A white, bony figure rises from the freshly turned soil. It scrambles to its feet and looks at me expectantly. It has no flesh, only bone. A skeleton. It even carries a sword. A warrior.
Frank has backed away a few steps, gaping at me, but he isn't repelled by the undead monster I just summoned. In fact, the look on his face seems to show the complete opposite. He is fascinated by the skeleton warrior.
I think my commands to the skeleton. I don't know how I know what to do, but I give it a simple task.
Go find some food, then come back here.
The skeleton warrior starts heading off into the forest, its bones creaking eerily.
"What did you tell him? I think I've done something with these things before... They're just, like, familiar," Frank says as we watch it vanish into the thick of trees.
"I told him to go get us some food. Just to see if it works. And, yeah, I think I've also seen these skeleton warriors before. Strange," I reply as I sit down against a tree.
Soon, the skeleton warrior is back with a half-eaten packet of crackers.
"Wow, that thing is fast," Frank comments as he grabs the packet out of the skeleton warrior's hand.
"Well, time to get outta here," I say grimly. I give it my next command.
Show us the way out of this arena.
The skeleton starts heading in the direction of the lake. Frank looks at me and I shrug, following the skeleton warrior. We arrive at the lake, but he keeps leading us away. We stop a few times to eat a few bits of rabbit and some crackers, then keep walking.
We arrive at the place at about what I think is midnight. There is nothing beyond the ground. Even the ground, when I tentatively step on it, crumbles away and drops down into the bottomless abyss below. There is a shimmering screen of blue, and it flickers brighter when I reach out to touch it.
Frank stretches out his arm and brushes his fingers on it tentatively. A small flash of light, electricity, arcs out from the spot on the screen where he touched it, shooting up his left arm.
Frank crumples to the ground, gasping, as the electricity finally travels into the rocky ground. His eyes are distant as he manages to whisper, "Magic... I should have... known..."
Then, he closes his eyes.
"No! Frank! We need to win!" My voice rises to a shriek as I shake him repeatedly. He lies still on the rocky terrain.
Then, a flash of light appears behind me. I whip around, thinking that it was another magic screen, but there is nothing.
Except for a small package, wrapped in black cloth, with designs of swirling souls. Like those in the cloak of the man who was called Pluto.
YOU ARE READING
The Demigod Games
RandomHazel Levesque wakes up in a dark room, somewhere in an arena. She doesn't remember anything except her name. She must find and kill all the other demigods that are in the arena as her, or she will be killed and she will never see home again. What w...
