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Jason's pov
The longer Jason looked into the storm of darkness, the less he wanted to got there.It could be hiding anything---an ocean, a bottomless pit, an army of monsters.But if Hades shrinewas in that direction, it was their only chance to get home.
He peered over the edge of the cliff.
"We could fly." He muttered to Piper.
"Maybe not a good idea." Piper pointed. Above them dark winged shapes spiraled in and out of the blood colored clouds.
He couldn't see the empousai below them anymore. They'd disappeared behind one of the ridges, but that didn't matter. It was clear to Piper and him where they needed to go.
As they started down the cliff, Jason concentrated on the challenge at hand: Keeping his footage, avoiding rock-slides that would alert the empousai to their presence, and of course making sure Piper and him didn't plummet to their deaths.
About half way down the precipice, Piper said, "Stop, okay? Just a quick break."
Her legs wobbled so badly, Jason cursed himself for not calling a rest earlier.
They sat together on a ledge next to a roaring fire waterfall. Jason put his arm around Piper, and she leaned against him, shaking with exhaustion.
He wasn't much better. His stomach felt like it had shrunk to the size of a gumdrop.If they came across any more monster carcasses, he was afraid he might pull a empousa and try to devour it.
At least he had Piper. They would find a way out of Tartarus. They had to. He didn't think much about fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing. Piper and him were supposed to be together. They had survived so much to get killed now.
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