Where Were YouI see them strolling down the lane,Little girl holding daddy's hand.Every day, always the same,Ma n' pops there to help you stand.Where were you to hold me tight,During the storms, fear and rain.Where were you to tell me it's all right,To hug me close and take away the pain.I see them out on the deck,The perfect home, perfect family life.From here I see they're not a wreck,And they know nothing of strife.Where were you to hear me shout,Hold me tight and never let go.Brush away my tears, let it all out,So that I don't have a dance with crows.Where were you.
Through the LiesI'm sick of all your lies,Your hellos and your goodbyes.The way our threads were tied,Holding me and loving other guys.I always tried to stick with you,When I deserved more than you.Into hell, through the pain, to the end,My hand was always there to lend.You watched me burn,Now it's your turn.I will watch you crawl,Through the pain, through it all.Lines of black beneath your eyes,Your world nothing but falling skies.That's what you get for being a fake,Lying and deceiving for your sake.Finally, the web of lies come undone,And you have nowhere to run.Because I'm not helping you anymore,You ungrateful little whore.
Chapter 28--The Cupbearer of the GodsThe tower was silent as Ember followed Elijah. She was fiddling with the lighter in her hand, constantly uncapping it, making it turn into a dagger, and then back into a lighter. Her mind was still blown. She couldn’t believe that she had been able to do this. She wondered what Nathan would want if she did this for him. He would probably want something cool, like a knife or a black ring. Catherine would want something useful, like a swiss army knife or a compass. “What would you want if you had a weapon?” she asked as she followed Elijah down the tunnel.“What, you mean what I would want as a weapon?”“Yeah, and it’s mist form.”Elijah frowned, looking down at his feet as they walked. Ember was beginning to get used to the constant cold that was around Elijah. It was like constantly standing in the frozen food aisle at the store when you were near this guy. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “I’m not proficient
NathidaIt was a gorgeous day at Camp Half-Blood. Kids were laughing and spraying water about. The sky was crystal blue. The clouds were fluffy, reminding her of cotton candy. She looked on from a distance. Nerida could hear some of the conversations taking place. Zack-an annoying boy if there ever was one-was talking to a boy who looked ready to take his sword out and slash him to bits. Nathan. The first child of Hades since Nico and Bianca came to camp all those years ago. It was hard to believe that it had been eleven years. Really, Nerida was too old for camp. At twenty-two, she should be in the real world. Getting a job, living a life. Instead, she couldn’t walk away. As a child of Poseidon it was dangerous in the real world. She rolled her eyes at herself. It wasn’t so bad that she couldn’t do something with her life.Still.She watched Zack continue to egg on Nathan. If Nathan was anything like his absent brother, Zack was going to get himself into serious
The Eye of the StormDark clouds and lightning flashes,A storm that rages inside.The thunder behind the glass crashes,I'm facing the storm wide eyed.I want to duck my head,Close my eyes and wish it all away.Hide under my bed,And wait for the light of day.Where can I find the eye of the storm,Out of the rain and in the light.A place beyond where I can feel warm,Away from the pain and gone with the night.Light against black trees,Streaking across dark skies.Branches twisting in a wicked breeze,In an air where no one flies.Raging through this cold night,Tearing up the earth and into the air.Black and white in my line of sight,Lighting up the world in a deadly flare.
Chapter 27--Illusions in Mist“Are you going to stop being cryptic and tell me where we’re going?” Ember huffed as she followed Elijah through the tower. The boy had remained unbearably quiet as he lead her down the halls, being very cautious with where they went and who saw them, trying to keep them as hidden as possible.“We’re almost there,” Elijah promised her as they stepped down a hall, their steps echoing down the corridor.“That’s that what I asked,” Ember muttered, but she remained quiet as they continued on their way. She began to notice a change in the architecture. Back by the throne room, everything looked regal and majestic, like the inside of a castle. And now, it was more like they were walking through a dungeon, the floor cracked and webs hanging in corners. It seemed like your typical badguy hangout, and so Ember wasn’t sure why he was dragging her down here if they were going to be talking to people that could help her.“Why are yo