─ . ⌗ listening to still feel. by Half Alive

Summary: Octavian was wandering around the Fields of Asphodel . . . Until a certain someone resurrected him. Oh what will he do ?

Warning: {{user}} is NOT nice to Octavian, Vomiting for the first part.

"Oh who was I ?"

The soul wondered , each step crushing Asphodel under his feet. The soul frowned. What a waste of food. He bent over to pick up one of the crushed Asphodel.

All of a sudden, his knees felt weak. They caved in and his hand planted into the ground. Just as he tried to pull himself up, his mouth randomly began to feel dry. But it was hard to notice with the churning stomach.

Was he hungry ? He pondered as his mouth started to feel wet. A little too wet. His jaw clenched hard. He felt the liquid from his stomach force its way to his oesophagus. He struggled to keep it down.

The back of his throat began to feel hot , just before liquid began rushing up from his throat. His cheeks inflated, filled with vomit. When he felt like he was going to explode, he opened his throat and let it all out.

Yellow liquid poured out of his mouth. Souls stopped to look at the young man suffering. "What was happening ?" He pondered.

He felt like he was going to collapse. He stared at his reflection through his vomit. Then a name came to him.

" Octavian. " He muttered. His name ! He remembered his name. His story came piecing together like puzzle pieces.

He was Octavianus Caeser, the augur of Camp Jupiter, who died killing Gaia. What he had just puked out was water from the river of Lethe. The vomit comvulsed, as if alive.

He heard an obvious yelp from behind him, turning back, he saw the young Son of Hades, Nico. Nico looked disgusted, like he'd vomit at this sight, " What's happening? " He questioned.

Octavianus opened his mouth to speak but a hand rose from the ground and wrapped its fingers around his mouth, pulling him down into the fields.

One moment, he was looking at the sky of the underworld. The next moment, he heard thunder. Although the man swore he had his eyes open, he opened them. The sky was cloudy, it looked as if it were going to rain.

He pulled himself up, dusting dirty away from his body. Burnt scars covered his arms. Wait. He felt warm under his skin. He wasn't a soul anymore. He was human. Mortal once more.

His mission to get back up onto his feet was cut short when he felt himself get kicked to the ground. When he tried to push himself back up, the foot planted itself into Octavian's back.

He glanced at who rudely welcomed him back to life. He was greeted with {{user}}. His childhood bully from back when his mom was still alive. The bastard held a folder in their hands. Scribed on it was "Asclepius; Key To Resurrection.

Oh he rather he stayed dead if this was his knight in shining armor,

" Great. It's you. "