Leia pulled open the door and stepped inside, looking warily around her for monsters. (She had had enough for one day.) When she saw none, she held open the door and gestured for her friends to come inside. They silently obeyed and filed in.
It really isn't a place to talk, she thought. It radiated a feeling of sorrow and loneliness--perfect for the Underworld, but it didn't fit well with mortals.
In front of her was a wizened, old man hunched over a few papers. Leia stepped forward, put her foot on a faulty spot on the floor, and winced as a creeeak filled the room. The old man looked up testily and sighed when he saw her. "Who are you?"
"I'm Leia," she said, then cursed herself for giving this stranger her real name. If he ended up as her enemy, then it was an extremely bad decision.
"Ah, Leia Jackson?" The old man raised an eyebrow and looked at her over his glasses. "Daughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase?"
"Yes..." Leia's heart beat a little faster, and she tried to calm herself. "Do you know my parents?"
"I do."
Fortunately, Festus came to stand next to her. "We want to see Hades," he ordered.
The old man looked down at his papers and sighed. "Well, see, he's busy right now. You can wait in the lobby until he's free."
"How long will that be?"
"Oh, about a few eons."
Silena stomped up to the man and growled, "Lead us to him right now or..." She held up her knife and raised it to his neck.
The man looked surprised for a second, then his countenance quickly shifted to amusement. "Ah, young demigods. So rash. Well, if you must."
Briefly Leia wondered how he knew her name and that they were demigods, but she decided that if the man knew Hades he was probably expecting this type of stuff. She followed the man through a door and gasped.
As soon as she entered, she knew she was in the Underworld. Mist drifted around, occasionally blocking Leia from the rest of her friends. It was much colder than the lobby, and wails and cries came from her right. She couldn't see much because of the darkness, but a few fires allowed enough light to spot some leathery wings here and there.
"You said you wanted to see Hades?" The man led them to a riverbank and looked out over the murky water.
"Uh, yes?" Silena said. Bianca and Sammy nodded.
"Don't blame me if he's a little bit cranky. I didn't allow you to come here."
Well, actually... Leia wanted to say that he was the one who told them he knew Hades in the first place, but she decided to keep quiet.
The old man whistled loudly, the sound echoing out over the lake and ringing in Leia's ears. A few moments later, a ferry boat slowly made its way over to them, along with a giant pole leaning on the side attached to the chain. Sighing, the man held out his hand to Leia.
It took her some time to realize what he wanted. "Cash?" she exclaimed, frantically rummaging around in her pockets. She had to find five obols before the boat got to the shore.
"Yes." The man smiled, but there was practically no humor in his eyes. "Five obols. One obol per person--that's the usual price for the dead souls that come here."
"You're Charon," she said, cursing herself for not remembering earlier. "The old dude who ferries the dead across the River Styx."
"Ah, impressive knowledge." Charon nodded approvingly, then gazed at the boat again. "But that won't help you get across."
"Guys, you have any obols?" Leia turned to her friends, desperately hoping. All four of them came up empty.
Her heart sank. "You sure you won't let us go for free?" she asked, looking up at Charon. To her despair, he shook his head.
"No pay is worse than no pay raise. I asked Hades a few millennia ago, and he denied me even a few obols up! Why won't the dead just give me a higher pay?"
"Well, uh, how do we get across?" she asked.
"I guess you can't. Don't worry. Some of the dead here have been waiting much longer than you."
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