Curse Of The Gods

Chapter 3

The metal clashed with an intense fury. The two brothers circled each other like hungry lions, flexing their weapons intimidatingly. The man on the left far corner smirked. He raised his weapon, only to strike his opponents shield.  

"Is that the best you can do, brother?" The blonde man cried, having an excited gleam in his eyes. He pounced forward and continued to spar with his opponent, never missing a single movement. He was an excellent swordsman. But so was his brother.  

 "Stop playing around Poseidon. I have things to attend to after I win," Hades gave his brother an arrogant smile before freeing his sword and raising it high above him.  

"Now peasant, do you defy me?" Hades boomed in a mocking deep voice, a playful glint in his eyes. Poseidon caught on quite quickly with the charade. He dropped his weapons and hunched down in a mock fearful manor.  

 "Please my lord, have mercy!" Poseidon screeched, making his brother grin. Hades took a step forward and pointed the tip of his sword at the base of Poseidon's throat. His brother comically gulped and flung himself away, throwing an arm over his eyes.  

"Now feel my wrath, peasant!"  Hades cried, faking a stab at his brother. Poseidon shrieked in an exaggerated manor and fell limply to the ground. The brothers immediately broke out in fits of laughter clutching their sides. The scene started to fade as the brothers became a blur and their laughs barely audible.  

I gasped as my eyes snapped open. I had never dreamt of anything other than horrifying, until now. Everything that I had ever dreamt about was horrific battles, great sickness or winged creatures.   

Like the creature that attacked me in the alley  

I squeezed my eyes shut and recalled the events I had experienced. A winged beast who wanted me dead had cornered me in an alley, and a skeletal army rose out of the ground to help me. Oh, and I couldn't forget that I was saved by him.  

Him.  

It suddenly dawned on me why the dark haired boy in my dream was so familiar. He was the man in the alley. Hades? I roughly recalled his name. I let out a huff when I realized I had read about a Hades just last week. Or should I say The Hades, Lord of the Underworld; He judged the fate of the dead. What kind of modern day person named their kid Hades? I let out a groan and clutched my head at the familiar ache. I didn't know why I hadn't expected the pain to come, or why it would be this bad. I groggily sat up, massaging my temples in the process and I looked around. I immediately stilled.  

This is not my room.   

That was because the room was huge. It had a grand oak dresser in the corner, with various bottles and brushes on it. Chairs and sofas, followed by a coffee table made up the centre of the room. A door which was wide open led to a walk in wardrobe full of clothes. Which by the looks of it, did not come cheap. I had no recollection of ever buying such clothes, or ever moving into a place such as this.

Maybe I'm dead.

I stopped as I considered this possibility. If I was dead , then I sure as hell was taking this better than I expected.

I slowly got out of the comfortable bed and placed my feet on the soft carpet floor. I felt an immediate shock of dizziness attack my senses and immediately stuck my hands out to stop myself from collapsing. I couldn't help the fact-other than not knowing where I was- that something was missing. My brain completely refused to shed any light and I huffed out in annoyance.

Feeling as though I could turn into an icicle at any moment, I hobbled over to where my hoodie was draped over a chair. I quickly shrugged it on and welcomed the smell that clung to it. Duke.

Oh god.

Hysteria bubbled its way up to the surface and I completely lost it.

I took off running throughout my room, checking every tight corner and possible hiding space that my raven haired dog would be. Before I could even comprehend what I was doing, I ripped open the door to my room, bolting out into a huge corridor. I kept running down the endless corridor occasionally sticking my head through a door to holler his name. If distress were an energy source, I could probably power the whole of Russia.

When my searching had come to the point of being useless, I tiredly walked to one and grabbed the handle. Only thing was, hesitated.

What if Duke wasn't here?  What would I do then? A colossal amount of sadness burrowed a little hole in my heart. I felt warm tears make their way down my cheeks, and I didn't both wiping them away. A swift 'bark' made me snap my head up. It was coming from the other side of the door. There was only one dog that I knew who sounded like that.

I was immediately barreling myself through the door, eyes frantically searching the room for my beloved hound, with a wide grin stretching across my face.  However what I saw made me stop dead.

My eyes widened in shock as I realized who I was gaping at.

There kneeling on the ground, right in front of my tail wagging dog, was a man just a little bit older than me. His deep black hair and a strong angular face, only highlighted his keen emerald eyes stared up at me in a calm way, taking in my bedraggled appearance and tear tracked face. That face, which I was looking at now, and the one I'd seen from my dream, bared no difference at all. I took in a sharp intake of breath before I let out in one strangled, confused whisper,

"Hades?".

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Picture on the side is Hades :)