Frozen Fire-Chapter 7

 Frozen Fire-Chapter 7 

 You know usually when you see something spectacular you say something intelligent like, "Whoa." or "OMG". All I say was some unrecognizable gibberish like "wa-wah?"

 "Come on Christopher." Persephone said then she began walking.

 My face felt hot, I realized that when I walked through the portal I was shirtless. But I sighed with relief when I looked down because I was dressed in my typical white t-shirt and a black jacket over it. I even had my weapons with me. Seriously how do gods do that?

 I was about to follow Persephone when she suddenly stopped and turned around, she looked like she'd forgotten something.

 "Oh no, no weapons in Elysium. Especially ones that have been used to kill. A drop of blood that drops on this land will taint it forever. Hand them over to the guard there." Turns out the guard was actually an undead soldier wearing a security guard's uniform. I gave my weapons to him, it felt to much like handing my possessions to the customs at the airport. Then I walked into Elysium.

 Now, how do I describe Elysium? Well I can't. I mean, how do I describe paradise? Elysium kept changing to fit my definition of "paradise". First it was fields of green, a forest unaffected by pollution, then it changed to something like camp half-blood. My eyes hurt trying to pro cess it all. My guess was, that since I was alive, my eyes couldn't process what Elysium really looked like.

 Then something else caught my eye, it was something, or rather someone. Her hair was curly blonde, slightly shorter than me and she had a quiver slung over her back. She was translucent she was a shade. Then she turned around and I saw her face. I tensed. The shade was Dellilah.

 "Hey!" Dellilah said as she came towards me and tried to hug me, only to stop half-way afte seeing my expression.

 I looked at the goddess of springtime. What kind of sick joke was this? Letting me see her spirit so the guilt would fill me up again. I clenched my fist and held back the urge of wanting to punch Persephone in the gut.

 "You've grown taller, plus glasses? god you and your gaming addiction. Other than that, you look exactly the same as you did when I died." She said 'died' casually, as if it meant nothing to her. Unfortunately, it meant a lot to me.

 "What's wrong? Why won't you talk to me? Christopher say something!" Her words surprised me. Dellilah never knew my real name.

 "How-How do you know me real name?"

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> "Because I told her." The voice belonged to another shade, he had dark tan skin, jet-black hair and dark brown, cold and focused eyes.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> "Father?.." There was uncertainty in my voice.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> James Fauns sighed. "I taught you to be formal and respect your elders. I didn't expect you to be so formal that you treat your own father as a stranger."

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> "That's for own fault dear." A new voice appeared and it belonged to a woman with flowing brown hair and black eyes, she was holding a child’s hand. The child had pale skin black hair as well as bright green eyes. He was the real Archie Scotts.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Mom?.."

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Now where's the justice in that? You treat your adoptive mother like your own mother but your father as a stranger." My father the shade said.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I didn't say anything. I was in too much shock. Guilt filled me up. Dellilah and my father had died saving me. It was my fault they died.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"It's not your fault Christopher." My father said as if reading my mind. "We choose to give up our lives."

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"No you didn't Nyx did." I clenched my fist harder until my knuckled turned white. "I'll destroy her. I'll get revenge."

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Is revenge really the way? Do you really want to destroy your own mother? She loved...no loves you Christopher, there is something wrong with her now, and you only want to destroy her? There are forces at work her, he is even stronger than Nyx." My father explained.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Wait, he? Why do people always know more than I do? And why don't they just go straight to the point?" I snapped.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">My Father smiled. "What I'm trying to say is that, our death is not your fault. Everything you have experienced in your life made you into the person you are now."

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Our death reminded you how important the people you love are to you. That only strengthens your goal of wanting to protect people." My adoptive mother continued.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"All of your current qualities make you the Christopher we know and love. We all love you Chris and you have our strength as well." Dellilah finished.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"What are you trying to-" I stopped myself because the real Archie went up to me and hugged my leg, he looked barely four years old, that meant he was four years old when he died. "How can he-"

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Touch you?" It was Persephone who asked the question. "Along with you being a brother of Thanatos, you also absorbed some of his power, you have become a being of deaht. I'm surprised by your shock that the dead can touch you."

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"I can touch the dead?" I experimented by picking Achilles, I picked him up as if he was a living kid.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Your only beginning to understand your powers Christopher. But listen to a piece of advice, don't let your emotions control you, let them be the driving force for your goals." My father started to disappear.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"No wait!" I reached out for them.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Goodbye My child." Jennifer said as she to disappeared as well as Achilles.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"I'll miss you Christopher." Dellilah said to me. "And find yourself a good girlfriend kay?" She smiled then kissed me on the cheek then she disappeared as well.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">The scenery changed back to my apartment. Persephone stood beside me.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Was that a dream?"

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"No it wasn't. Dellilah wanted to see you so I allowed her. And also because your the only person who can stop the upcoming threat, thus having guilt in you isn't good for the upcoming fight. That's the only reason I allowed you to see them." Persephone said a matter-of-factly.

<p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17.25pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">"Okay then." When Persephone looked like she was going to disappear, I said "Wait!"

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