The Phantom (H. Hook) | Descendants

24: Scaring The Hell Out Of Me

I SUMMONED 5 MORE OF THE UNDEAD TO FIGHT WITH US...

We were ridiculously out numbered it was like a joke. We were out numbered by 1 to 10. But my sidekick skeleton friends will fix that. If only Ben just ran like we told him. But I'm not completely blaming him since he didn't know.

If I was in his predicament, I would've done something worse. A lot worse.

From my peripheral view I could see Uma charging at me. She ran angrily with her sword in hand and her light blue hair hair kept in little braids flying furiously behind her.

I stopped my 'summoning' and pulled out my two swords making an 'x' with them to block her sword. With much strength, I pushed her back. She bumped into Mal who was up and ready for a fight.

I could tell she was looking forward to one with Uma. I can almost feel her fingers itching with the urge to get a scratch on the daughter of the sea witch.

"Hi. Miss me?" She sasses.

I rolled my eyes playfully at her manner and then went back buisness. I took down 3 more men whom dared challenge me and knocked them out cold. 2 more came running my way and I finished them off easy as pie.

It comes as a surprise to me that there are mere mortals in this world that would dare challenge me to a sword fight. In the older days of Ancient Rome I would often go up to the mortal world and would often have spars with the greatest of Rome's swordsmen and beat them without a single sweat.

Mere mortals have no clue. They musn't have read their history books. From A.D. and way back to B.C. their foolishness sure hasn't changed.

Great. Now I'm speaking like a grandma.

From the wooden walk way across me were many shops filled with bystanders watching the fight intently. One fight was the apple of their eyes. A spar between Jay son of Jafar and Harry son of Captain Hook.

I for one, knew this wasn't going to end well. The rivalry between the two was always an unfriendly one and they despised each other as water to fire.

Even way back in the day, Jay would disagree with me hanging out with Harry but it wasn't like he could stop me anyway. Now Harry and I are friends again and he has no idea. We were in such a rush I forgot to tell them.

I started to make my way to them but there were many obstacles of foolish mortals ahead. I had to fight my way to them. I slowly wormed my way to where they were removing anyone that stood in my way as quickly as I could.

Alas I finally arrived there but was too late. Jay was smirking as he had Harry's hook dangling on his sword. He seems to notice Harry's desperate and devastated look and enjoyed it thoroughly.

I always knew Harry would do anything for his hook. Everyone always thought it was from his father and that he just prefered to keep it close because if he had lost it his old man would beat him.

But they are wrong. Once Harry told the real reason he kept the hook close, I stopped playing pranks on taking his hook from him. The hook, was from his mother. She gave it to him before she died of a terrible sickness.

"Jay. Whatever you think of doing, stop thinking of it and don't attempt to do it" I said in a stern and slow voice.

But Jay took no notice or heed of me. He stood nearer to the rail and dangled the hook on his sword over shark infested waters. My eyes widen in fear. Which is rare. Because I am the goddess of the unknown and fears. Little frightened me.

But this chilled me to the bone knowing what Harry would do if the hook dropped into perilous water.

Harry thrashed his sword aside in a sign of surrender. He need not say anything. His face and troubled expression said it all. He begged to have the hook back.

"Jay, he's surrendered. Give the hook back. Please" I plead.

But once more Jay ignored me and he dropped the hook into dangerous waters. With no hesitation Harry swam after it. It all happened too fast. Jay laughed. But I didn't. I glared at him.

"What have you done?!" I yelled at him my hair turning dark purple from fiery anger.

My hair turning red is one thing comnected to my short fuse. But when my hair turns dark purple, it is a different story. Red means angry. Purple meant deeply furious.

Without another word said, I jumped into the waters in pursuit of Harry. I could hear Jay shout my name in shock and horror. But I payed no heed to it for he had paid no heed to me either.

I swam and swam deeper looking around, the salt stinging my eyes. I knew I wasn't allowed to be here. Poseidon, even after my father assisted in the rescue of Auradon, had never said anything about me being able to walk (or rather, swim) freely in his domain.

He could drown me and make it look like a freak accident. But it seems he has favoured me. For the waves drifted me under water in a certain direction and I found Harry.

"Thank you Uncle" I silently thought.

When I found Harry, he was picking his precious hook up from the muddy sand. He was unaware of the terrible white shark coming his direction with hungry eyes and sharp teeth.

I quickly swam to him and pushed him out of the way. For a daughter of Hades, I am a pretty good swimmer. I always thought I would easily impersonate as one of Poseidon's children with my skills.

I knew once we reached surface once more, I would scold him for this. The shark advanced to the position Harry had been recently in with too much speed and had hit an anchor.

It turned back and (if sharks could glare) it gave a glare that could kill. And I always thought no one could rival my glares. It advanced for us and I reached for my swords only to find I left them on the surface.

I quickly summomed them and gave one to Harry. We fought the shark with the best we could, but unfortunately there had been a good reason Uma chose these shark infested waters above the other shark infested waters in the Isle. The sharks here had tough skin. And no blade could peirce it. Not even if it were forged by Poseidon himself.

I had no choice. We had dodged another biting attempt of the shark and I knew I had to act fast. With all the energy I had, I focused my hands on the shark who was too busy battling Harry.

With a muffled underwater cry I pulled the shark's soul out of it's body. I motioned my hands as if pulling a rope in Tug Of War in the shark's direction. The creature wailed as it's soul in fiery blue color and form of a large willow-o-wisp was extracted from his body.

I took it's soul and burnt it it purple fire and it was sent to the Underworld. A sudden wave of weariness ran over me and I now knew all my energy had been drained. My body fell limp same as to the body of the shark.

I was starting to lose concious when I felt Harry pulling me up with him to the surface. He lay my wet body on the docks. He put a wet hand on my cheek. "Hyacinth! Wake up!"

Now I noticed that I was unmoving with eyes closed. I had the will to move. To open my eyelids and see the light. See Harry. But I couldn't.

Then Harry put his hand to the center of my chest and started performing CPR. After the 3rd push I jerked up and coughed water expelling it all from my lungs.

I continued to cough and wheez as Harry pats my back. When I had finally stopped coughing he said

"Thank goodness you're alive! I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing you died risking everything for me"

I smiled and said "Then you wouldn't be able to live without accepting the fact that I would"

He engulfed me in a warm yet a rather soaked up hug. I hug back with all the strength I had though my body felt weak and limp from extracting a soul.

I rarely extracted souls. For it required much work and needs almost all the energy I had in me. The stronger the life force the harder it is to extract. The ones with the strongest life force are humans. I could not extract a soul from a god or goddess.

Harry continued to hug me but I had released to give a nice hard slap to the head. He looked at me in pain and confusion.

"What was that for?!" He cried.

I smirked.

"That. That was for scaring the hell out of me"