seen another goddy soul in twenty years! How would she know?