What if our favorite descendants were born in the world Once Upon A Time? How would their lives had been different? how would they have met? how would they get along and how would this all change during the curse? Might contain slight violence, gor...
The air was cool and the sky was red one Saturday morning in the underworld as Mal ran around with her little brother and some of the dead children that lingered in the underworld. She was 10 (almost 11) and Hadie was 2 (almost 3), and they were staying with their father for the weekend-- their father, who was "busy".
Since Hades was busy running around and doing his job of running the underworld, he had left his giant Cerberus -- who Mal fondly nicknamed spot-- in charge of watching both of hid kids and making sure none of the dead folk tried anything. None of them had, but Spot was taking his job very seriously-- not taking his eyes off of the tiny demigods. Or well, not taking his eyes off of them until he saw it-- a small, flying ball of blue smoke with what appeared to be eyes.
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He chased after it, barking loudly-- drawing Hadie's attention. The toddler giggled and chased after him, leaving an oblivious Mal behind. The little girl was spray painting a wall-- after growing bored of playing with the dead kids and her brother-- when a blue portal opened up beneath her feet.
The demigoddess let out a high pitched scream as she fell through it, dropping her paint cans which clanged as they hit the ground where Mal had been not a second before. Spot ran back over, but it was too late. There was no sign of Mal other than her spray cans.
"Ow!" Mal whined as she landed on the hard, gravelly ground. It was so dark that she couldn't even see her hand infront of her own face. "Where am I?" Her voice echoed, giving her a vague idea of the answer.
'Maybe I'm in a cave?'
"What am I doing here?" She asked allowed, not expecting an answer. And she didn't get one. Not really. All that happened was a glowing blue path appearing infront of her. Mal sighed, pushing herself up-- barely able to see anything at all.
"Well, this is probably a trap, but I'll go along with it because I don't have any other choice"
She marched forward-- down the path, looking around. Desperately trying to see what was going on with no luck whatsoever.
After what felt like forever, she stumbled a upon a dark room with weapons. Intricately crafted and designed weapons that were suspended in mind air, illuminated by a faint light. Mal hesitantly moved forward, looking around for traps and other dangers. She found none, even when she got close to the weapons. Even when she picked one up.
It was a long, jagged sword with a light green blade and a purple dragon handle. The words 'O drákos Pou anapnéefotía' were engraved in the blade, strangely neat, and she got a strange feeling when she picked it up.
The world seemed to slow down as the wind picked up, the air got hotter, and blue flames surrounded her-- sending her back to the underworld, where her father immediately pounced on her. Asking where she had been for the past hour.
