Running, running, running. I can't feel my legs. My robe gets stuck on the stairs as I use my scythe as a cane for my sprained ankle. I can almost see the light as I'm running up the stairwell."GRIIIIM GET BACK HERE" I hear master Hades shout. I would do it this time I would escape I need to see my brother, I need to be normal. I want to see the camp. Thats when my foot touches light and I sink to the ground sobbing with relief. I could finally shadow travel out. No hellhounds, no Spirits, and thankfully no angry master on my tail. I open the leather pouch on the right pocket of my robe and take out a square of ambrosia. I pop it into my mouth before standing up and limping over to a shaded tree I look around to see if anyone is looking my way. Thank the gods no one is. I mean I must be one hell of a sight. My long brown hair flowing about me my robe that centers me the Grim Reaper. My sharp scythe rested on my shoulder. I love my scythe it's engraved with skulls in every corner it's sharp Stygian ice. I tap the smallest skull and it turns into a tattoo of a vine curling up my fingers until it stops at the point of my emerald cat eyes. I walk up to a weeping willow tree and walk straight into the shadows. It feels like my face is peeling of my I love it any way. I jump out at a huge pine tree. I was about to walk up to the camp when I remembered my robe I take it off to revel jean shorts a black tank top and blue converse. Before I left I had Master Hades put a folding spell on it I folded it over and over and over again until it was as small and as thin as my finger nail. I stuff it into my pocket and stepped into camp.
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Grim Set Free
RandomThe grim reaper is 17 years old she's Been 17 sense world war 2. Her true father, Poseidon send her to live in the underworld keep her safe. She was turned into the Grim Reaper. One day Hades tells her about her brother Percy Jackson. Grim manages...
