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  The Liam-ousine slowed to a halt behind a snow covered rock on the apex of Everest. The five of them got ready to get out of the luxurious vehicle.

  “Giselle, I think you should stay here,” Niall said.

  Giselle whipped her head in his direction, bewildered.
 
  “He is right, love,” Louis added.

  “Wh– but why?” Giselle croaked. “I wanna come along –”

  “It is too cold up here, there is low atmospheric pressure and there is not enough oxygen for mortals to survive,” Liam explained. “It is only safe that you stay in the Liam-ousine with its stable pressure, temperature and plentiful oxygen.” It was evident in his voice that he was proud of what his vehicle could do.

Giselle was in no mental state to argue. She had a dozen other thoughts weighing down her mind. Nodding, she leant back in her seat and stared out the window at the fifth, extremely attractive God out there, meditating in mid-air. Maybe she could use some alone time right now. She felt the need to sit and think. Anyway, four gods against one should be an easy task.

  The doors to the Liam-ousine slammed shut. As she watched the four Gods approach Zayn (as Harry had called him), innumerable questions began to occupy her mind. How were they going to get Zayn down? How would Zayn react when he saw her? What would happen after they get Zayn down? Would everything return back to normal? Would her name still be in the Good List? Did any of these five Gods, besides Harry, fight for her name in the Good List?

  She looked out the window. Liam had a violin in his hands, and had crept up under Zayn. Louis and Harry crouched behind a rocky ledge, sword and spear in hand. Niall crept up behind Zayn, facing Liam, hands ablaze. Liam breathed out, and put the bow to the strings.

  He started playing.

  The most divine music began to play from the violin. A beautiful, touching, romantic tune, lingering in the balance between joyful and sad. Suddenly, the pace picked up and the tune turned into a magnificent orchestral symphony, uplifting and calming. Giselle finally understood the power of Apollo’s music, and why he rightfully was the God of music. His music had the power to influence anyone.

  CRACK!

  The sky darkened in a flash. Lightning struck, pale and blue. Since they were on Everest, they were closer to the sky, which increased the risk of getting electrocuted. As the light flashed, Giselle saw that Zayn was no longer levitating.

  He stood on the ground, boasting a muscular, lean, tattooed torso. His white Greek pajamas billowed around his calves. For the first time, Giselle saw his eyes.  And they were the most captivating ones she had ever seen.  Calm, soothing brown, his eyes were capable of holding anyone’s gaze. He had a golden nose ring too. His raven hair flew wildly in the storm he was conjuring up. In his hand, he held his famous Lightning Bolt.

  Liam began to talk to Zayn. Giselle couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she assumed he was trying to calm Zayn down and carefully explain the matter.  Zayn apparently hadn’t noticed Niall behind him yet. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Louis still remained crouched behind the rock.

  Things seemed to be going well when Zayn suddenly whirled around and stabbed Niall with his Lightning Bolt. Niall let out a bloodcurdling scram that Giselle heard all the way inside the car. The flames in Niall’s hands shot out and hit a hang-cliff of ice, just as Harry was emerging from behind it. The ice and snow crashed down on him. Louis lunged at Zayn only to be thrown aside by a gust of wind. Liam armed his bow and shot a flurry of arrows at Zayn. Zayn yelled out as they impaled his bare back releasing blood from each wound. As he fell to his knees, his grip on the Bolt loosened and Niall crashed down on his back, the Bolt still deep in his chest. Zayn spun around on his knees and shot sparks from his fingers, straight at Liam. With that, Liam and Zayn got into an intense duel. Giselle was almost mesmerised by the graceful fight between the two gods.

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