Whispers Of The Underworld

💀🌹Chapter 7🌹💀

Andre's eyes snapped open, but he found himself still lying in Apollo's bed, the soft moonlight filtering through the window. His heart raced with a sudden unease as he looked around the room. Apollo and Artemis were nowhere to be seen, their comforting presence absent.

Sitting up, Andre called out their names, his voice echoing slightly in the silence. There was no reply, only an eerie stillness that hung heavy in the air. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, the cool floor chilling his bare feet.

Leaving the safety of the room, Andre ventured into the hallway, his steps cautious yet urgent. He checked other rooms and corridors, but all he found was emptiness. The usually bustling Mount Olympus was deserted, devoid of its divine inhabitants.

"Andre!" The thunderous voice of Zeus reverberated through the palace, causing Andre to jump in fright. The ground beneath him seemed to tremble with each booming call. Panic surged through him as he turned and ran, his heart pounding in his chest.

The corridors twisted and turned, a maze that seemed to shift with every frantic step Andre took. He could hear Zeus's voice growing louder behind him, filled with anger and determination. "Come back here, Andre!" Zeus bellowed, the sound reverberating off the walls.

Fear gripped Andre's chest like a vice as he realized he was trapped. The walls closed in around him, their grandeur turning into a suffocating labyrinth. He tried to find a way out, but every path seemed to lead to a dead end or loop back upon itself.

Zeus's voice echoed through the maze, drawing closer with each passing moment. Andre's breath came in shallow gasps as he desperately searched for an escape route. Shadows danced on the walls, casting eerie shapes that seemed to mock his plight.

Suddenly, he felt a cold dread settle over him as a towering figure loomed ahead in the shadows. It was Zeus, his presence casting a dark pall over the maze. Andre froze, his legs refusing to move as Zeus closed the distance between them.

"Andre," Zeus's voice was cold and menacing, sending chills down Andre's spine. "You can't hide from me."

With a surge of terror, Andre turned and ran in the opposite direction, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. But no matter how fast he ran, Zeus's voice pursued him relentlessly, filling him with dread and despair.

The maze seemed to twist and turn endlessly, trapping him in its nightmarish embrace. Andre's heart hammered in his chest as he stumbled and fell, the cold stone floor scraping against his palms. Tears stung his eyes as he struggled to get up, his breath ragged and labored.

Just as Zeus's hand closed around his arm, Andre jerked awake, gasping for air. He found himself back in Apollo's bed, the moonlight still softly illuminating the room. It took him a moment to realize it had all been a horrific dream, but the fear lingered like a ghost in the darkness.

He buried his face in his hands, trying to steady his racing heart. The nightmare had felt so real, so suffocatingly vivid. It was a stark reminder of the constant threat he faced in Zeus's domain, a reminder that even in sleep, there was no escape from the torment of his reality.

Andre woke with a start, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The remnants of his nightmare clung to his mind like a heavy fog, the echoes of Zeus's voice still ringing in his ears. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the lingering fear that gripped him.

Sitting up in bed, Andre rubbed his eyes, feeling disoriented and vulnerable. The moonlight bathed the room in a soft glow, casting gentle shadows across the walls. He was back in Apollo's room, safe from the horrors of his dream.

Beside him, Apollo stirred, sensing Andre's distress. He woke with a slight frown, concern etched on his features. "Andre?" he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.