Daughter of Poseidon

Suspiciously Separated

(Raven's POV)

Raven adjusted the blindfold as she sat up, making sure to keep her eyes closed in case it slipped.

For the past two days, she, Lucas, and Noah had been dodging the catabolpas and it's den. They were probably wandering around in circles, nonetheless, it was the best they could do without seeing.

"Who's there!?" Raven called out, feeling someone walking on the outskirts of their camp through the dirt ground.

The figure began to sprint in her direction, and Raven stood, sending a crack through the ground in the direction of the footsteps.

"Wingardium Leviosa." A familiar voice chanted, and Raven heard a woosh.

She was tackled and pinned to the ground. Frantically, Raven flailed, yelling in surprise, attempting to usurp her attacker.

"Raven is everything okay?" She heard Noah call from his place at the fire, though his blindfold concealed his vision.

"You're alive!!!" The figure squealed in delight.

Raven breathed out a sigh in relief.

Morgana's frizzy hair got in her mouth when she practically strangled Raven for an embrace.

"ACH!" Raven coughed for air. "Where's everyone else?"

"Evan's here, why are you wearing a blindfold?" Morgana asked.

From where Raven assumed Lucas was, Evan called out, "Yeah!! It's not like it's BirdBox or anything!!!"

Raven gladly pushed the greasy worn cloth off of her face.
"The catabolepas is still out there and we weren't quite sure how far we'd come, figured it was best to keep wearing them."

"Not anymore!!" Evan boasted, Raven had jumped when she heard his voice much nearer than before.

"Apparently Evan was able to summon a spear of enchantment as I had explained. Though he claims to have done it himself."
"I did!!"
Morgana rolled her amber eyes. "I was the one who figured out that we needed to attach one of your knives to a long stick and transfigure them to imperial gold!! And believe me, transfiguring something to gold. not to mention imperial, is NOT easy without the proper kit!"

"I'm going to pretend that everything you said makes sense this early in the morning." Raven rubbed her eyes, still a little fuzzy minded from the bright sunlight.

"It's noon." Noah corrected from the fire-pit.

"You're point??" Raven retorted.

"Whatever." He mumbled, shoving a plate of cooked squirrel in her hands. Lucas had gotten irritated with the no food yesterday, so he decided to go hunting.

Raven had thought he was joking until he left, then came back with three squirrels.

Apparently he can shoot his wrist crossbow without being able to see what he was shooting at. She still thinks that he took his blindfold off to do it.
If he could, and she'd need proof, it'd be slightly slightly impressive.

"So," Morgana said, her eyes looking heavier than before. "I'm assuming- er hoping- that Nico, Kai, and Loki are exploring or something?"

Lucas winced.

The ground trembled underfoot as Raven fumed in despair.

"Hey, Ra, we'll find her." Morgana placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

"Or all three are dead." Evan said what they had all been thinking of. "The prophecy said three would die, they would make three."

Morgana glared at him.

"But why would the oracle send us on a quest to gain Kai's cure if she's to die on that quest?! What would the point be?" Raven burst out, on the verge of hysterics.

"Raven, Lucas is still alive, which means Kai is." Morgana soothed. "There is no way for anyone but Lucas that can break the connection."

"See how she's dodging your question? She never explains what the point of the quest is REALLY about."

The whole group turned to face the slightly accented voice's owner.

"Why are you here?" Lucas spoke first, his body tensing up at her presence.

"Me?" Saffi placed her hand over her heart in false innocence, then her expression shifted to a glare. "I'm here to make sure that the Divon's plot doesn't come to pass."

"I realize that your life line is like a triggered bomb ready to explode any day now, but you really have to go tick off the god of Death? Saying you don't fear death is sure a way to bring it to us, US, faster!!" Loki ran his hands through his long red rugged hair in frustration.

"Shut up, I'm trying to find an escape route for you." Kai said, esaperated with his constant complaining. She had spent the last day and a half or so drawing in their cell's dirt floor, the path they took on the way down there, and counting the seconds in between the guard's laps around their section of the underworld prison.

Despite the guards looking like melted flesh, their stench smelled like rotten tuna, which anyone could smell a mile away.

"Both of us." Loki corrected, crossing his arms. "Do you know what would happen if I returned to camp without you? I would die, by the hands of your girlfriend, so dying down here sounds to me like the better alternative."

"Whatever, She's not my girlfriend." Kai mumbled. "Besides, if I'm right about something, you aren't the only one we are going to have to get out of here."

"You say we like you're talking to yourself." Loki pointed out, leaning against the wall, then gagging at the tell-tale stench of the guards as they walked past.
"What do you mean? Who else is down here? Well other than the dead people and death god, and the rats."

Kai breathed again once they were far enough away that the smell didn't make her feint. "For as long as I can remember I've had a dream of being down here. I don't think I make it, but I am a distraction for Nico's escape, as well as yours. That's why I keep saying your escape plan, not ours."

Nico groaned.

Before he even opened his eyes, he knew exactly where he was.

Every time he feels someone who's dead or is dying, he gets a pinch in his mind, and only one place on earth makes his head throb this much, like a maelstrom.
But was he dead?

No, not with that headache.

He was home.

-Agent Emily