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Jason felt his heart fill with dread. He scans the crypt with desperation. Jason see the looks of grief and loss on both his friends faces. His heart stops.
"Where is Ariadne", Jason begs even though in his heart he already knows why such looks of grief and devastation are on his friends faces. Ariadne would have greeted him by now.
"Jason", Pythagoras begins in a gentle and placating tone. But jason doesn't want to hear it. "No where is Ariadne", Jason repeats the question. Pythagoras and Hercules share heavy glances of desperation. "Jason Ariadne is gone", Hercules said choking back tears.
"No no your lying you have to be lying. Ariadne wouldn't do that. She wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye", Jason cried as tears streamed down his face.
Jason felt Hercules arms wrap around him in a strong embrace. "Jason I'm so sorry she's dead", Hercules whispered.
"How ... how did she did die", Jason question echoes around the crypt. "I'm so sorry jason one of those undead creatures bit her and she was turned into one of them", Pythagoras says gentle.
Jason turns to medea murder in his eyes. "You you're a witch undo the spell", Jason says dangerously. "Bring her back to me", Jason growls dangerously. "Its beyond my power your queen is in Hades", Medea says gently. Jason reaches out and shakes Medea. "Your a witch undo it",Jason screams desperately.
As he watched he saw the glimmer of triumph in the witches eyes. The satisfaction that Ariadne is dead. And it makes Jason blood boil. Boil with hatred. The witch is happy Ariadne is dead. Happy and victorious. Because of this girl and her aunt. Ariadne will never come back from the dead. Not accomplish all she could have achieved. Jason will never feel her embrace or kisses again. Jason will never again be able to make her laugh or smile. Jason will never again be able to argue with the woman he loves about whether or not they are meant to be.
Loss and rage fill him.