𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕: [=> denoting an animal used for pulling heavy loads]
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𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 get used by their parents, be it quests or other missions. Heros face dangers to receive the attention and the glory of the greek gods. Eventhough in the end...
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HELEN WASN'T A PERSON TO BE scared easily, but it was the darkness of the Underworld that made her heart never come down from its race. The girl was slumped in a cold, damp cell. The walls were rough and jagged, dripping with condensation, and the air was thick with the stench of decay.
On her lap layed Steve, his hands clutched around his waist. Their bodys were weak from the lack of food and sleep. The stone floor beneath them was cold and hard, adding to their physical discomfort. But it was the emotional pain that tortured Helen the most.
"It's okay Stevie." she whispered when she heard the whimper of the boy.
"Someone's gonna find us. We'll get out!" she said reassuringly but didn't even believe her own words. The memories of Ian death replays in her mind like a relentless nightmare. She sees Ian's determined face as he tried to protect her, the light fading from his eyes as he took his last breath.
"I'm sorry Helen." Steve whispered, his voice breaking as he chokes on a sob.
"I'm sorry I can't make it. I can't-.." he never ended his sentence, when he lost conscience. Helen felt utterly alone, abandoned in this place of darkness and despair. Her mind was a whirlwind of guilt and sorrow, each thought more painful than the last.
She can hear the faint footsteps of Hades' minions patrolling the corridor outside her cell. Every now and then, she catches glimpses of their shadowy forms, their cold eyes watching her with amusement.
"How does it feel, little demigod, to be so utterly helpless? To have failed so spectacularly?" A voice said and Helen shook her head.
"You think you can walk around here and steal from me? You're no better than my dear family." He steps closer, his presence suffocating and oppressive.
"Tell me where my helmet is." He said and Helen shook her head.
"I don't know about a helmet!" She said, her voice high pitched. She wasn't lying.
