Until I can think so something more to happen with Travis and the others on the quest, this chapter will be on Olympus the whole time. Yay! Screwdom! (screw-dom: the art of being screwed) me and my buddy I sit with on the bus made it up when there was a really big storm. XP
On Olympus…
3rd person POV
The ragged breathing seemed to fill the air throughout the whole mountain. It filled some of the immortals who live here with pity. Others only laughed.
"He was stupid enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." someone said.
"Or he just wants attention, like he did was he younger." Another pointed out.
"Or he's just tricking us for his own amusement. Or just so he can lay around and have people do stuff for him." a third voice added. It was three nymphs, their names forgotten.
Unknown to them, the very Olympian they were talking about was closer then ever to death. His throat was so sore that it brought tears to his eyes. And immortals never cry about pain. They can get a foot or an arm cut off without shedding a single tear. And no one with a brain doubted Hermes ability to deal with pain. He's felt every kind of pain there is. Heartbreak, shredded limbs, chopped off arms (but they grew back), and countless other painful things. And yet, the pain in his throat was worse then that off everything else. Even breathing through his nose hurt. He couldn't swallow anything, so nectar or any soothing liquid was out of the question. Pill weren't even suggested, ice cream hurt for him to swallow sense the whole thing started.
It seemed hopeless. He could hardly keep his eyes open, being worn out from work and the effort to fight off whatever disease overtook him. Apollo wouldn't let him close his eyes, out of the fear it would be the last time his eyes ever close. And wouldn't open again. It was torture. Possibly one of the only times an immortal would admit to wanting death.
"Stay awake, just a few more days! They'll have the sap by then. If you let go now, all your children, and every mortal you've touched, even if it was just accidentally hitting their hand, will die." Apollo insisted. Hermes could blink in reply. Groaning would hurt. He wanted so badly to sleep, or just close his eyes for a few minutes, but he knew it would be the end of him.
But the pain. It was so much, almost too much. He had to pass some of it on. If he didn't, it would kill him. Apollo must've saw that pleading look in his eyes. But before Apollo could reach forward to allow Hermes to pass on the pain, a nymph named Willow, who lived in Hermes house, came forward.
"I want to help my master." Was all she said. No greetings, no asking how he is. But she was a kind nymph, always one who cared about others. Hermes thought of her as a sister. Although he didn't like it when she called him 'master', he couldn't find the strength, to protest. Not that he could've anyway, with how sore his throat was. But he didn't want to give her some of the burn.
But she insisted. She held out her arm, and Hermes gently touched it. The thing with immortals is that they can transfer pain by just a simple touch. Which was part of the reason that they didn't like being touched by others. But any immortal who touched another one that was in pain and wanting to get rid of it, would feel that pain. Or a part of it. So when Hermes touched Willow's arm, she felt a rush of burning pain, and ache unlike anything she's ever felt before. It wouldn't make her sick, but she would feel the pain for a few hours.
But even being relieved of some of the pain, it was still almost overpowering for an all-powerful Olympian.
Give me ideas! Should Travis, Conner, Sara, and Amanda get attacked along the way, or should the gods keep the monsters from getting to them because of the circumstances? Should they be too late? Should monsters attack? Should it only be bad weather and Travis's clumsiness get in the way? Is it Travis or Conner who's clumsy? And I getting annoying with all these questions?
PLEASE REVIEW AND HELP WITH THE CHOICES OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW THAT THEIR QUEST HAS OFFICALLY STARTED!