The Blood of Olympus: Fan Fiction

Chapter XIV

A/N: Hey, guys! Surprise!!!!! You probably weren't expecting this quick of an update, were ya? Yeah, I decided I should update an extra long chapter with an extra short wait!

Most of you guys voted Hazel's POV for this chapter, so here's Hazel for ya!

Enjoy!

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XIV- Hazel

Being tossed overboard by a telekhine and sucked into the ground at the bottom of an ocean didn't exactly make Hazel's bucket list.

To make matters worse, she had absolutely no idea where she was. Normally, she wouldn't have been too fazed by this, because normally she would have been with her friends. Without a doubt, Hazel knew if they worked together they could find a way out.

Then add to the list of complications the fact that none of Hazel's underground senses and powers seemed to be working. And she was underground, possibly underneath many gallons of ocean water, with no clue of where she was or how to escape.

If there even was a way to escape.

Hazel had taken the time she had been locked in her dirt prison to scan her surroundings. She had woken up with her back to a dirt wall, facing a dirt wall directly in front of her, with another dirt wall to her left, and (oh, look!)... yet another dirt wall to her right.

Her wrists were chained with iron cuffs that were somehow permanetly attatched to the dirt wall that pressed firmly and uncomfortably against her back. She had tugged at them for at least five minutes, desperate for some chance at an escape, but the only thing she'd earned for her efforts were bloodied wrists, and a pounding headache.

After that failed attempt, Hazel scanned her prison a little more intently, hoping for anything--anything-- that could help her escape her wretched prison-- she hated being trapped in the same area she would normally have control over.

Normally-- as a demigod, Hazel doubted she even knew the proper definition of that word.

About ten feet away from Hazel, nearly half-way across her dirt prison, something reflective caught her eye. At first glance, Hazel thought it was her spatha. With a second look, she realized it was just some stupid, rusty, Greek sword.

That could have been here for years, Hazel thought. Who knows how many demigods Gaea had kept locked away in the same dirt cell as Hazel's?

Hazel might have been able to use the sword, despite how rusty it was. But then there was the fact that she was chained to the wall, and she was pretty positive her arms wouldn't stretch ten feet.

Hazel didn't really see the point in the chains and cuffs. It's not like she could go anywhere in the first place. Her prison had no windows, no doors. She was getting tired of seeing nothing but dirt.

Hazel felt like she was being mocked. Here she was, trapped in a place she would normally have no trouble getting out of. The place she felt most comfortable. One of the very few places she felt she could be without having to worry about gods getting mad and blasting her, like Zeus might do if she rode in a plane.

But, instead of using her powers to dig herself a tunnel and get out, or using her powers over precious metals to manipulate the iron cuffs that had her chained, Hazel was stuck where she was, being mocked by dirt.

Hazel thought about what would happen if she sat there any longer. How much oxygen did she have left? How long had she even been in there? Had her friends stopped to search for her? What was Gaea planning to do with her?