Hi. Sorry I didn't update last weekend, I got brainwashed from playing six games of laser tag in one day.

Anyway, here's the next chapter!


Slashing through monsters was fun. Unfortunately, I think we just scared that girl more.

"Up you go," Will said, boosting her into the chariot. It was now full to the brim with seven people in it. Actually, that many people shouldn't be able to fit in one. They're only supposed to hold two, right? Hey! That reminds me of the song 'Better Dig Two' by The Band Perry.

"Ori? Ori, you in there?" Fiona snapped her fingers in fornt of my face. I shook myself out of music land.

"Yeah, sorry. ADHD catching up to me," I answered.

"Okay. Well, we need to explain this whole thing to Juliette so she understands. Okay?"

I looked at her, shocked. "You want me to explain?"

"I don't. Malcolm does. He says that for this whole deal we're in will make more sense coming from a person who's been through the same thing. Well, kind of. And it makes sense, but I still don't agree with him," Fiona said.

"Ugh, fine," I groaned. How was I supposed to explain this when I had virtually just found out maybe two hours ago? Either way, I still had to get the job done.

I sat down next to Juliette. She was rather small and lithe, which was probably what kept her alive and away from those monsters. She wa built for running fast.

Her honey blonde hair was braided to one side, like Katniss' hair in the movie. I love that movie... Get back on track, stupid ADHD mind.

"Juliette?" I said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up a little bit. Her eyes shone with tears and her face was red. Lovin him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street... NOT HELPING ADHD!

"What do you want?" She said, her voice cracking.

" Well, I want to apologize for what happened to you and for possibly freaking you out, but I'm also here to explain." She looked up at me when I said that.

Holding my gaze for what seemed like years, she finally said, "An explanation would be greatly appreciated." She wiped the tears from her face and cleared her throat. "What were those things?"

"They were Cyclopes, one-eyed monsters from Greek mythology."

"If they were from mythology, shouldn't they not exist?" she asked, not missing a beat. I was surprised she had pulled herself together so quickly.

" That's the thing. Greek mythology is real. The gods, monsters, everything," I said, wincing as if I thought she would explode in my face.

"Really? That can't be true. It just can't. If it was, wouldn't everyone still believe it?" she asked after shaking her head about a billion times.

"Nope. Once Rome fell, the gods weren't believed in anymore. Plus Olympus moves with the heart of western civilization. Can you guess where the gods are now?" I asked Juliette.

"China? They're pretty techno and modern... Or maybe Japan..." Juliette thought out loud.

"Nope. They're here. In fact, I think that they've been here since Cristopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue. America was the new destination for everyone to go to. The gods must have been here since then."

"They've been here since before the Civil War," Malcolm called back.

"So, the gods exist. Okay then. But what does that have to do with me?" she asked with a confused expression on her face.

"Um, the gods have always been rather involved in human affairs... Emphasis on affairs." I bit my lip, wondering if she'd get it.

"Affairs? What does that have to with me?" She said, looking just as confused as before. Then she gasped. "You- you mean my mother is a goddess?"

"Well, I suppose. We don't know if it's my mom or dad, but they are pretty sure I'm a demigod because I'm adopted and I can see the pegasi." Her eyes widened when she realized there actually were pegasi harnessed to the front of the chariot.

"Yeah, I lived with my dad... And sister. Bu- but they're... Not there any more. De - dead. The monsters got them first," she whispered. She choked, her eyes threatening to tear up again.

"It's okay... They'll be in the Underworld now. You will get to see them again, don't worry."

"Guys?" Will called from up front. "We're here."