Mica
I rushed off to change, putting on what I knew wouldn't be any better than my bikini - a pair of skin-tight jeans and a low-cut tank top.
I was quick getting back because I was looking forward to kick Cassandra's ass again. She never could stand being the daughter of Hades.
When I returned I saw that she held a dagger in her hand, it was black and it moved as though the shadows themselves were hidden inside of it. I gritted my teeth, where did she get something like that? I thought I was the only one with a shadow weapon...
I strapped on the armor I'd carried out of the cabin and tossed her the chain-mail too. "I'm sure neither of us is dying to see father." I told her in a jeer, as I reached over to grab the large two-edge black sword. It moved as well, the dead's souls collected in the blade to cause incredible pain.
"Hmph!" she grunted as she set the dagger into her boot before strapping on her armor as well.
I sheathed my sword in the scabbard at my hip before turning around. I raised my hands palm down and spread them across the field behind me. I whispered a few words in ancient greek and a large fissure opened like a rusty door from the ground. Dozens of skeletal soldiers clawed their way out - most of them holding large battle axes and swords the rest held spears and javelins.
I held up my hand, "Halt." I ordered them before turning back to Cassandra who stood staring at my army of the dead.
I flashed her a smile, and she glowered at me. I knew that she hated raising the dead, she was a Hades child and she acted like she was afraid of ghosts!
My fingers gripped the hilt of my blade, my powers draining ever-so-little after having raised the dozens of dead.
"Come on, Cassie! You can raise the dead, can't you? Or are you afraid they'll turn on you?" I taunted her, I know it's not nice but then again I'm not a nice person.
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