Daughter of Apollo

Twelve: I Guess This Makes Me Hells Bitch Then

"Looks like it's you and me then." Hades smiled, gesturing me into his lair. As I entered I noticed that everything had a place, neatly placed bottles stacked along a shelf, a nice row of books displayed on cobwebbed wood. Hades had a severe case of OCD.

"It appears so." I said, running my hand over the dust that formed along his walls.

"Keep your hands to yourself." He snared at me.

"Fi-" I couldn't finish what I was about to say because he grabbed my arm in a forceful manner and led me to his throne. Standing nearby was a beautiful brunette woman dressed in a dark leather dress.

"My dear," Persephone raised an eyebrow. "What is the child doing here?" Hades just rolled his eyes and threw me down on the ground.

"Apollo traded her for his freedom." His familiar dark chuckle filled the throne room.

"Of course that spaz did." Persephone smiled, helping me up from the ground. "Dear, you do not belong here." a smile was on her face. "You have friends that need you."

"I know," I thought about what to add. "Your highness."

"That's not necessary." Persephone blushed.

"Yes it is!" Hades shouted from across his throne room.

"You are free to leave dear." Persephone whispered to me only when Hades wasn't in hearing distance. She slipped a ball inside my pocket. One of Persephone's pearls!

"Hades! What are we going to do with her!"

"Excellent question my love!" Hades pondered. "How does a slave sound?" A wicked smile was etched on his face.

"Marvelous." Persephone wicked at me.

BANG! A sudden sound echoed through the throne room. Persephone was there holding a piece of iron.

"That should give you enough time to get back to camp.

"Thank you." I paused again. "Your highness."

Blue smoke engulfed me as I thought of the place I wanted to go; Camp Half-Blood. I wanted to see my friends, I wanted to tell them what happened and how I escaped.

"Oh!" A feminine voice called as I landed on the ground with a grunt. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I groaned getting up from the ground. "I'm fin-"

"Ivy?" I turned around to see Brooke, the Aphrodite girl that was with Miles.

"Brooke." I smiled kindly. "Where is everyone?"

"A meeting with Mr. D ov-"

"Thank you!" I smiled, running toward Mr. D's cabin.

"WE HAVE TO SAVE IVY!" I heard Miles shout in the cabin, "WE HAVE TO GO BACK DOWN TO THE-"
"Enough!" Mr. D shouted, "SHE'S GONE LOGAN!"

"Who is!" I charged into the cabin, my hair and my clothes tattered.

"Whitmore?" They asked at the same time.

"Ivy!" Haylen shouted, pushing his way to me. "How did you get away from Hades?"

"Persephone-" I grunted at the sudden sharp pain in my leg, I must have cut it when Hades pushed me down. "She helped me."

"Ivy." Miles gave me a strong hug not wanting to let me go. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you."

"It's okay Logan." I smiled, "I missed you too, you dork."

"I didn't-"

"Shut it." I laughed.

The rest of the summer was pretty much a blur; nothing out of the ordinary has happened and the weather has gone back to normal. I've been getting messages from Apollo; an apology for what he did.