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BOOK TWO OF THREE !!!
Mitchell didn't expect to wake up from a nightmare, only to find himself in a real one. When he finds Percy's bed empty in the middle of the night, he freaks out.
Mitchell will do whatever it tak...
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THE DOORS OF DEATH OPENER WITH A HISS. Black smoke billowed out, and two bodies spilled face-first onto the floor — Percy and Mitchell, limp as corpses.
Mitchell rose his head, but his once beautifully glimmering eyes were now golden and terrified. He was too far away for the others to hear, but he let out a strangled noise.
Clytius, a giant created by Gaia to absorb and defeat Hecate's magic, lifted his massive reptilian foot over Percy's head. The giant's smoky shroud poured over the floor, covering Mitchell and Percy in a pool of dark fog.
"No," Mitchell moaned. He squirmed and shuffled until he found himself right next to Percy. He didn't know what he was going, but he knew he needed comfort. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body slumped against Percy's.
Sadly, a few seconds later, Mitchell lurched like he'd hit a power line. He rolled on his back, black smoke coiling from his mouth. "I am not Pasipha." He spoke in a voice that wasn't his — the words as deep as a bass guitar. "You have won nothing."
Barely, Mitchell heard the sound of Hazel yelling: "Stop that!"
Mitchell clawed at his throat and chest, feeling his life slip away slowly. He felt his eyes fall droopy and his skin turn chillingly cold. Whatever Clytius was doing, pulling words from his mouth — it was killing him.
Clytius nudged Percy's head with his foot. Percy's face lolled to one side. "Not quite dead." The giant's words boomed from Percy's mouth. "A terrible shock to the mortal body, I would imagine, coming back from Tartarus. They'll be out for a while?" He turned his attention back to Mitchell. More smoke poured from between his lips. "I'll tie them up and take them to Porphyrion in Athens. Just the sacrifice we need. Unfortunately, that means I have no further use for you two."
Mitchell shook his head and squirmed, "no," he moaned again. He felt his body heat up like he had a fever, and he started to pull at his clothes, but his skin felt cold to the touch. Was he boiling hot or freezing cold? He hated that his body had decided to be a little special in its last moments of life and chose both.
"Oh, yeah?" Leo growled. "Well, maybe you got the smoke, buddy, but I've got the fire." His hands blazed. He shot white-hot columns of flame at the giant, but Clytius's smoky aura absorbed them on impact. Tendrils of black haze travelled back up the lines of fire, snuffing out the light and heat and covering Leo in darkness. Leo fell to his knees, clutching at his throat.
"No!" Hazel ran towards him, but someone . . . or something chattered urgently on her shoulder — a clear warning.
"I would not." Clytius's voice reverberated from Leo's mouth. "You do not understand, Hazel Levesque. I devour magic. I destroy the voice and the soul. You cannot oppose me." Black fog spread further across the room, covering Mitchell and Percy, billowing towards Hazel.
