Alexis paused midstep, eyes wandering to the doors. The Doors of Death, imposing as their named suggested.
His sister kneeled there, all scraped up. Matted hair and practically shredded clothes. Her normally vibrant hazel eyes were dull and unfocused, staring blankly against the wall of the Necromanteion.
'She's back. Helena's alive.' He bit back a sob.
She noticed, turning her head towards him as her eyes welled up.
But instead, she waited.
6/25/25 - I sort of liked this one. I had an initial idea for it, but it seems a little dry :/ probably gonna use this in my spn/pjo fic in act 2 or 3 but definitely gonna edit it.