Astron's Cry: Chapter 10

Heart's P.O.V.
Okay, so what if fire went erupting all over the station? No prob. But with a half-lazy Josh fighting? Prob. You're not even sure if it's like, 'Hey look I'm fighting!' then BAM! you fell unconscious. Anyways, it was stupid going in a fight when your eyes are rallying to sleep.

So, after I managed to suck the fire in - which was real hard to do - I was either smoldering over flames, or ashes made my hair look like a burned chico, 'cause everyone was staring, not a great way to ignore you.

Ever since my half-sister Laura decided to go to Emeryl, I've been trying not to draw in attention, and all I wore were old shirts and jeans and sneakers. But this fire thing wasn't a great thing to use.

"What?" I demanded.

I looked at my clothes, they were smoldering. Finally - and thankfully - Hermione spoke up. "We should go, guys. We don't know where the hellhound came from, but whoever sent it, then that person isn't too happy."

Then Josh went back to his usual annoying self, minus his silver form. "We have to go. Now."

As if he had just figured that out.

I sat between Mary and Josh, the most uncomfortable place ever. With four people squished at the far back, I felt like I was crushed between two icebergs trying to merge.

I looked at the window at my right. "Where'd you think the owner of the hellhound came from?" I asked.

"Maybe Hades?" Josh offered.

"Hades isn't like that, everyone knows that when the sun goes and kills us all, Hades'll have an overflowing parking lot problem, so he won't try to stop us." I said.

"Besides, none of the gods will try to get us all killed, if we're dead, they have no one to boss around." Evan said.

"But we eventually need to find out who took Hyperion and Apollo first, if - in actuality - we plan to bring back light to the world." Sine insisted.

"Also," Hermione interrupted, "We have a problem, that hellhound could've been from anyone, and -"

"No one else knows about we're planning to do, much less know what the world will end with. Only Lucky and probably the rest of the Ring knows." Josh intervened.

"- if we continue with full knowledge that either this person is from the Ring or a possible traitor, then we're in serious trouble." Hermione finished.

"This person must be from out of the Ring," Evan suggested, "We all are loyal to the Ring, right?"

Right, as if 'loyal' meant being stuck between a silver dwarf and a painful girl.