Choas's Captain

Give Us What We Want

Alpha

The bright light faded.
Constantine, primortial of the fair folk and fresh water faded.
I felt different after Constantine faded. I felt stronger. I looked at my arms. They were swirled in silver tattoos. "OH MY GODS MOMS GOING TO KILL ME!!" Percy Jr. screamed. I looked at him. He had silver tattoos on his face and arms, wait did I have them on my face. Black sat up, his body decorated in silver tattoos. His eyes silver like the moon. He glowed slightly. A pair of silver wings unfolded behind him. "Oh my chaos." Felix gasped, and Black looked behind him.

Lets just say he took the wings really well. Byt they sucked on the way up. You cant fly up and out of the drop to tartarous. Black tried. His fifteen foot wingspan working powerfully. But tartarous gravity dragging him down. So we ended up climbing. Fun.

The magic rope helped alot dragging us up every now and then. Normally I could climb two miles up. But this was twenty miles up. It was tiring but I was only sweating the last part of the climb, wonderfull.

It was actually amazing, I wasnt sore at all. Mabey alittle, but not as much as I should be. All the others had similar tattoos, but different patterns.
Black had a feather design, Felix had a jeweld design. Percy Jr. had a water design. Skull had well a bone design. And Nico had a skull design. But they were all silver, and streached over our bodies.
Radar crawled off of Felix's shoulder and onto the ground swirching to a pure silver unicorn.

Wait he always used to be black; I guess Constantine blessed him too. Blacks hair held a silver streak in it. We traveled back to camp in silence.
The stolls said theyd make a cabin it stood chimminey smoking. I walked inside second. Black first.

We were greated by smashed chairs. And a broken mirror. A golden amulet glowed faintly blood splattered the walls. Black glowed faintly silver. Their was a leather necklace on the table with a shell. The shell Percy Jackson gave Annabeth.

"Its the gods." Skull growled, as he smeared some of the blood on his fingers. I looled at Black who held the unfamiliar golden amulet. Staring at blood forming words on the wall.
"Who's blood is that?" Black asked, fists clenched. Another strand of his hair turned silver. Skull went forward. "Vals." He said after a pause. Whipping the blood on his pants.

You want them back give us Percy Jackson and Oz.