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Frank POV

Frank was having a lousy day. Okay Lousy was to normal sounding. Frank was having the stupidest, most terrible, Schist, worst type of day he'd ever dreamed of having. And even that wasn't one tenth of how he was feeling.

His head pounded. His throat was soar from yelling. The temperature was around him was so stifling hot he could have sworn he walked a volcano. In which case he was glad Hazel had his stick. And it was in a fire proof bag.

Unfortunately, looking around he knew he wasn't in a volcano. No this was much worse. A red room. With red curtains. And flames freaking everywhere. He couldn't get out--he tired slamming into the walls, he tried shifting forms, Hades, he even tried turning into Fire Pokēmon!

He wasn't sure, but occasionally he could've sworn he saw someone else there too. A small boy, but when ever that happened the flames seemed to rise spreading searing heat and forcing him away. If Frank hadn't been so irritated and angry, he might have been scared.

But now something more was slipping into his conscious. Boredom

And that was even worse than the flames.

******

Travis POV.

Travis didn't like the way Ruby was staring at them dumbstuck. Or the way her mouth was opening. Or the way she was paler than the Death God's son. And he certainly didn't like the thought of Connor's body with steam curling off it.

Ruby seemed caught between wanting to scream and fainting. And quite honestly, Travis preferred her just to make up her mind.

Travis glanced behind him through the doors that left out of the kitchen were half the town was fretting and pointing towards the windows, oblivious to the scene in the kitchen. No offense, but Travis would like to keep it that way. He knelt next to Connor checking spazmatically for a pulse.

There had better be a pulse. Otherwise he was going to have some words with Thantos and Hades.

That's when Ruby decided to make up her mind. And a scream filled the kitchen, magnified and ricocheting off the pots and pans. Travis cringed, and he knew at that moment every single person in the town had heard the sound.

Styx.

*******

When Frank was borderline jumping into the flames just to give him something to do, things finally started getting interesting.

And by interesting he meant, terrifying.

It started with a whisper (And that was when I kissed her... sorry please continue with the story). It was faint, hidden by the crackling of the fire. And at first Frank thought he was just hallucinating in his empty dullness.

"Frank"

He ignored it, and continued sitting on the blood red carpet, just barely refraining from slamming his head into the walls, which he already determined were not breakable.

"Frank! Please! Come on!"

He looked up and around, searching for the source. Shadows and light danced around the walls, a breath of heat bellowed into his face. He tried to recognize the voice, it sounded oddly familiar.

"Frank! I swear-!"

"Hazel!" Frank exclaimed standing up. He could have sworn for a moment...There!

On the other side of the flames, a figure loomed reaching out for him. Curly cinnamon hair, beautiful dazzling eyes, for a second he forgot where he was and he couldn't help thinking, Hades, She was more beautiful than any Snow White.

"Frank!" She replied breathlessly.

"Hazel! I'm here! Are you okay?" He stepped towards the flames, towards his girlfriend. The flames leapt higher, obscuring his view of the daughter of Pluto.

"Frank! Listen! I don't have much time!"

"What-?!"

"Frank, You're in Storybrooke, Maine! You have to find Travis and Connor! And then Leave! Okay?!"

"Wait, Hazel!"

"Promise me! Okay?"

"Hazel, I don't-!"

"SAY IT!"

"I PROMISE!" Frank yelled to the flames despite to see her or hear her. He stepped forward dangerously close to the flames. In fact he was surprised he wasn't dead, a smoldering corpse, already. He'd been here how long? And where was the smoke that was suppose to suffocate people in trapped rooms?

"HAZEL!" He yelled again. Where was she? Was she okay?! She'd seemed hurried. Was someone trying to hurt her? He couldn't bare to see her in pain. What was that whole thing about leaving?

He stared fiercely into the orange heat. No wall of fire was going to stop him from finding his girlfriend again. Nothing was going to stop him.

Without another thought, he leapt the last distance launching into the flames

*******

Travis froze for a millisecond longer than he should have. He could hear his heart beat wildly in his ears. He dove for cover behind the cupboard island the center of the kitchen. The double doors swung wide open, and he chanced a glance.

Charming and Robin.

He grimaced, his breathes coming out shorter and louder than he would've liked. He stared at Ruby and his brother, both whom remained unmoving.

Almost comically, Charming asked, "Ruby, what happened?"

Ruby's eyes stared right into Travis's. He swallowed hard, putting a finger to his lips, his pleading puppy dog eyes revealing just how desperate he was.

Please don't say anything. Please don't say anything. Please don't say anything...

He chanted the words tirelessly in his head.

"Ruby?" Charming knelt next to her and Robin briefly looked up from checking Connor's pulse.

She snapped back to looking at him her lips moving but no words came out.

Travis crossed his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut. "Tyche, I could really use some good luck right now..." He mumbled, barely audible.

"Calm down Ruby, just tell us what happened."

Ruby gasped, short, uneven breathes rasping in her throat. Hyperventilating. "He...He....He came in....And...lightning and the thunder....Connor was...And Travis..." She started coughing, choking for air.

"It's okay," Charming said shooting Robin a glance. "It's okay..."

"He's alive." Robin reported. "Just barely. looks like lightning...somehow." Travis leaned away from the corner just as Robins eyes scanned the room, paranoid of an unseen threat. Not that Travis would go as far as to call himself a threat. Actually he was only consisted a threat if you were the green faced, Wicked Witch, whom he had had just enough of right this second.

"There's...There's a room... upstairs." Ruby said avoiding looking at him, Her breathes becoming calmer. "67. We can put him there....until we get a.... doctor."

"I'm afraid a doctor is going to be slightly harder to find, Mates."

Travis nearly swore. He hated that guy. Like not even joking. And he was a son of Hermes, the guy that always joked.

Hook had entered the room quietly silently, though he looked miffed. Travis couldn't imagine what could make him that irritated. Was it just him or was Hooks lips...sparking? Can you spell awkward? It looked like he'd had a run in with the Aphrodite girls and they covered his lips with green colored glitter lip gloss.

Hook didn't glance at him in his hiding spot, but he couldn't be sure that the Captain hadn't seen him.

"Why is that?" Robin asked.

"I'm not an expert or anything, but I was pretty sure Doctor Whale wasn't always a flying mammal."

Shocks of goosebumps raced up Travis's arms. The Wicked Witch must have done this. She nearly killed his brother, His Brother, she'd killed him and sent him on a lovely trip to the underworld, she'd kidnapped Frank, Stole his packaged necklace, and on top of all that like a red juicy cherry on a wondrous ice cream sundae, She thought she could get away with it.

"Come on Ruby," Charming said. "Hook and Robin will carry Connor up. Let's get you a drink and a seat..."

Ruby let her eyes dart at Travis one last time, and he sucked a breath.

"Someone owes me an explanation." She said void of emotion. She let David lead her out of the kitchen, who probably thought she was talking to him.

Even after he left Travis stayed as still as possible. His heart continued to thud against his chest. He could here shuffling as Hook and Robin tried to pick up Connor. It took everything he had not to burst out and tell them to get their hands off of his brother. It was his plan, pretending to be dead. It gave them certain leverage.

But they couldn't let any of the good guys know either. They might have a reaction slightly worse than Ruby's.

*******

Frank landed with a thud rolling away from the wall of fire. "Hazel!" He shouted. He looked around the shadows playing tricks on his eyes. This side was exactly the same as the other. Red curtains red walls and no way out. Hazel laid on the ground her cinnamon hair splayed on the red floor. Her eyes closed, her face pale, She looked like a corpse. Frank felt panic take him and suddenly he was by her side. He shook her gently playing fire her not to be dead, for her to look up into his eyes.

Her eyes cracked open warily. She looked drained. But she was alive. A swell of relief flooded him.

"Do you love me?" She croaked.

"Hazel, don't ask stupid questions." He said. "Keep your eyes open. Keep talking. Don't you dare die on me!"

"You promised." Hazel mumbled barely heard over the flames.

"Hazel!" Frank said warning.

"Frank, Find them and leave." She murmured. Her temperature was rising rapidly. Frank looked around searching for something that could help them but there was nothing.

"I promised Hazel. Please stay with me. I'll get you out! I swear on the Styx!" Frank looked down into her golden eyes. She laughed, but she sounded like she was on her death bed. Alarmingly he noticed the lights in her eyes fading. As if her entire being was slowly dissolving in the hissing fiery air.

"Don't be mad at Percy." She said fondly. "It wasn't his fault."

"I don't understand-Don't close your eyes!" Frank yelled. "HAZEL!"

"Don't trust the man with the cloak of Stars." She whispered.

Before Frank could do anything she surged upwards and their lips connected. His mind buzzed, he wrapped his arms around her. Wind roared in his ears over the sound of flames his vision clouded, everything blotted out.

Then suddenly she was gone.

Just Gone.

*******

Travis stepped lightly up the stairs, his feet dancing around creaking floorboards, his Hermes sense activated. His hands were loose at his sides, ready for anything. He waited as long as his ADHD had allowed but he was still wary of the idea of Robin and Hook in room 67. He'd snuck past the group of people crowding Ruby who was sitting still shaken next to Charming. People kept asking what happened but David eventually got them to shut up.

He caught Ruby's eyes for a second, as he slipped through the door way, and she nodded. It was quick and short, but Travis couldn't help but be grateful. She was drawing their attention so he could find his brother. Now that he looked at her again, She didn't even seem in shock anymore.

He found room 67 no problem. He didn't think he'd actually have a problem finding it. He didn't know what to do now, though. Go in and possibly get an arrow in his head when Robin yelled "witchcraft!" Wait for them to leave, awkwardly without a place to hide in the halls.

He didn't see another choice. He wasn't leaving his brother here alone. Travis leaned against the door across the hall staring at the taunting door knob. What to do. What could he do?

He took a deep breath, asked over to the door and turned the knob. Before he could change his mind he shoved it open.

*******

"Hazel!" Frank gasped sitting up. His head pounded hard, as if someone had mistaken his head for a snare drum. His hands found the edge of a thin mattress under his fingertips. It took him five minuets alone just to calm his breathing down. His vision waved like he was staring through a glass of water. Frank blinked clearing his vision slightly. He was in a room. Some type of country theme going on, blue walls, wooden shelves, mini horse states and plaques all around him.

"What the-?!" Frank muttered his body stiff as he tried to look around.

"Oh Good. Your awake." His head snapped to the direction the voice came from. A woman stood in there door way. She had pale skin, and a light auburn colored hair. She wore a green cloak and jeans with a blouse.

She didn't look particularly threatening, but something told him she wasn't someone you made a strong alliance with. That is unless you wanted to be stabbed in the back.

Maybe it was the smile. No one has teeth that white. It just doesn't happen. She could blind a Hydra with those!

Or maybe it was the dagger. Wait, that was it. The dagger twirling in her hands, shaped with a wavy blade, sickly green lettering on the broad side. Yes with that in her hands she didn't look particularly trustworthy.

"Who-? Where-?" Frank asked, immediately guarding himself. What happened to his bow?!

She laughed, well more like giggled. Something about it sent shivers zooming down his spine.

"I'm Zelena." She said. "You're in my house."

"How?" Frank demanded.

"I brought you here."

A cold feeling floated in the air around him. The mist. The green mist that kidnapped him from The Stolls. Hazel's words echoed in his ears, his promise. Find them and leave. Something told him it might be slightly harder than that. Demigod dreams normal warned of something incredibly stupid happening. So what else was Hazel trying to warn him of?

Don't trust the man with the cloak of Stars.

"I just thought you should know," Zelena said, "You're welcome to anything in my house. You can go anywhere. Talk to anyone. Do anything, but I suggest you try not step off the property."

Frank could read between the lines. "I'm your prisoner? What the Pluto?! Who do you think you are?!"

"Just the Wicked Witch of the West." She batted her eyelashes at him then literally disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Frank was stunned. What? That didn't make any sense. Well, He didn't want it to make any sense. But suddenly things were making sense. The flying Monkeys chasing them, the green smoke, Zelena's incredibly white teeth.

He jumped off the bed starting for the door. He was leaving. What could she do, teleport him back to the house? Send a couple flying Monkeys after him? He could handle them with his bow.

He ignored the rest of the upstairs rooms and cautiously stepped down the stairs. He kept his eyes open for any dangers, but it seemed Zelena want taking any precautions to keep him there.

Frank didn't know whether that should make him more scared or not.

He scavenged the first room he came to, the foyer. There were two closets on either side of front door. He didn't feel exactly guilty about going through her stuff but Frank still felt weird when he closed the door after unsuccessfully locating his weapons.

He ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay, if I were a crazy story book villain who kidnapped a son of Mars and hid his bow," he muttered looking around, "where would I put it?"

His feet took him into the next room, a kitchen, with a fancy wooden table and shelves of decorative bottles. Looking around Frank couldn't actually believe a truly evil villain lived here. It looked too...

average.

Then his eyes traveled to the surrounding rooms. Honestly he wasn't expecting it to be just laying around. But as they say, the best hiding spot is in pain sight. Frank nearly leapt for joy as he walked over to the counter of the kitchen. His bow laid parallel to his arrows which were pristine and ready for use. He shouldered them both, feeling of completeness washing over him.

Complete until he remembered Hazel. Complete until he remembered his promise, and her warnings. Complete until he realized that her would give anything just to have her with him now instead of forging back home with the Stolls.

Complete until he noticed the strange glow coming from another room.

A living room. Where a young boy probably twelve, maybe eleven laid on a couch. His head lolled to the side, his chest not moving. In his right hand was a vibrant red apple with a single small bite out of the side.

*******

"I thought you'd never get here, Lad."

Travis was a little stunned by Hook, as he walked in. Robin was reclined in a chair in the corner of the room sound asleep, by the looks of it. Hook stood in the corner peering out a window, his back to Travis. Not that Travis cared in the first place. His eyes locked onto Connor and he made a beeline for him the four coaster bed.

"You knew I was coming?" Travis asked.

"No offense, but you'd think for a son of the thieving God you'd have a better hiding spot." Hook turned to look him flashing a cheesy grin. He couldn't get past the green lips still. Did the Pirate know he looked like he'd been kissing green sparking nail polish?

Travis didn't say anything. He leaned over Connor. Gods he was pale. It made Travis's throat close up. His knees suddenly felt weak.

"You okay, Mate?"

Something about that comment made him snap. A fire coursed through him, his fists squeezed so tight his nails were digging into his palms.

"Am I okay?" Travis asked, his voice quietly calm barely masking the outrage. "Do I look like I'm okay?! I died less than two hours ago! My younger brother is hanging on to his life by a single thread, that if three old hags decide to cut, I lose him forever!

"Then as if that's not bad enough there's a demented power crazy witch who seems to have made killing us her new hobby! And on my lovely trip to the freaking UNDERWORLD I think I saw my girl friend, meaning my SOUL MATE  is DEAD! MY BROTHER IS ALMOST DEAD! CAMP WAS UNDER ATTACK AND I DON'T HAVE A CLUE WHAT TO DO! FRANK COULD BE ANYWHERE, ANYTHING, AND ITS MY FAULT! AND ZEUS ALMIGHTY! GET THE GREEN LIPSTICK OF YOU'RE FACE BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND REARRANGE IT MYSELF!!"

Travis stood there trembling with rage, fighting the urge to pick up the closest thing and chuck it at the wall. Somehow Robin was still snoring in the corner mumbling something about...Regina? (A/N: I ship it!) Hook looked mildly surprised as his (good) hand went up to his mouth.

"Green lipstick..." He murmured, as though something was bothering him worse than that.

"Yes it is sparkling, and super iterating to look at!" Travis jerked his body around leaning on the edge of the comforter for balance. Connor didn't move, his body looking stiff and cold, like it was preparing for its shroud.

"Mate, as impressive as you're outbursts are," Hook said drawing his attention from his brother again, "There is no lipstick on my face."

"Really?" Travis snapped not turning around. "Have you tried looking in the mirror? What else would be on your lips?"

Travis didn't really care around the lipstick. He could care less what Hook wanted to wear. So he wasn't really ready for when Hook stumbled and nearly fell over.

"What's your problem?" Travis asked immediately wanting to take back the rudeness, but Hook didn't seem to have noticed.

"The spell." He said more to himself than Travis. His eyes flickered up to the young demigod. "You can see magic."

*******

Frank didn't need a guide on magic to know exactly what had happened. It was just like the story book. Eating the Apple = sleeping curse. He never would've admitted it but the first time he heard the story he refused to eat any apples for the next three years. He made a mental note to reenact his prohibition the next time he was offered an apple.

A red glow illuminated around the boy, pink unfamiliar symbols dancing around his head.

Was that magic? Is that what those signs were?

"So your the Demigod, Zelena was so desperate to have?"

Frank whipped around his bow loaded in one fluid motion. The man didn't seemed to be affected by the deadly weapon pointed at him. He was tall, and leaning on a cane. He'd looked like a wealthy businessman, if not for the fact he was a crazy witch's house.

"What's it to you?" Frank asked.

"Me? Nothing...."

Frank almost let out a sigh of relief.

"...Yet."

I hate everything. Frank thought.

"Well, dearie, if you're thinking of escaping," He rearranged his weight on his cane, "I'm afraid your out of luck."

"If I had any luck to start with, I wouldn't be here." Frank grumbled. He lowered his bow, but he still kept his distance. The kinda reminded him of a crocodile.

A ghost of a smile appeared on the man's face.

"Who is he?" Frank asked nodding towards the boy.

"That there is Henry Mills, unfortunately." The man shook his head like he couldn't quite believe it. "I can't even begin to fathom what forces Zelena is playing with."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well let's just say the mayor of Storybrooke, Regina Mills, doesn't like people taking her stuff."

Frank didn't say anything. But instead his stomach started to churn. He felt a connection with the boy as if they'd seen each other before.

"Is there any way to wake him up?"

The man seemed to find his question surprising. "True love's kiss. That's how you got up, right?"

Frank stared at him for a second. "Oh Gods." He ran to the kitchen sink, shoving past the man a little more roughly than he intended. After he finished emptying the contents of his stomach his hands still gripped the edge of the metal basin. The running water washed away the vomit, calming him down slightly. He grabbed a cup from a dish drainer and spit out the disgusting after taste.

Frank had been under a sleeping curse. His dream, being trapped in the red room with the flames and the curtains and boredom. Hazel must have been there. Was she still there? Is that why she asked if he loved her? Henry, he'd seen him there. The occasionally glimpse across the flames, the other figure had been him.

"I need to get out of here." Frank turned from the sink facing the man.

"What are you going to do?" The man asked. "Just walk off? Dearie, she's got flying Monkeys."

"I'm not walking off." Frank said glancing out the window at the clear fresh lawn. "I'm going to fly."

*******

"Magic?" Travis asked. "Wonderful. I don't really care. In case you didn't notice my brother just got struck by lightning."

"Yes, and watching him while he's unconscious, is going to help him." Hook retorted. "I'm sorry, Mate, but this is slightly more important to how you are going to survive next 24 hours than sitting here doing nothing."

"What am I suppose to do?!" Travis snapped. "I can't just leave him!"

"That's actually probably the best." Hook said. "If you pretend to be Connor, you could draw the the Wicked Witch's attention away from him. No one knows your alive anyway."

Travis cocked his head. "Why aren't you surprised I'm alive?"

Hook gave him a crooked grin. "From your stories, I've figured some people just don't stay dead."

"What am I suppose to do with my random ability to see this magic?"

"Well, here's a thought, maybe you could track the magic right back to the Wicked Witch."

"I could do without the sarcasm."

"You could find your friend."

"You mean, I could find Frank, who's probably fine, and you could find Henry, leading Emma Swan to be forever grateful to you?"

Hook winced at the mention of Emma.

"Hey Captain Swan," Travis grinned but it was only half hearted. "I ship it. Get it? Ship? Like the Jolly Roger? Never mind, I'll shut up now."

Are my jokes always this bad? Travis thought to himself. Nah....

His eyes shifted back to Connor. As long as The Wicked Witch thought Connor was weak and nearly dead, she was more likely come and finish the job. Could Travis assume the identity of his brother? Just for a short time? Or was he just making himself a bigger target.

Whatever, he was going to take down this Wicked Witch of West. He was going to do it even if it was the last thing he ever did. He looked down at Connor's pale face, still contoured in a slight pain.

I swear on the Styx, I will take down the Wicked Witch if it's the last thing I do.

If he'd been paying attention he would have noticed the ominous thunder that crashed in the distance.

Only when the screams started up didn't Travis remove himself from his world of vengeful plotting.

They were loud and many, screaming of more than just damsels in distress. Hook turned in a curious circle jumping to the window. Robin julted awake yelling something incoherent. Travis pulled back the curtain, attempting to let in the light, but the entire sky was dark.

The clouds moved like the ocean, giant waves of gray and black and...

Teeth.

Travis's heart nearly stopped. People on the side walk, that dared venture out of the shops fled for cover. In all truth Travis was tempted to curl into a ball himself and hope someone else saved day.

The sky itself was filled with flying Monkeys, the wings beating imharmoniously, screeching and hissing. The red eyes peeked behind the feathers and fur the fangs glistening with anticipation.

"By the Kings...." Robin stuttered shocked.

Hook growled turning for the door, Robin followed like it was practiced. Grim but determined. Hook turned to Travis who hasn't moved, pictures of the last war they fought against Gaea, flashing in his mind wildly.

"Are you coming, Mate?" A sly smile found it's way on Hook's green lips. "Trust me, you don't want to miss this."

Travis took one last look at Connor a swell of idiotic bravery brewing in his chest. He couldn't help wondering if this is what Percy felt like all the time. He pulled his celestial bronze dagger from his pocket, fitting his fingers around it just like at camp.

As he left the room, his head held high, and his eyes flashing dangerously he could help doubts filling mind. Especially the one that shouted loud and clear trying to crush his demigod solider will.

This is the Beginning of the End. And he wasn't sure if any of them would make it through it, alive.

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Oh, Travis, you have no idea how right you are... >=]

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