Your Betrayal

Chapter 1

[Third Person Pov.]

[On The Argo II]

Six silent figures crept through the dark cabin, the seventh on the bed silently sleeping. Drooling slightly in his sleep and unknown to the approaching shadows and those watching over them with ill intent for the sleeping beauty, silently screaming, having nightmares about the time he spent alone down in the worst place in the known galaxy. The silent shadow leading the charge against the tormented soul, having gorgeous, blond princess curls raised the knife she was carrying and pushed into a dreadfully deadly arch towards the sleeping victim. Said victim's eyes shot open as he grabbed the weapons he had under his pillow in case of attack, when he felt the impending danger drawing closer.

In his left hand, he had a knife that seemed to suck the light out of the room, or at least what light was in the room. The item in his right hand was an innocent looking ballpoint pen, the owner to the pen popped the cap off with his thumb. The pen's form instantly started to change, it elongated into a three foot long, ancient greek style sword. At this point, the assailant's knife was at the halfway point of its arch. Our would be victim, blocked the knife as he started a backflip off the bed and onto a custom made secret shelf he installed above the bed.

Our victim looked down upon his attackers, the growl building up in his throat was suddenly cut off in surprise. He looked down in shock at the people he called his friends just this morning, he paused, taken back. His so called friends didn't hesitant, they pounced. The bronzy chains the ones in back carried were used to bind him together, to hold him down, to stop him from escaping. He didn't stop fighting even with the tears of betrayal in his eyes created a glassy film over their shine. These were his friends why were they doing this to him? He didn't understand. The love of his life tried to kill him, his closest friends are taking him hostage. What was going on?

As our bound hero was loose in his muddled frantic mind, his captors stepped back satisfied with the work they had just completed, they looked on to the desperately fighting hero on the ground in front of them and called on the ones who told them to do it, their savors, their heroes, the Gods. A blinding flash of light eliminated the shadows in the room, when the light vanished all seven people, assailants and victim, were gone without a trace.

As the Shadows again took charge of the room a stunned, shadows stumbled into the bed, blinded with tears. He heavily sat on the bed of his one true love, he sobbed into his knees as he curled into the comforting scent of the sea. The one born from shadows screamed in aguish, remorse, anger, betrayal, and something even he could barely identify. That feeling with heartbreak. Our shadow was shaking with violent emotions, as he swore revenge against the ones who did this to him, and his love. Fire settled in his eyes behind his eyes, as he shot up and disappeared into the comfort of the darkness. Traveling the world looking to spread to the only other people besides his cheery angel that he got his last name from, he felt comfortable with to spread the news about the fate of the most loyal and powerful among them and his betrayers. But not before taking all of his angel's personals possessions and his fuzzy blankets and pillows that smelled like him.

[On Olympus]

[Third Person Pov.]

The seven people who were in the cabin on the flying ship. Six of those seven got down and one knee and bowed to the eleven gods in the white marble throne room. The seventh person was chained to the floor. He looked up with a tears stained face at those around him, he was met with angry faces of disgust, our hero grew even more confused.

One of the thrones was empty though, the throne of the virgin huntress. The man hating hunter was nowhere to be seen, much to the surprise of our bound hero. Our bound character was startled out of his jumbled  confused thoughts, when a man with sky blue eyes, white hair and a giant lightning bolt, clenched in his fist started to talk or rather boom. "Our Heroes Have Arrived With The Traitor!" His captor narrowed his burning blue eyes as found the helpless sea green eyes while he sneered. The attacker with the princess blond curls responded, " Your Majesty we have complied with your orders and have brought in your scum with little difficulties. It seems he is just as weak, worthless, and useless as you told us." At these words out hero looks right into the eyes of his once beloved and saw that she truly believed every word she just said.