Chapter 3~Whisked Away

After we had rested a bit and replenished our stock, Elpis commanded, “Let’s go.”

Catherine retorted, “Why can’t we start tomorrow?” I was about to agree with her, but Elpis said, “You very well know that my powers is stronger with the moon shining. Diana’s power is also stronger at night and is stronger than yours. Besides, monsters are tracking us, and we need to be on the run, the quicker, the better. Now, let’s go!” Elpis dragged a protesting Cathy out the door, with me following. Fortunately, no monsters have come back yet, but I predicted that our luck will not hold. We took a taxi to the airport, and it took less than five minutes, which I thought it pretty strange, as usually the freeway to the port is extremely packed well into the night. Elpis, Catherine, and I cautiously walked into the building to check in. However, we did not stop at the boarding area. Elpis lead us straight to a fire exit and pushed the door. I was ready to panic when I hear the alarm, wondering why she led us into a trap. Instead of hearing the alarm though, I saw an entryway to a plane. “Welcome to Hunter Airlines Flight 286. Relax, pay attention, and enjoy the ride,” Elpis said over the speaker from the cockpit. “When was she licensed to fly?” I asked Catherine. “Never,” she responded. “It was taught to her, and she’s the best out of all the Hunters.” “What did she mean by ‘pay attention’?” I questioned. Catherine said, “We can be attacked at any point at any time. We can relax while we are traveling, but we demigods always stay alert for dangers.” Just then, the plane shook. “Minor goddess Khione and minor god Summanus. Be prepared for their craftiness. I repeat, it is Lady Khione and Lord Summanus,” Elpis said. I looked outside, and I could see the snowflakes forming against the glass in the night sky. Lightning struck the aircraft several times outside. Catherine sprinted to the cockpit to try to help the Hunter, but it was no use. Suddenly, all the furniture, seats, and walls were piled with icicles. A teenager, around eighteen, stood in the middle of the room, on top of the coffee table. “I hate that pesky Hunter calling me a minor goddess,” she sneered. The plane dropped. Apparently, she iced my friends too. Khione said, “The creator has lost, but great-grandfather is stirring. I shall feed him power, and the age of the gods shall decline. I have lost once, but this time I shall win. The previous generation is too old to fight, and there will be no Percy Jackson to save them. And you, my dear, will play an important role in the game. You shall be our puppet.” I balled up my fists, ready to punch, but Khione disappeared in a bright white light. While I closed my eyes, an ancient voice filled my head and it cackled and said, “My puppet, you shall play straight into my hands. I may not be as strong as my creator and wife, but I will, and I will destroy the gods and mortals and rebuild the world the way I like it. I am working my way up to being stronger. Oh, of course, you will try to stop me, but I am too strong to stop. Before I leave, let me tell you this: I win.”

 Athletiger Talk~Diana Chen 01:05, December 3, 2011 (UTC)