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Chapter 9

For the first few days home, everyone was quite calm. In some ways.

While there were arguments and personal space issues, we generally just watched TV. The most interesting thing we watched was probably how two mountains had appeared in Greece overnight but, besides that, we had quite an uneventful few days.

Po soon began taking trips to the lake and wouldn't return for hours at a time, coming back a few minutes before the darkness settled in. However, when Po came home, Haden left, usually muttering something about trying to find hell hounds. It was around then that I would try and pretend I hadn't heard him. Harry, however, didn't wait for the others to return home. He would rise early, disappear into the forest and wouldn't be seen until very late at night or very early in the morning. These three seemed to get along with each other the best, very rarely fighting with each other.

Aaron, Anna and Po, however, fought on a daily basis.

The fights were often loud and often ended in either Anna or Aaron getting thrown in the lake or Anna pushing the boys off the roof. Some of their arguments were a tiny bit quieter though you could often tell when one had happened if you saw Anna preparing dinner with a sword. There never a more dangerous time to enter the kitchen then when Anna was in there preparing sushi with a samurai sword.

But besides that, and a few instances where Zach's lightning bolt refused to leave his hand, we were, overall, a pretty calm family.

And then Henri and Alex got bored.

The last time Alex and Henri had gotten bored, the entire family took an unplanned swim when visiting the aquarium. In the shark tank.

But this time, oh this time, they were a lot more creative.

At first it was silly things like annoying Aaron and Anna, switching Phe's shampoo with an oil concoction or stealing petty objects. It was enough, however, to make us grow wary. We tried to avoid Henri and Alex as much as possible, even going as far as taking our weapons with us everywhere.

But soon, the petty stealing and irritating arguments grew until the arguments would last for hours and would end in violence or tricking Haden into a freshly dug hole in the forest. I once walked in on Alex spraying whipped cream onto Aaron's hand while Henri was tickling his face. However, in Henri's other hand was a long string of fresh, raw fish, dangled low over Aaron's head. I had enough sense to get out of there before Aaron woke up and, most likely, exploded.

They put super glue on the door handles, placed wild animals in the closets, hid and set every single alarm clock we owned to go off at the same time and even, somehow, moved Helena's and Deanna's beds onto the roof with their bras hanging from the knobs.

Even Anna had lost her cool when Henri and Alex were provoking her at the mouth of the stairs. In fact, she got so upset that she pushed them both down the stairs. Henri was able to save himself by wearing his winged sandals which let him never touch the floor in the end. Alex wasn't as lucky.

All in all, we didn't discover anything new about our powers nor have any memories come back to us. Alex and Henri kept us incredibly occupied; however, I did notice that, not once, did they prank me.

For the first few days.

Because of the privacy issues, we had to set up timetables for showering and bathing due to Aaron accidentally walking in on Phe when she was showering once or twice. When Phe had asked me to swap times with her, I complied only to help her out. I didn't fancy Aaron walking in on me any time soon.

Early the next morning, I took a towel and fresh change of clothes into the bathroom and stripped away my pyjamas. The room was made up entirely of glass and glossy black tiles, the shower made of glazed glass. Twisting the knob beside the shower door, I quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind me. That was when I noticed that the water wasn't running.

I glanced at the shower head cautiously, taking a tentative step forward. I reached out, wrapping my hands around the head.

Then the water spurted out.

I shrieked, leaping out of the shower as the water jetted down onto the tiles, tinted an ugly green. A foul odour emitted from the liquid as it swirled and eddied back into the drain.

Rage bubbled through me. Only two people would be able to do this.

Snatching my towel from the counter and wrapping it securely around myself, I stormed out of the room.

"Boys!" I screeched.

Alex and Henri were by the wall opposite me, their faces open in shock. They looked like they very much wanted to turn and run but they stood still, taking in the scene with horrified faces. "B-b-but, this Phe's shower time," Alex stuttered.

"We switched," I seethed.

Henri closed his mouth slowly, stretching it into a smirk. "I can see that."

I glared at him. "You doused me in something!"

Alex, being the smart one, took a wary step away from me. However, Henri merely folded his arms. "Though I'm feeling slightly guilty, what are you going to do about it? You're in a towel."

The red haze of rage that I now associated with Artemis covered my vision. I didn't know what came over me but I wanted nothing more than to hurt Henri.

In a few quick strides, I crossed the distance between us and grabbed his shoulders, kneeing him in the crotch. "That's what I'm going to do about it." I hissed as he doubled over in pain.

The rage haze still blinded me yet I turned around, satisfied. A part of me knew that I was overreacting but I felt as if Henri had betrayed me. No, I felt as if Hermes betrayed me.

Before I could walk away, however, a hand fell on my shoulder, spinning me until I was slammed to the wall. My hands crushed between the wall and my back, Henri leaned against me heavily, restraining me. His vibrant green irises bored into my own, his face suddenly serious. My heart suddenly stopped as I stared him in the eyes, my world slowly fading away.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

My attention snapped away from his eyes, my face instantly hardening into a mask. I had let my guard down. I wouldn't do it again. "Well," I drawled, "It's kind of hard to take your apology seriously since I'm half naked."

Henri blushed furiously and dropped my hands to my sides, taking a step back.

I smirked. "I thought so."

Hoisting my towel back up to an appropriate height, I stalked past him and a very shocked looking Alex. "Oh," I called over my shoulder, "by the way, I accept your apology."

I found it almost cute, actually.

The way he blushed just made me want to giggle, though I could count how many times I had ever giggled on one hand. A few years ago, in our first year of middle school, Henri revealed that he had a crush on me. I did find it cute so I decided to let him down gently. He dealt with it well but I found that he always kept a soft spot for me. Either way, I found it adorable.

Just not adorable enough to give up my no dating status.

I threw on some clothes, hanging up my towel before rushing down the stairs. Henri and Alex were leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, their faces pulled into winces. Zach, face pulled into a mask of exasperation, was speaking to them in hushed whispers.

I stifled a smirk.

I could tell there and then that Zach was finally telling them off and, by the look of the scene before me, his words were strict and final. Henri's eyes met mine and he flinched. Zach slowly turned his head, leaning comfortably against the wall beside the boys when he saw me. "Archer, it's nice of you to join us."

I hissed at the unwelcome nickname. "Don't call me that."

He shrugged. "Fine. I've called a meeting in the living room and I was just telling these two boys," he gestured to Henri and Alex as they visibly flinched, "to stop their little pranks. Isn't that right boys?"

They nodded mutely, causing Zach to grin. "Good."

Grinning lightly, I followed Zach and the boys down the hallway, taking a sharp left into the living room. I took the seat closest to the fire, perching myself, once again, on the edge just in case.

"Alright," Zach said, seating himself once again between Haden and Po, "We've taken the week off to train and to study the symptoms of our unique cases but instead of doing that, we've been watching TV and throwing fish at each other," he gave a pointed glare at Henri and Alex who high fived each other, "We need to get a grip on ourselves and start actually working towards a goal. The reason I've gathered you here today is that, before we start working, we need to work out an actual goal. Any ideas?"

Henri raised his hand, smiling profoundly but quickly lowered it when Zach shot him a Give me a break look.

A sudden idea occurred to me. I glanced up at the room. "Has anyone in this room had a moment since the discovery where your mind is taken over by a different image then the one in front of you? Almost like a memory?"

For a few moments there was nothing but silence. A few of my siblings gave me confused and worried stares as if they were worried about my mental health. But, then again, this was coming from the kids who just discovered they were Greek Gods.

Phe looked up uncomfortably. "I think I know what you're talking about."

My head pivoted to face Phe. "Really?"

She nodded. "Every time I see Aaron, I keep having these," she blushed as she paused, "intense images placed in my head."

Aaron grinned from his seat beside her. "Oh, really? What's in these images of yours?"

"Shut up, Aaron."

I raised my eyebrows. I had the sudden feeling that we had gotten off topic.

I flipped my head towards the sound of Anna's voice, the room suddenly quieting. "I don't think these images are random. If I'm correct, I presume we've all had these," she paused, searching for the right word, "flares ever since we've found the Greek Room. I think their just memories from our past life," he voice sunk to a whisper, "The life of the Gods."

Flashes of all the strange flares I had rose in my mind. It made sense to say that they were memories but it almost pained me to think that they were my memories. I, Amelia Lewis, average teenage girl, had duelled the God of War, Ares, and experienced a council session of the Gods where Zeus was actually present. I had done that, not Artemis or some mythological creature. I had done that.

And it was terrifying.

"But has anyone," Zach said, interrupting my thoughts, "actually explored these flares? Has anyone tried to learn anything about them at all?"

"No." Deanna said quietly.

Zach nodded, triumphant. "Exactly. We need to train and to explore are powers which is the reason we're home at the moment. We're not here to watch TV and search through the girl's underwear drawers." He gave Henri and Alex another pointed look.

"But I have been training," Po interrupted, "I've been training every single day!"

"You've been swimming. That's not training."

"But I'm Poseid-"

"Yes, we know you're Poseidon which means that, to you, swimming is barely strengthening your muscles," Zach sighed, casting his eyes across the room, "I mean some actual hard core training."

Once again, the room was full with silence, the awkward waves in the air almost visible. Suddenly, Harry raised his hand hesitantly.

Zach raised his eyebrows. "Yes, Harry?"

Pushing up the bridge of his glasses, Harry replied, "I've been training."

Helena scoffed. "Oh yeah," she sneered, "and I'm Tinker bell."

Harry frowned, "I have!"

"Calm down," Zach snapped, cutting off Helena before she even had a chance to retort, "Harry, why don't you explain how you've been training?"

Harry shrugged. "I'd rather show you."

Harry led us, amazingly enough, into the forest. He winded through the trees with us hurrying to catch up, following some unseen path. As we wound deeper into the forest, the world around us began to darken, the ground turning damp and moist while shadows hid at every corner, hiding invisible treasures in their murky depths.

I shivered involuntarily. I felt as if eyes were watching me through the leaves and shadows we passed, eyes that watched us on a daily basis, which knew our every habit and move. I wanted nothing more than to reach wherever Harry was leading us before I lost my mind.

There was just something extremely unfamiliar and hostile about the usually friendly forest I had grown up with, something almost otherworldly.

In an instant, Henri was by my side, a cocky grin plastered on his face. "Are you alright? You seem like you're in need of a rescuer!"

I raised my eyebrows. "From what exactly?"

He plastered on a horrified mask, staring at me in mock amazement. "Why, my dear," he said dramatically, gesturing to the forest, "This forest is the resting place of a terrible beast. I was afraid that you were scared."

I scoffed. "In your dreams."

He nodded gravely. "In my dreams, Aaron is the terrible beast as well."

"What did you say, lover boy!" Aaron yelled, pivoting to face us.

Henri smiled charmingly. "Just saying how you would be able to save us all from a terrible beast, Aaron!"

Aaron blinked and, after finding that he couldn't really complain about, turned and resumed walking.

I nodded appreciatively. "Nice save."

He shrugged, winking playfully. "You haven't seen anything yet."."

The next few moments were spent in companionable silence. Every now and then, he would glance my way when he thought I wasn't looking, smirking slightly as I was some infinitely amusing creature.

I barely noticed when the forest began to light up, small oil lanterns hanging from branches of the trees on either side of us, lighting our way. The lanterns cast an eerie glow over the dark forest, illuminating and bathing our pathway in glowing, orange light and casting only more shadows. In the distance, I could see an opening of light, signalling what I hoped was the end of our journey.

"Alright!" Harry called over his shoulder, "We're reaching the training grounds."

"What exactly are the training grounds?" Phe called from besides Helena and Deanna.

Harry threw a ghost of a smile over his shoulder. "You'll see."

A loud gasp echoed across the forest as we came upon two trees. They were large, powerful oak trees, their roots obviously stretching farther than any other. They should've grown tall and strong towards the sky but, instead, they grew at a slant, their branches entwined with each other in a series of intricate knots, creating a natural arch. Other massive oaks lined the Arch's sides, gathered so closely together that they created an almost impenetrable barrier between us and whatever lay on the opposite side of the arch.

All Harry did was smirk as we took a few more timid steps, crossing the through the arch and into the clearing beyond.

I almost immediately froze.

The clearing was easily a football field large but the oaks that surrounded it were so large and ancient that their leaves and branches shielded us from prying eyes, dappled sunlight occasionally streaming in through the leaves to cause an array of orange, yellow and brown.

However, that was not what was so incredible.

Filling the entire clearing were various courses set up for training. I could see an archery range and a sunken fighting pit as well as a long strip of ground that seemed to randomly sprout flames. High above us, in the canopy of trees, were what looked like bamboo ladders laying on their sides to create gap filled bridges as well as a single tree that seemed to have been stripped of branches and replaced with rock climbing stones. A small triangular piece of metal hung from a rope at the top of the rock climbing wall and stretched across the clearing to attach itself to another tree, a sand pit at its base.

Weights lay in the back of the clearing as well as various weapons and Greek Armour. Any weapon imaginable lied, pristine and perfect, in oiled wooden racks. There were swords, machetes, daggers, staffs, bows and dark leather sacks of arrows hanging from low branches. I could also make out various gauntlets, chest plates, leather bracers and leather vests as well as sheaths, holsters and sturdy looking leather belts.

Scattered across the clearing were various more training courses, each seeming shiny and brand new as if they had just been magically summoned for us and for us only.

I gazed at the clearing in awe. "How did you make this?" I asked, fascinated by the weapons in the back of the clearing.

Harry shrugged. "According to legend, I once was weapons forger for the Gods. You would think that if I could do that, it would be no trouble to make a few obstacles out of wood or bronze."

Zach shook his head, a grin slowly spreading over his face. "Now this," he began, "is what I call training."

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