Maze of Memories

Years

When I woke up I was chained to the wall. I didn't recognise the room I was inn, but I recognised the walls. The black walls that were cool to the touch, a wall that looked like mist, that turned gradually into real walls. I remember these walls; I had fought Atlas near this place last winter. I was chained inside the temple on top of mount Othrys. In the middle of the end of the room I saw it. The gold sarcophagus. The pieces of Kronos.

A voice filled the room, it was a soft voice, but full of malice. I turned in the direction of the voice, there was the emphusai cheerleader: Kelli. "Well, well, the bastard is awake." Her voice was soothing, but full of eager.

"We are going to have some fun together..." She said as she traced my chin with her sharp nail. A trail of blood leaked out from the cut she had just made. "Ill have my fun with you until Luke gets here."

Kelli's eyes glinted with a sadistic delight as she observed me in my restrained form. She circled me slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. With a smirk, she trailed her fingers lightly along the chains that bound me.

"You know," she purred, her voice dripping with venom, "I've been waiting for this moment for quite some time. To have the great Odin, son of Artemis, at my mercy... it's almost too delicious to bear."

"Let's start with something simple," she whispered, before delivering a sharp lash across my chest, leaving a welt in its wake. I gritted my teeth against the pain, refusing to give her the satisfaction of hearing me cry out.

But Kelli only laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, you're going to be so much fun," she cooed, trailing her sharp nails, tracing patterns of agony wherever it touched me.

For what felt like an eternity, Kelli tortured me, each strike more brutal than the last. But through it all, I remained defiant. And as the hours passed and Kelli's cruelty knew no bounds, I vowed silently to myself that he would endure whatever she threw my way, for I knew that my friends would come for me, and when they did, I would be ready.

Just as I braced myself for another round of torment, the heavy atmosphere in the chamber shifted. There was a new presence, one that carried with it a sense of foreboding and danger. I strained against my restraints, trying to catch a glimpse of who had entered the room.

Then, with a chilling smirk, Luke Castellan stepped into view, accompanied by Marie. My heart sank at the sight of them, knowing that Luke's arrival only meant more pain and suffering.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Luke sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice as he took in the scene before him. "It looks like dear old Odin has fallen into our trap."

Marie stood beside him, her expression torn between reluctance and apprehension. I could see the conflict in her eyes as she glanced between me and Kelli, as if unsure of what to do.

"Marie, darling, don't be shy," Luke coaxed, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Join in on the fun. After all, we wouldn't want to keep our guest waiting."

But to my surprise, Marie hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Luke, I... I don't know if this is a good idea," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke's smirk widened into a cruel grin as he stepped closer to me, ignoring Marie's protests. "Oh, come on, Marie," he taunted, reaching out to caress my cheek with a gloved hand. "Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, watching Odin squirm is always entertaining."

My muscles tensed as Luke's touch sent a jolt of pain through me, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. Instead, I locked eyes with Marie, silently pleading for her to find the strength to stand up to Luke.