Ransom

Chapter 3: Castor Winehouse

Allie was beautiful. When Castor says beautiful, he means beautiful. He couldn't believe his eyes when she appeared in Elysium. And then he found out that she was a legendary fighter who didn't have a type? SCORE!

She was sweet, kind, funny, caring, selfless, and she was the daughter of two of the most powerful Olympian gods. He honestly thought that a goddess had somehow died and appeared in Elysium when she came. She had radiated such power; Allie was the center of attention when she appeared in Elysium.

To make matters even better, she didn't seem to mind him. In fact, when running out of what was left of Elysium, she only stopped to grab him. She could have grabbed anyone, but she chose Castor.

Allie protected him and he tried his best to protect her. He had never been much of a fighter, but he tried his best since he had taken lessons.

When Elysium hadn't been overrun, Castor had asked the original Perseus to teach him how to use a sword. He had picked up a few useful tactics, and not just in swords-fighting. Castor didn't think that the training was necessary, but something inside of him told him to train. And thank the gods that he had listened for once.

As Allie and Castor rode in the elevator up to the mortal world, they squeezed the door shut with their bodies. "I hope that this works." Castor mumbled. Only a few more minutes...

The arai clawed at the door and tried to open it. They had encountered Allie when she had been in Tartarus before, and they were not happy to see her again.

"Two more minutes!" Allie told him. Castor nodded as he held the door shut. Their faces were mere centimeters from each other. Castor thought to himself: What if I just leant in?

Maybe another time he would kiss her, because now was not the right time. Castor would kiss her soon. He just has to find the right time. If Castor had learned one thing while in Elysium, it was that he loved Allie White.

He watched her as she focused on holding the door shut. She had permanent scars on her neck from where the Scythian Dracanae bit her.

When the two of them encountered the Scythian Dracanae in Tartarus, she had froze. Castor killed them while Allie stared at them, fear visible in her eyes and tears that threatened to spill.

Castor had lowered her to the ground and held her close. "It's okay, they're gone." He had told her while he embraced her. Allie nodded while burying her face in his chest. In that moment, Castor realized that even the bravest of people had their fears.

Back in reality, the doors made a ding noise and opened. Castor and Allie spilled out onto the ground.

They laid there for a few minutes, shocked that they were back in the land of the living. "It worked!" Castor exclaimed with a smile. "Told you!" Allie said as she playfully punched his arm with a smile just as big as his. He smiled sheepishly and then asked "What do we do now?"

Allie took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling above them. "I don't know." She responded. "Should we go back to Camp Half-Blood?" Castor asked her.

"Sounds like a plan." Allie said as she stood and offered him a hand. Castor accepted her hand and stood up. "How do we get out of here?" He asked.

"Follow me." Allie said as she drew her sword and started forward. Castor unsheathed his own sword and followed suit. "Sh." Allie said while holding a finger to her lips. She had stopped before turning a corner.

Allie had told him while in Tartarus that she had been weakened by the Scythian Dracanae bite. Her powers lost some of its, well, power. She had to build her powers back up to their original standards that they were before she had died.

Allie turned the corner with her sword held out in front of her, prepared to attack. Castor followed her and saw that there was a hellhound sleeping in the center of the hallway. It was only a puppy. Allie walked forward and stabbed it's heart.

They walked down the hallway together with their swords drawn. Perseus told him that he had improved tremendously since they had started practicing togeether at their last practice. Castor wondered if and hoped that he was alright.

After a while of walking, they saw sunlight ahead. They looked at each other and darted forward. Once they got outside, they stood there for a moment, basking in the sunlight. Castor had never loved the sun more than he did right then.

So, of course, something had to ruin their moment. There was a growl heard behind them. An adult hellhound stood behind them, ready to pounce. Castor leapt forward and killed the hellhound instantly. "Thanks," Allie said.

"No, thank you." Castor said while beaming. Allie shook her head while smiling at him. She walked forward. Castor ran a few steps and caught up to her. She had sheathed her sword, and so he did as well.

Castor debated what he was about to do, but figured he had nothing to loose, so he did it. He held her hand. She looked down at their hands, smiled slightly, and continued to walk.

Castor wanted to kiss her right then and there. She was so beautiful. He thought of her beauty very often, and sometimes he thought it was funny that that was what he thought of. Castor had plenty of other things to worry about, but instead, he thought about how beautiful she was. If somebody could read his mind, man would he be embarrassed.

As they walked hand in hand, Castor made a white flower grow a few steps ahead. He bent down and plucked it from the ground. Castor stopped Allie from walking.

He pushed back her hair and put the flower behind her ear. She smiled that beautiful, small smile of hers and blushed while staring at the ground. Castor then tilted her face upwards so that he could look into her eyes. Her big blue eyes stared at him with an emotion that he wasn't sure of. He wanted to think that it was love, but he wasn't sure.

She searched his eyes and he searched hers. If time could stop right here, he would love it. His hand rested lightly on her cheek.

Castor started to lean in and so did she. Their lips finally touched. He only brushed her lips lightly, but that was enough for him to realize that she felt the same way towards him.

He pulled back to see her face. She stared at his face while wearing a smile. He stared at her lips hungrily, and she to his.

Castor smiled and pulled her in again. They stood in a patch of flowers with the wind blowing slightly and they kissed. This was the moment that he wanted to live in for the rest of his life.

CALLIE FLUFF!!
yup, Callie, i ship it <3
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