“Yes,” said the first judge. “The child died for a noble cause. She prevented many deaths by delaying the giant’s rise. She had courage to stand against the might of Gaea.”
“But she acted too late,” the third judge said sadly. “She is guilty of aiding and abetting an enemy of the gods.”
“The mother influenced her,” said the first judge. “The child can have Elysium. Eternal Punishment for Marie Levesque.”
“No!” Hazel shouted. “No, please! That’s not fair.”
The judges tilted their heads in unison. Gold masks, Hazel thought. Gold has always been cursed for me. She wondered if the gold was poisoning their thoughts somehow, so that they’d never give her a fair trial.
“Beware, Hazel Levesque,” the first judge warned. “Would you take full responsibility? You could lay this guilt on your mother’s soul. That would be reasonable. You were destined for great things. Your mother diverted your path. See what you might have been.…”
Another image appeared above the judges. Hazel saw herself as a little girl, grinning, with her hands covered in finger paint. The image aged. Hazel saw herself growing up—her hair became longer, her eyes sadder. She saw herself on her thirteenth birthday, riding across the fields on her borrowed horse. Sammy laughed as he raced after her: What are you running from? I’m not that ugly, am I? She saw herself in Alaska, trudging down Third Street in the snow and darkness on her way home from school.
Then the image aged even more. Hazel saw herself at twenty. She looked so much like her mother, her hair gathered back in braids, her golden eyes flashing with amusement. She wore a white dress—a wedding dress? She was smiling so warmly, Hazel knew instinctively she must be looking at someone special—someone she loved.
The sight didn’t make her feel bitter. She didn’t even wonder whom she would have married. Instead she thought: My mother might’ve looked like this if she’d let go of her anger, if Gaea hadn’t twisted her.
“You lost this life,” the first judge said simply. “Special circumstances. Elysium for you. Punishment for your mother.”
“No,” Hazel said. “No, it wasn’t all her fault. She was misled. She loved me. At the end, she tried to protect me.”
“Hazel,” Frank whispered. “What are you doing?”
She squeezed his hand, urging him to be silent. The judges paid him no attention.
Finally the second judge sighed. “No resolution. Not enough good. Not enough evil.”
“The blame must be divided,” the first judge agreed. “Both souls will be consigned to the Fields of Asphodel. I’m sorry, Hazel Levesque. You could have been a hero.”
She passed through the pavilion, into yellow fields that went on forever. She led Frank through a crowd of spirits to a grove of black poplar trees.
“You gave up Elysium,” Frank said in amazement, “so your mother wouldn’t suffer?”
“She didn’t deserve Punishment,” Hazel said.
“But…what happens now?”
“Nothing,” Hazel said. “Nothing…for all eternity.”
They drifted aimlessly. Spirits around them chattered like bats—lost and confused, not remembering their past or even their names.
Hazel remembered everything. Perhaps that was because she was a daughter of Pluto, but she never forgot who she was, or why she was there.
“Remembering made my afterlife harder,” she told Frank, who still drifted next to her as a glowing purple Lar. “So many times I tried to walk to my father’s palace.…” She pointed to a large black castle in the distance. “I could never reach it. I can’t leave the Fields of Asphodel.”
“Did you ever see your mother again?”
Hazel shook her head. “She wouldn’t know me, even if I could find her. These spirits…it’s like an eternal dream for them, an endless trance. This is the best I could do for her.”
Time was meaningless, but after an eternity, she and Frank sat together under a black poplar tree, listening to the screams from the Fields of Punishment. In the distance, under the artificial sunlight of Elysium, the Isles of the Blest glittered like emeralds in a sparkling blue lake. White sails cut across water and the souls of great heroes basked on the beaches in perpetual bliss.
“You didn’t deserve Asphodel,” Frank protested. “You should be with the heroes.”
“This is just an echo,” Hazel said. “We’ll wake up, Frank. It only seems like forever.”
“That’s not the point!” he protested. “Your life was taken from you. You were going to grow up to be a beautiful woman. You...”
His face turned a darker shade of purple. “You were going to marry someone,” he said quietly. “You would have had a good life. You lost all that.”