The Second Legion

Prison

Cora was tired of the prison. The slimy darkness, and intoxicating smell, was drowning out her senses. The slow drip-drop of water that Cora had annalized and tasted that was clean, that headed into her cup, was the only noise that echoed around the cave, it slowly was driving her insane. She could no longer hear tiny noises.

Every day, Zarah would come with a roll, a 2 by 2 roll, in all its stale and moldy glory, for food. To last the entire day. Let's just say that Cora was a stick, and was now 65 pounds. She could no longer taste anything.

Cora's hands were dry and scabbed from the long hours of digging. Did it serve her purpose? Did she endure the pain for a good cause? The answer to both? No. She was never going to get out of here, her plan wouldn't work. Don't tell me that her hands stopped being able to feel different textures! Sorry... just Cora's luck. The luck of a half-blood, so in answer... Did her hands lose feeling? And are not able to feel different textures? Yes. Cora's feeling was slowly decreasing, because of the number of scabs on her hands. She could no longer feel textures.

The smells of the rotting flesh, that Zarah slipped in as a reward for not attempting to kill her and would stay in the same space for days, and that smelled terrible, was slowly eating away at her sense of smell. Cora could no longer smell anything.

The dim lighting, which came only at certain times of day, was straining her eyes and making them less sensitive. She could no longer see many things.

Cora was losing her senses. Yet she had not yet lost her head. Cora wondered if she was just outside what she would do and what she would be doing at camp.

Pia followed Thalia. Deep into the underworld. Through the brush, water, trash, and diluted souls. Finally, they reached a bridge made of pure sculls, where a girl wearing a black velvet cape, with gold lining and a gold chain connecting the two sides. She wore matching black silk pants, with her hair tied up in a high ponytail. A golden leaf clip adorned it. She had long silky, hazel hair, with dark green eyes. Her skin was pale from never seeing the sun, and she was skinny from not eating a lot.

A shriek emerged from the cave behind the girl. The girl did not flinch or look at the two. With a quick hand signal to the guards, she went inside, and they barred the entrance.

"Ok, there are two guards, and two of us. We can each have one. Got it?"

"Oh! Umm, I don't really know how to, Ummm.. hehe... kill something."

"What?"

"Yeah..."

"It'll come to you when it's the right time."

"Umm ok."

Thalia notched an arrow and took down the first, and second without a sound. "Wow. You are really good!"

"Thanks, but I've had a lot of practice."

They crept inside the cave, it was obsidian looking, and was very slick. The smell of rotting flesh burned the inside of their noses, and the two pulled their shirts up to their noses. How could anyone smell anything like that without coverage of their noses?

"AWAY FROM ME!" A voice yelled. Instantly, Pia recognized it. It was Cora's, but it was full of so much pain and longing. It was scratched and sounded like she was using all of her force to say it. Pia and Thalia knew the way to go after they heard the scream. They ran, fast and Pia ran as fast as she could as she wanted to see her sister. They ran until they saw her. Laying on the floor as a hydra hovered over her sister. Thalia pulled out her bow and caustically stepped forward. Pulling out an arrow from a different pouch. This one was on greek fire.