Authors Note: Back already. I was a tad surprised at myself. I was actually dedicated to writing it. Better than X-men, yeah? Thanks for all those lovely people who reviewed. Means alot, ya know? Anywho. Here's chapter two; Enjoy! P.S. Again. A special thanks to my wonderful Beta. He who still won't be named.

Chapter Two: Occurance.

By: Orochi-Ne.

'Ring' the bell went off and I shot to my feet. School was almost over. Thank God for that. I preferred spending my days at the mental home. At least there I could get work done. Then again, what work could a fifteen year old kid really have to do? I strolled quietly down the hallway. At least I wasn't stumbling like normal. The medication seemed to be working. My ADHD was being kept under control.

I faked a smile at another student before sliding into the library. I flicked my bangs out of my eyes and nodded to the librarian who was occupied with typing away at her computer- Why do I keep getting the feeling that I've seen her before? I stopped and watched her type. She looked- what's the polite way to say it; odd sounds about right. She was pale skinned. She had jet black hair that flowed down to a little below her shoulder. Her eyes seemed to gleam with a black fire.

Before I could walk away and I heard her ask in almost an annoyed voice.

"Need something, shrimp?"

I could feel my eyebrow beginning to twitch. Odd, I seem to have a real problem with people calling me out of my name.

"Devon" I responded in a harsh tone. "Actually I do. Are there any books on ancient Greek myths?"

She arched her eyebrow at me and gave a low chuckle. She raised her hand before pointing directly in front of her.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you could check the Mythology section or maybe the section on ancient civilizations?"

I could see her trying to hide a grin. It wasn't working all that well.

"Thanks." I spat out. She simply giggled and nodded.

I walked past her desk, tuning out the giggles and snickers I received from the infuriating librarian.

The school library was actually a pretty decent place. It offered a lot of different books, for a lot of different people. You had suicide books for the dark and books about medieval torture devices for the demented. It even offered books about vampires who sparkled every time they went into the sun for your occasional psychopath.

I grabbed two books from the mythology section and one from the ancient Greece section. I glanced around the library before eyeing a table. I made a quick stroll nabbing the table from a couple of geek- That wouldn't be fair to call them that just because they weren't popular. So, I put them in the same category as me; popularity challenged.

They glared at me for a few seconds, before finally leaving. I flashed my distorted grin at the librarian who was still giggling from her desk. I opened both of the Greek myth books and placed them in front of me. First thing too look up? Trish or what was it that guy called her?

"Euryale." The voice in my head added in quietly.

I nodded silently, before flipping to the index.

"Page Seven-fifty."

I flipped through the large book as quickly as possible. I stopped on page seven-fifty and arched my eyebrow at the sight. There was Trish standing next to two other girls who appeared to have some sort of obvious relation.

I glanced around the page.

'There were three Gorgons in classical Greek history. While some descriptions vary though Greek literature, the term usually refers to any of three sisters who had a hair of living breathing venomous snakes and could turn anything to stone with their glare.'

I blinked. Was that the reason that guy held his sword in front of his eyes, maybe to stop himself from being turned to stone?

I sighed. If what I was reading was true that would mean that Trish had to be over a thousand years old. I placed the book to the side and pulled out the white card that- Kenneth ha- Wait. That doesn't sound right.

"Kenny. Ken. Keith? Keith!"

I mentally slapped myself. I glanced around the library to find most of the people staring at me. Though, that wasn't unusual. The mentally ill kid always got the stares. I sighed aloud before glancing at the card. I held it up to my eyes and tried to find some type of writing. It wasn't like I hadn't been trying this for damn near two weeks now. I'd suppose giving up would be the easiest thing to do.

I stood to my feet and sighed taking the books up to the librarian's desk. I placed them on her desk and she turned to face me arching her eyebrow.

"Wow. Three books, sure a little guy like you can handle it?"

I could feel it. My brow was twitching again. I breathed a calming sigh and closed my eyes. I opened them to see the librarian holding my white card. The voice in my head was buzzing.

"Attention, kleptomaniac five feet away!"

I stifled a chuckle and tried to retain my serious face. The library girl glanced at me before shrugging. She passed my card back to me and began to check out the books.

"So, tell me shrimp what-"

"Devon" Being polite didn't seem to work with this one. So maybe snarling it at her worked better.

"Ah. Yes, Devon. What are you planning on doing with all these books?"

I shrugged my shoulders, passing each book into my bag.

"Research"

She arched her eyebrow before nodding at me.

"Oh. If you don't mind me asking, who's the person on the card?"

I blinked. Person on the- I whipped out the white card and read it quietly to myself.

'If you're reading this you've passed the first test. Though, this challenge was mediocre at best. Now my friend here lays the real quest. The daughter of the dead shall be your guide. To help you find what you've been missing inside. Carefully you shall go, until you meet the one who bends dreams to and fro'. '

Your buddy

Keith McKnight

I felt it. My brow was at it again. My eyes glanced upward at Heather who simply arched her eyebrow.

"Must be some type of RPG, right?"

My brow furrowed. I would've loved to answer her question. But, in this situation I was as lost as she was. I closed my eyes and tried to remember something. Any little piece of information would help. I was sure of it. Then almost as if of my suffering the voice in my head seemed to rain down a simple answer.

"Hades" My brain chirped into over-drive as I slowly began to formulate answers.

"Hades makes sense." I mumbled aloud.

Heather was suppressing a faint grin. Why did it feel like, she knew something I was so fortunate not too.

"Huh?"

I glanced out her silently.

"Hades was the god of the dead in Greek myths. The line about the dead daughter could mean a daughter of Hades- Which doesn't make sense unless the gods were-"

"Were real?" The female in front of me grinned faintly.

I stumbled backwards as the bell rang. It was all making sense. Euryale was real. That didn't explain Keith and the other guy. And it sure as hell didn't explain this weird library chick, telling me that Greek myths were real.

She smiled at me and handed me a black card- whoa, these kids really like they're colors.

I took it and I could actually read it.

'The truth is on its way, though if want to feel safe I'd suggest you and I have a small date. A briefing if you will to discuss, what's gotten your mind in a fuss. '

Your secret instructor

Heather Tolintino.

I blinked and glanced up at the desk. She was gone. Brief smells lingered were she once stood. A smell one would describe when they passed on. I felt my nose cringe I wasn't familiar with this smell but, if I took a guess I'd say it can only be described in one word; death.

I sighed aloud. I pushed my hands through my hair and prepared for the night to come. Strangely, I couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement. I was actually going to learn what I was! Let's just pray she doesn't say, I'm so type of misplaced freak who doesn't belong- Though. That doesn't sound that bad.

Authors Note: Ah. Chapter three should be up next week. The next chapter in the Tales of Olympus series; Chance.