"Apollo, do you have any idea of how to get us out of here?" Mylo asks. 
"Yeah, there are several escapes, but they're for guards only." Apollo answers, wiping the tears away from his cheeks. 
"Oh." Mylo twiddles with his fingers. 
I walk over to the puddle of metallic goop and crouch in front of it. 
"Hazel?" Apollo asks, walking up behind me, putting one of his small hands on my shoulder. 
"How'd I do that?" I turn and look at Mylo, who crouches beside me. 
"I really have no idea, I'm sorry." He puts his hand on my other shoulder.
I reach my hand out and place it inside. 
"Hazel!" Mylo yells, grabbing my hand and jerking it back. "That's gotta hurt." He lifts my hand and places a few light kisses on the palm, wincing slightly as the hot skin makes contact with his lips. 
"No, it doesn't hurt." I say, looking at him. 
"Maybe that's your maji, immune to heat." Apollo suggests.
"How would I burn the metal, if I'm immune to heat?" I ask.
"I dunno." He says.
"We should get out of here." I blurt. 
Mylo nods. "But, how?" 
"Mylo, is the Urna concentration as high in here?" I ask.
"No it's actually a bit lower." He answers. "But it's still risky." 
"Are you willing to take that risk?" I ask.
"Why are we concerned about the Urna? That only hurts you if you're a traveler." Apollo asks.
"I'm the one with the key." Mylo murmurs, seeming embarrassed with the phrase.
Apollo gasps, covering his mouth. "Really?!" 
"Yeah, let's just get out of here." Mylo murmurs, taking his key off, his hands shaking with the movement.
"Are you sure about this, My?" I ask.
"I wanna get out of here, I'm pretty sure that the guards are coming to check on us sometime soon." Mylo thrusts his key into the air. "Reira." He whispers
The portal opens and I direct Apollo in, pulling Mylo through.
"Guess you didn't die." I smile. 
Apollo completely ignores me. "So your the one with the key?!" 
"Yeah." Mylo blushes. 
"Aren't you supposed to be evil?" 
"That was my dad." Mylo murmurs.
"So you're a good guy?" Apollo asks.
"Yup." Mylo answers.
I suddenly feel light-headed and weary. I reach out and grab hold of Mylo's shoulder. 
"You okay, Hazee?" Mylo asks, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"What's happening?" Apollo asks. 
"I'm fi--" Everything goes black. 

The room lights up, a blinding white waving in from of my eyes. In the distance stands a familiar man. Black hair and delicious green eyes you could even see from over here. It was Eugene. I start running, ignoring the jelly feeling in my legs. I'm about to launch myself onto him, when he starts on fire. Shrieking in pain, he collapses onto his knees, patting himself all around. I reach my hands out to help, when a poof of smoke appears in place of Eugene, then dissipates. Instead of Eugene, there stands Satan himself, a staff in hand. The staff was made of black log, the end of it curling around to make a spiral, and at the end there was a blood red crystal.
He points his staff at me, the room turning red, and burning.
I try to move and get out of the way of that disconcerting staff.
The bulb-ish crystal lights up as a petrifying beam of light shoots toward me.
As it nears I struggle, pushing myself around trying to get out of the way.
The beam hits the center of my chest and all the air I was saving in my lungs escapes, knocking me useless.
After a minute my lungs beg for air, but the slight try to inhale, stings and zaps, hurting more than the oxygen deprivation itself.

All of a sudden I wake, taking a deep exhale and opening my eyes.
Apollo stands over me, holding my hand with his tiny one. "Mylo!"
I could hear footsteps walking into the room, echoing off the white walls. 
"Where am I?" I ask the little boy standing before me. 
"In Mylo's room, I think." He says, tapping his small nose and looking around.
"Is she responsive?" Mylo asks from the doorjamb.
"Lemme check." Apollo turns toward me, then puts up his hand, holding up 4 fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"4, I'm not blind." I say, sitting up.
"Hazel, how do you feel?" Mylo asks, walking into the room, sitting on the bed.
I look at him, his usual bubbly happiness replaced with concern. "My head hurts."
"She wasn't breathing for a minute." Apollo squeaks. 
"What?!" Mylo yells.
"Mylo." I whisper, putting my hand on his bicep. 
His face softens. "Yes?" 
"I have a feeling, a gut feeling really, that this, all this fainting and stuff, isn't normal." I explain.
He nods. "I think that, too."
"Is there anyone we can see?" I ask, looking over at him.
"Yeah, but it's not through the key." He says, pushing my hair back with his hand. 
"Where is it then?" I ask.
"Texas." He answers.

"Why Texas?" I ask.
"What's a Texas?" Apollo asks.
"A state, in the US." I answer.
He still looks confused.
"We'll show you, don't worry."
"It's because I know a guy in Texas, who could probably fix you." He says. "But we'll need a car."