She sat on a horse made of complete fire, a cloak covering her hair and making it almost impossible to see her face. Only thing you could see is her midnight blue eyes with specks of silver and auburn. On her hip was a sword of celestial bronze and Stygian Iron. A mark of her patrons Hades and Hestia.
She rode up to the underworld palace, spirits parted the dusty path so she wouldn't run through them. Skeletons guards were waiting to open the doors to lord Hades. They knew to open it fast or they would be trampled by fire.
The warrior jumped off and conjured it back to a marking on her wrist. She walked to the throne room where Lord Hades and Lady Hestia were waiting for the teen. Kneeling, she pulled her hood off to reveal the face of Snow (Reese) Barton, Daughter of Phoebus Apollo, Champion of Hestia and Hades, Blessed by Artemis, Athena, Ares, Hermes, and Hephaestus.
"What news do you bring my champion?" Hestia asked.
"My lady, the author known as Delaney is recreating me. She's giving me a second chance," Reese told them standing. She smiled at the thought of being someone new and not a demigod constantly attacked by monsters.
Hades looked at his sister. They were losing their champion, but she did deserve normality. Hestia seemed to think the same. She nodded and they looked at the Daughter of Apollo. Disappointed at what they were going to tell her.
"Okay, but when you come back to this after life, you're achievements automatically get you to elysium. You've earned that my champion," Hades smiled. Then with a hand gesture, she was dismissed to her new life. A better one, and he knew she would come back one day.
-Time Skip to 70 years later
"Reese Barton you are sent to elysium, for your past and present achievements. But before you go, do you have any finally testimony?" King Midas asked from his throne. Reese though for a second before just smiling.
"Just take me home," the hero/prankster smirked. With a flash, she was it the most perfect looking place. She was met by friends before her recreation and after. She couldn't be happier to be among them.
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The Reese Chronicles.
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