A Hero Was Born: Chapter Thirteen

Wake moaned in pain as Marisa carried him into the Tunnel of Isis. The darkness was not knew to Malisa - she had been here 14 times. She knew the ways. She came upon what looked like a ticket booth.

"Drachama, please.", an uknown accountant said to Malisa. She handed him not two - as she originally planned - but four.

"One way ticket to Camp Half-Blood. And two days rent to a hospital room for my friend here." Malisa showed him Wake, the arrow still stuck in his shoulder, causing him great pain. Wake had collapsed moments after being claimed, and Malisa had to carry him all the way past the horrified civilians of the coffee shop who had demanded to know what had happened to the boy.

"Allergc reaction," she would reply to them. It wasn't a good answer. Malisa could hear police sirens above ground. The accountant, taking in the drachamas, spoke into the microphone and said,

"Two days hospital room rent for two, and a one-way ticket to Camp Half-Blood for two." Suddenly lights flickered on in the distance, and Malisa walked toward them. In the Tunnel of Isis, Malisa remembered, always marked the room you go in with torches that you can see in the distance to guide you there. She carried Wake into the room, and layed him on the hospital bed. She herself sat on the spare chair and rested.

It's gonna be a long time she thought as she began sleeping. Her sleep would be interrupted soon. Very soon.