Curse of Twins

17. Am I Dead!?!?!?

"Icara, oh my Gods! What have I done?" Percy finally snapped out of his trance, the green mist dissipated behind.

I felt him pull out his sword from my chest and press on the wound. "Someone! Help, please. Gods, please don't let her die." He started to get angry.

"You did this to her! If you gods hadn't created the stupid curse, she wouldn't have to die. Save her! I'll do anything. Please, just save her. She's my sister. After all the things, I've done for Olympus. Please." He yelled at the heavens, tears in his eyes.

"Percy... it's ok. Stop..." I whispered. He was about to say something to me but was interrupted by a voice.

"Anything, you say?" A female voice spoke out. Percy turned his to look at the source of the voice.

"Hera. What do you want?" I couldn't see the goddess but I knew she was probably using the same maniacal smile she had when Percy and I visited Olympus earlier this summer.

"I just want to help you, Perseus, but I'll need something in return." Percy looked as if he was going to tell the goddess to screw off but, he looked down at me.

"You promise to save her?"

"Yes, as soon as you complete my request."

"But, she's dying now."

"I'll put her into a comatose state, where she will not die, and when you complete your job she'll awaken, good as new." I started to grow colder.

"Percy, you don't..." I could barely speak.

"I'll do it." He ignored me or didn't hear me.

The goddess walked over to Percy and I. "I'll have to erase your memory, Percy. Otherwise the plan will not work." Percy grimaced but said nothing.

She touched both our foreheads.

I slowly felt sleepy, until I saw black.

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I fell under myself and traveled to a place under the ground, I think, where a man stood on a boat. He lifted out his hand palm up. Money. I handed him the money I had in my pocket, which happened to be drachmas. He helped me onto the boat.

"Neither living nor dead. How unfortunate." The man seemed bored saying it as he started to row down the river. I then, remembered the events that had taking place and that this was Nico's father's home, the Underworld.

"If I'm not dead, why am I here?" I asked the man whose name tag said Charon.

"You're here because of your brother. He made a deal for your life. If he succeeds, you go back to your mortal body. If he fails, you'll stay here. But, luckily this way you get to skip the death lines and go straight to judgment, in which, they'll decide where you'll spend your time here." I nodded, not sure what to say to that and a little bit shock.

We soon arrived at the Judgment Pavilion. I was introduced by a similar voice used at Olympus. "Icara Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon. Death, will be decided by a deal with Hera made by Perseus Jackson. Judged by King Minos, Thomas Jefferson, William Shakespeare, and our great Lord Hades." I stepped into the middle of the pavilion. In front of me were four judge altars.

"First, let us see what happened directly after your supposed to death." said the man that I could only guess as William Shakespeare. A screen of mist appeared on the left side of the area.

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It displayed my almost lifeless body. Man, I look awful. Percy looked very confused. "Who is she? Where am I? Is she dead? Why can't I remember anything?"