The Third Camp Trilogy: The Chaotic End

Chapter three: Carrie

"You shall serve me soon enough." Gaea's voice echoed through the cave.

"I don't serve anyone but the Olympians." I hissed.

"Ask your Olympians what they're hiding from you. Then you may decide if you are on the right side."

"Any side where I'm against you is the side I want to be on."

"Then you will be on the losing side."

"Dying is better than being on your side."

"You will not die. But soon my daughter shall."

I jolted awake trying to find my breath again.

Where was I?

How had I gotten here?

Spots danced in front of my eyes.

I reached around for something to bring me back to Earth.

Finally my hands gripped the bedside table.

Oh gods...

Was I?

No way.

How?

I couldn't be back home.

That's impossible.

But I was, this was my room, not some illusion.

My fingers flew to my face. It couldn't be true. But it was, my scars were back.

I started to stand, my legs were weak, I was weak.

I'm never weak, I can't be weak.

I wobbled a bit before breaking off into a run, sword in hand.

"No! Neptuna! Don't!" Angita yelled as a figure barreled toward me.

On instinct I flipped the figure, pushed my foot down on their chest and aimed my sword at their throat.

"Carrie! What're you doing? It's me!" The figure spoke.

"How do you know my name?" I demanded.

"It's me!" She spoke again.

"She's an Arai. You can't kill Arai." Virtus came in the door.

I pulled my sword away and lifted my foot, then I stepped back, remembering the last time I killed an Arai.

It was really, really bad.

"Come on." Virtus pulled me to the basement.

I could hear a girl's voice yelling, "Wait! Please, Virtus, I need to see him!"