Chapter One- Reagan

Reagan's dark hair whipped behind her as she sprinted through the woods, she knew they were gaining on her and pushed herself to run faster. She jumped over a fallen tree and veered to the left just in time to see an arrow whiz past.

Shit! They're really not messing around this time. She thought disdainfully. He must be getting desperate.

She continued to zigzag her way through the trees in an attempt to shake her pursuers, hoping to out run them before she ran out of energy. Her lungs burned as she pushed herself to keep up the blistering pace.

Just a little further, she told herself. If I can just make it back into the city they can't attack me in front of the humans.

Another arrow flew by and she dodged sharply to the side, losing her balance and falling to the ground. She jumped to her feet and started to run, only to be stopped by a sudden, sharp blow to her head.

"Ugh," she groaned as she writhed on the ground in pain. "Was that much force really necessary? For fucks sake Marshall, I thought we were friends."

"We were friends," the large man said as he drug Reagan to her feet, "until you took off on my watch and nearly got me killed. Do you know how pissed your father was?"

"Oh come on, it couldn't have been that bad."

"He accused me of letting you go and threatened to throw me in the River Styx if I didn't bring you back!"

"But-"

"No, Reagan, I don't want to hear it." Marshall interrupted as he wretched her arms behind her back and cuffed her. "You've caused me enough trouble, we're going back to the Underworld now and you're going to tell your father what really happened."

Reagan sighed in defeat and allowed herself to be shackled.

"Can you at least wipe the blood off my head? It's getting in my eye and I can't see." She complained.

"Don't worry, you won't even notice it in a second."

"Wha-?" She started, but was cut off as Marshall stabbed a needle into her neck.

"Sorry Reagan, but I can't take any chances this time."

She couldn't even reply before everything went black.


Reagan's head pounded as she started to come to and her vision blurred as she struggled to open her dark green eyes. Her eyes finally focused and she looked around, realizing she was in her father's chambers, still cuffed.

"Good, you're finally awake," he fathered drawled from behind her, "we've got so much to discuss."

"Nice to see you too, dad. Aren't you going to ask how my trip was?" Reagan quipped sarcastically.

Her fathered sighed and walked around so they could talk face to face.

"Must you always have such an attitude? After all I've done for you the least you could do is show me a little respect."

Reagan rolled her eyes.

Here we go. She thought.

"You've caused me a lot of trouble; do you know how hard it was to convince the others to push the tournament back?" He seethed.

"Oh Gods forbid you not be able to participate in the fucking arena." Reagan feigned. "However would you prove yourself to your brothers without it?"

Anger flashed if her father's dark eyes as he stormed up to her and yanked her to her feet by the front of her shirt.

"I am Hades, king of the Underworld; I don't have to prove myself to anyone!"

She studied her father in silence. He was a tall man, thin but strong, with dark green eyes, similar to her own. His jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain his temper.

"The Arena is tradition, its friendly competition between family, that's all. It's totally harmless"

Reagan scoffed.

"Harmless? You've got to be fucking kidding me. You force your kids to fight each other, sometimes to the death, for your entertainment. It's completely barbaric."

"Not everyone looks at it like you do, in fact most of the participants see it as an honor to represent their divine parent at Olympus." Hades countered as he stepped back from Reagan, running his hand through his dark hair.

"Then you should get one of them to represent you."

"If only I could, but unfortunately you are my only living child, so you'll have to do."

"And if I refuse?"

"I'd hoped it wouldn't have to come to this," Hades sighed. "Marshall, bring our other guest in."

The doors opened and Marshall stepped through with a middle aged woman, she was bound and gagged. Green eyes met brown.

"Mom?"

Reagan whipped around to face her father, seething with rage.

"I thought you might need a little encouragement to participate, and I know how much mommy dearest means to you."

"Let her go, she has nothing to do with this."

"I can't do that, but I can promise that no harm will come to her as long as you do as I ask."

"And what happens if I don't?"

Hades smirked.

"Then she'll become the Cerberus' new chew toy."

Reagan lunged at her father, but was stopped by her restraints. She groaned in frustration then hung her head in silence, contemplating her options.

"Okay." She finally said. "I'll do it, just don't hurt her."

Hades brought his hands together in glee.

"I'm glad we could come to an agreement." He said as he turned to Marshall. "Untie Ms. Flynn and my daughter, give them a moment to talk then take them to their chambers."

Hades turned back to Reagan.

"Training starts tomorrow. Don't let me down."