Ba bump.
Ba bump.
Ba bump.
My heart was racing, the wind rushing through my long mane of pure black. Fire had replaced the blood in my veins and my lungs burned with every breath I managed to catch.
So close.
Too close.
Almost there.
I flung myself off the edge of the grey cliff, what was below me, I wasn't sure. But I was about to find out. Then everything went black.
"Ivory." My name was called out to me in the eternal pitch of night. I tried, but I couldn't answer.
"Ivory!" The voice was becoming more urgent, "Ivory! Wake up! Wake up!"
I sat up quickly, taking in heaving breaths. My brother, Jinx, was looking up at me with big, pure dark eyes. "We gotta go!" he exclaimed, tugging on my sleeve. My thirteen year old sister, Mallory, had her throwing stars in her hand and her backpack hanging off one shoulder, prepared to leave at a moment's notice.
A loud bang came from the room directly above mine, and debris from the ceiling crumbled into my head.
As quick as I possibly could, I grabbed my black knapsack which I always had packed for emergencies just like this one, and my Stygian iron sword. I sheathed it in my black belt, (which I had slept in) and grabbed Jinx's hand.
As the three of us sprinted towards the front doors of the palace in the Underworld, I yelled, "Don't let go, Jinx!"
And with that, I did what my father had taught me years ago. Shadow-travel.
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We were standing in a dark alleyway. It was nighttime in New York, and dangerous for Demigods like Jinx, Mallory and I. After a moment, Mallory appeared, standing right beside me. Jinx suddenly yanked on the door of an older Café, which swung open easily. We silently snuck inside, closing the door behind us.
I set my bag down on a table, and flopping onto one of the booths. Jinx curled into a ball beside me. He looked up at me with those young, honest eyes. They matched perfectly with his black curls that fell into them if we left them long enough. Mallory sat beside him, her long black longs fell all around her as she examined one of her stars. She too had dark eyes, but her's were more calculating than Jinx's were.
I rested my head on the cold metal of the table and closed my eyes. I wonder what's happening down there.
Hopefully, everyone was alright, but I knew better than to kid myself. As the oldest child of Thanatos, I had inherited some talents. I could sense death, and at that moment it hung heavy in the air.
But sleep finally crept up on me like death does itself, and when it did, I was pulled back into the dreamworld.
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Death's Daughter (A PJO/HoO Fanfic)
Fanfic*A PJO/HoO Fanfic* Ivory and her younger siblings, Jinx and Mallory, and the only children of Thanatos. But when an attack on the Underworld forces the three of them to travel to New York City, they meet the Demigods of Camp Half-Blood. One more thi...
