Golden Tusks

Before they fell into the trap, Jack was already feeling uneasy.

The atmosphere of the underworld was chilly and a little on the creepy side, almost as if it was gently rubbing against his skin, urging him to take a step in a direction he wasn't interested in. No doubt it would lead him into one trap or the other, but if he had known he was eventually going to fall for one, he may have given in to the call of the Underworld.

He was reassured with Newt by his side. Although it was barely over a week since they had met, the events following left that first day with the Stymphallian birds fuzzy. But he was glad Newt had a broad knowledge of the greek stories and myths. If anyone could come up with a plan to take down some scary-looking beast, it was going to be him.