ALRIC

Chapter 9| Male Medusa

I KNOW ROCKS CAN'T CATCH ON FIRE I LOOKED IT UP JUST TO BE SURE WHEN I WROTE IT so with that being said let me remind you THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY

Some of this stuff may not make sense in the real world like rocks catching on fire or giant mythical snakes or extinct irish elk but in the world i just created. In this universe it does. 

any way sorry this chapter took so long getting back to the routine of  waking up so early took awhile 

and NO the last chapter was not a dream this is legit

I just finished The Hidden Oracle by Rick Riordan which is basically the unofficial 3 series to the Percy Jackson collection. I read the entire first series, Percy Jackson & the Olympians, and the second series, The Heroes of Olympus, probably more times then the author himself read it. WHICH IS WHY IM SO EXCITED FOR THE TRIALS OF APOLLO! Okay thats it for my percy rant this chapter but watch out for  when May 2 rolls around and the second book to the Trials of Apollo, The Dark Prophecy comes out and IT WILL update my bio. Comment Percy Rocks if you read this. For fans of Percy Jackson who want to fan girl with me Private Message me but be warned I WILL write in ALL CAPS!!!

This chapter is dedicated to @-prime_zer0 for actually lending me The Hidden Oracle which you know you won't be getting back!

Previously in all my classes I got no homework or anything so this year I'm getting a lot more of that stuff SO I'M SORRY In advance

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Pitter

Patter

Pitter 

Patter

Where am I?

Not again. When I open my eyes I want to be in my bed dreaming.

My head was killing me. My guess I was hit in the head by Thor and that is the reason for this splitting headache. It was really bright wherever I was based off the light trying to seep through my eyelids. It also was freezing but nothing like the cold back in that strange forest. 

I opened my eyelids but regretted it as the harsh bright lights made my head and eyes hurt. Once they adjusted I took a thorough look at myself. My clothes were missing instead were a knee length paper hospital gown with nothing underneath. I shuddered, wondering who had changed me.

What happened to all those scratches?

I thought while peering at my foot bottom and legs.

I looked around me for the first time. The room wasn't small in my opinion but that depends on what its used for. It seemed to be about the size of a small living room and it was all white. Everything was white from the white shiny floor to the gown on my body. Not a spec of color could be seen. The door was all white too but what caught my attention was the thing every door needed to be a successful door, a doorknob, well lack there of. Right next to the door was a drop box like kind you'd see at library's. The wall to the left of the wall with the door had a long mirror the extended to the end of the wall. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and my dark brown hair and storm blue eyes stared back at me. The color didn't seem to fit the rest of the room and I was a little a taken back but then I remembered that I always looked this way. My skin looked even paler now against the white of the room.

I looked clean which confused me since the last thing I remember is the dirt and sweat that used to cake my skin. 

The drop box made a loud noise like metal clashing with metal, startling me. My bare feet touched the cold floor as I stood up off the cot, which was the only thing in the room besides the toilet that didn't touch the ground.