The New Moon, Son of Artemis.Getting Settled.

Say no to hospitals

Sorry I did not update sooner. Thank you for reading!

The dreams were worse than normal. I always have bad ones if I'm not by the Promethius shrine but this was the worst. I got my soul back. The graves I've dug, and not of monsters, is enough to take a state of nothing but cemetarys. I have not always been the cheery happy me that I am proving to be now. My soul would tear itself apart. I was given some back, but if I lose it then nowhere is safe. But with all of it back, nowhere would be safe. I met my mother, face to face. Hell hath no fury like a womans scourn my ass, this was Hell's hathed fury. The brutality was horrific, an army of Gaea rose and I had to fight, I was a one man army. Then I was comforted, but the truth was then revealed. My very soul gave me a house call. Just seeing it was agonizing. The winds whipped from the east and fire rose around me.

Ankhiale, the titanes of Fire burrned out the rest of my soul and the rage was unquenchible. Just for Eurybia to put it out and the salt of the sea to rinse my mind and for Epimetheus to plage my mind with his scorn. Iapetus stole my mortality just for Hecate to sear it back into me. There was nothing like the pain of this vison to put me to my place. Every titan gave me pain, then I was thrown in front of both Chronos and Promethius. Then Promethius turned his back to me and Chronos smiled, wondering about how to make me suffer, Then he gave me thosands of years of torment, he gave me all of the time in the world and then corupted it to mallisious destruction. I felt the struggle of Atlas and the fall of the titan king.

Then the final beating. I was laid in front of Promethius for one last time, I could feel the pain of Hell, or he could. He took my bent and batterd figure and chained my to the rock himself. Chronos made my seconds hours and my days years taking everything but the pain. Pure, undiluted pain. The suffering carried on and on further as the pain of the underworld was taken upon me. I have walked through Tartarus on my own, I have slayed armies, but this was willing punishment. The punishment that is only for treason against the gods and for the ones who have had nothing but a life of sin and hate.

This was worth an eternity but a woke up. I felt like the gods could have died of age before I could see, my head hurt too much. I looked down at my clothing, it was different. I was in surgery clothing. just a line of cloth between me and the rest of existance, not a comforting thought. Yet my katana style blade was still in my hand. I never used my katana though, the hilt was encased in imperial gold. Just holding it drained my life and energy. I checked my surroundings, I was in the woods. Sad to say this is not the oddest place that I have woken up in. I felt numb all over, I've been drugged recently. I was covered in blood, and so was my blade. Where were my other weapons?

My question was answered, Sophie walked to the clearing I was in holding my bow, and had some hares hanging from her belt. She had hunted. When she saw that I was awake she yelped and drew the bow on me, sighting for my heart. The arrow had Imperial gold in it's tip, I would die painfuly. "Will you kill me..." Sophie asked quietly. "I wand to ask you the same question." I replied. an assortment of my weapons wer behind her, strapped to her back though not all. "What happend to me? Why do you feel the need to draw arms against me?" Her face softened at some form of understanding. "Jack, how much do you remember?" Good question Sophie. "Titans, they tortured me. Painfully and slowly. I can still feel some of the pain. If I felt all of it I would die instantly." She sat down, still subconsciously keeping at a safe distance. "Jack, you had to be airlifted to an EMF, you were at the twenty ninth floor, the facility had thirty. You made your way out, killing everybody on the floors you went to. Before that though, well, you flatlined. You died but then you got up and made your way down. There were about seven survivors in total. I'm one of them. You tried to kill me, but every time before your sword hit me you would scream and fall to your knees. I gave you the Katana, the imperial gold slowed you down. Those burns on your hand are second degree. You will have to use your left hand for awhile. You are also a wanted criminal in only fifty states." "New record then." I said. When I'm stressed I'm a smart mouth. I can't help it, I am not a social creature. "I will only need a little bit of time for my hand. I heal fast and can use some things on it to speed up the healing. We need to see my informant." "Jack, I still need to speak. I have my bad luck back. You died so I got it back. But less this time. Also, you were out for just over a week. And lastly, I read a few documents from camp, I think the doors of death are beginning to reopen. Not like they were open before and it was almost instant but it is faster." Good gods, if Geae was awake again, no, I know why they are opening. But I need confirmation. "We need to see him, my informant. Now." I'll fly us, it will be faster."