Future Of Olympus; Freedom

I GET IN A HECK A LOT OF TROUBLE

AZARIAH --- POV---

    In my defense, I was confused. Like what would you do if you were me?
But before I freak you out by me saying I like to kill ppl, I mean monster ppl. Not like everyday folks... Anyway back to the point. I am like any other half blood out there. I go get trained for the summer, while butt kicking and screaming the hell out of the monsters. But life after that? It sucked. I'm dyslexic and ADHD so it was practically impossible to be a good student or a nephew. (BTW I live with my uncle G. Yea. Uncle G.) After mom's death, I was really misplaced and ended up in Camp Jupiter. However, something happened and I ended up in camp half blood.
    Anyway back to my beat up. I was just going to school when I heard a yell. Now me being me decided to walk away cause it has nothing to do with me. (Yea. Like a man I walked away). Just when I got inside the elevator I guessed something happened cause I was at this random Lair. I could tell it was underground because it stunk of rotten socks.
    Besides, it was dark.
    Anyway, like an idiot I walked thinking Hey! This is like watching the Hunger Games in horror version. While my un-ADHD brain kept on telling me to pull out Bloodshed. So being the man I was I walked with Bloodshed in my right hand.      
       My nondomestic hand.

Yes...Axton...yes.... A voice echoed in the empty path in front of me. (At this point even my ADHD brain was telling me to back off.) But something kept tugging me to the empty halls in front of me.
Axssstonnnnn....you know I have your sssiiiiisssster with meee...don't you want to ssseeee herrr? Shhheeee misssesss youuuu.

     I guess that was all that she had to do cause I followed her instructions even though I knew that she was dead and even Hades couldn't bring her back cause she is still half alive.
     Her spirits lurk like a ghost. (As Nico told me before) She is till walking on the halls of our old home looking for a family that is far gone. I lean in to get rid of the old pictures of mom, Ashley and me out of my head. Ashley was such a beautiful girl. Wonderful. Her bright blonde hair always in a ponytail, her favorite orange hair band and clip, her cute little smile glossing of off her beautiful features. Mom holding me close as if to stitch back a smile. Her tight grip on my shoulders when she would tell me Never turn back... Did she mean that moment? Is there ever the slightest chance that I would be able Ashley back?
That was All I could think of. Without batting an eye I ran for the darkness.
 
     Every step that I took filled me with worries and threats to say this is all fake. Every ounce of memory grabs my heart like a victim. The memories of our happiness glare in front of me, moms lovely golden hair tucked behind the ears. Every picture, every sound of memory inspires my step to doom.

Another battle awaits you....
    
     And with that, I fell down throbbing for breath and gashing with blood. Anger swarming through my veins. Mom and Ashley's death, my losses, the pain that follow me to sleep every night relives. I jolt with lightning. A strike so powerful I blackout.