Guilt racked through my body. Azra was lying on a table, her wound leaking inky darkness. The Avengers had told us what happened, how my sword had sliced her, how she basically exploded, how she brought the destruction back into her. They then walked off.
Percy felt even worse. After all, he's the one who tried to kill her. After we all got back together, Percy still believed that she was a monster. Then I told her about my sword, and he punched me. My ribs still hurt, and it was an hour ago.
Then all of a sudden, Azra gasped and sat up. Her brown eyes were completely black, whites and all. But they looked like a galaxy. Touches of pinks and blues, and the slight shimmer of stars. She looked up, and my eyes followed.
Glowing above her head, a symbol was glowing. A symbol I had only seen once in a drawing.
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The symbol of Chaos.
A bunch of paramedics rushed in and flocked her. No on could see what was going on.
"So she isn't a monster." Percy muttered. "She's a demi-primordial."
Then, something weird happened. The paramedics seemed to slow down. They ran backwards, as if rewinding. Azra still sat up, but her eyes were gold now, with literal gears turning in her.
She blinked, and they went back to their usual brown.
"What just happened?" Percy asked.
"I turned back time so that we would be alone." Azra replied, a slight smirk on her lips.
"Why would we need to be alone?"
"You really need Annabeth for everything, don't you? If we're alone, we can escape."
"But what about the others?"
She rolled her eyes. "We'll figure that out later."
"Wait a second." Hazel piped. "We need to get Loki and Doctor Strange out of here with us. They helped me, so it's only fair."
Azra nodded. "I know where they are. I felt them earlier."
"Then let's go."
Azra slid off the table, and immediately collapsed. Her hand clutched her wound, dripping blackness again. She sighed. "This is getting annoying." She muttered.
Black, inky shadows ran across her and covered the wound. After a few seconds of pulsing, they spread out and disappeared. The place where her wound was had disappeared and her clothes had been fixed. They had also changed.
Instead of her school uniform, she was wearing an airy silver dress that came up to her knees, black leggings, a black leather jacket and black combat boots. Her hijab was black, but shimmered purple.
Hazel helped Azra up and the lot of us ran, Azra leading the way. After a while, she stopped in front of a cell, and Hazel pushed her hand through the wall. She pulled it out and Loki, the god of mischief, came out with it.
He smiled at us. "Thank you for rescuing me, good demigods." He boomed, and with that, he walked off.
Azra led us through another maze of corridors and stopped. "There's a problem." She told us, her face grim. "Strange is in there, but he's being interrogated by the Avengers about Hazel."
"We have to get him out though." Hazel pushed.
"I know. We're going to have to launch a surprise attack."
Hazel probably wasn't listening to the last part. She raised her hand and slammed it down, the wall falling. She stormed into the room, Azra trying to get past her. She then got pushed back out. With all the dust in the air, it was hard to see anything.
BANG! A second later someone shouted "I just fixed it!". Things were probably going wild in there, to say the least.
Hazel walked out of the area, carrying Strange in her arms, looking like the soldier she is.
She had a weird smile on her face, the type that let me know she did something mischievous in there.
"Let's go." She said, her eyes bright. We all turned to Azra.
"What? I can't sense way outs." She said.
"I know." Strange said.
He made a circle with his hand, and a portal opened up. We all filed through, but he stopped Azra. He whispered something to her and pushed her through.
"What was that about?" I muttered to her.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Strange appeared behind her. She shook her head and and ran to catch up with the others.
"I don't trust her," Strange mumbled, turning to me. "And neither should you."
He turned with a spin of his cloak and walked back into the portal, closing it behind him.
Why is he going back? I thought.
I was about to call to them, when a large shadow fell over us. I ran to them and looked up.
