I Spy Sea Green Eyes

Chapter 47

"You said that you would spare her!" I screamed my throat raw, banging my fists against the bars of the cell. The executioner came in, and I jumped him. We struggled on the floor; I tried to pull his hair out. Not one of my best moments, I know. But he'd just killed the love of my life. Killing him was the least I could do.

He suddenly brought out some syringe from his pocket, filled with a silvery liquid. I'd seen that only once before and Annabeth had told me about it million of times. Memory serum, or rather, losing your memory serum.

"What-" I said, right before he jabbed the syringe into my neck. As I collapsed into a heap, I felt the serum course through my veins. Why isn't he killing me? I thought to myself as black crept around my field of vision. The executioner grinned, standing over me.

"The lord's gonna be pleased," He said. "An extra, quite useful new soldier. Just like he wanted." I wanted to ask him what the hell exactly he was talking about, but then everything turned black.

And I woke up in a cold sweat in my bunk in Cabin Three.

I took a deep breath in and let it all out. It had been exactly a month and twenty-two days since Khloe died, nearly not enough time to be able to get over her. Not even a little bit.

When I returned alive from Ogygia, there were mixed reactions. A scary majority of people wanted to slap me. But all intentions of slapping went away when I announced to the camp that Khloe died. I left out the part that I was the one responsible for so many casualties in Olympus, and narrated her story like the hero she was.

We had an honorary shroud burning ceremony in the camp. The magenta shroud with magical runes was nice, but not as nice as her actual burial shroud. I can't blame the Hecate cabin, though; they were much too distraught.