Wow, it's been a long time since the last chapter...
Okay, so, unfortunately i'm starting on not a very positive note. In other worlds, i'm apologising.
So, I behaved rashly. I wasn't getting any Reviews, so I posted a 'Review or I won't publish any more' chapter, and wrote the same into the Review box. I realise now the most people will read a story without reviewing at all, and the people who do usually don't like it because they are the ones with views bad enough to want to review on a bad note.
Now I know I was stupid, but back then I was just angry. PLEASE review guys, because I really need to know if you want this to continue.
Chapter 10 – Table tracks
NATHAN POV
Nathan was asleep. First time in what felt like months. In reality it was 4 days, but even so…
Anyway, he was dreaming of his past. About the sea trip. The one to Alaska.
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"You alright, Sid?" he was chatting to his new pet cat. He'd had to smuggle Sid onboard, as no pets were allowed. You weren't allowed to travel without parents at his age, but Hermes had helped shift the mist enough that he wasn't asked.
"Who's a good cat, eh?" He stroked the animal, before telling it
"I've got to put you back in my bag. We need to get off the ship soon."
It was his 5th ship. First was to France. Second around to Oslo. Then he travelled round to north of Russia. Another boat to the south of it. Finally, he travelled across the Chukchi Sea into Alaska, Lopp Lagoon.
He certainly felt out of the power of the gods. Everything had a sort of harshness to it, something that wouldn't be there if there were any form of god residing in the place.
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His dream shifted. He was in a corridor, outside of a set double doors. He gingerly pushed it open, stepped forwards, and fell. He was falling into a giant pit.
Then, he flew. The winds wrapped round Nathan as he levitated, flying up to his father, Aeolus.
"Ah. Nick, isn't it?"
"Nathan, Lord."
"Ah. Nathan. Should've persuaded your mother to call you Nick. Much more of a manly name."
"My mother is dead." Nathan's voice rung around the hall, echoing at a time of silence.
"Oh. I never catch up on the gossip. Always having to do OW rather than have time off."
"OW, Lord?" Nathan certainly wasn't going to call this indecisive madman his dad.
"OW, Olympian Weather. Every 5 minutes."
"Riiight…" Nathan said, feeling rather embarrassed.
"Wait… Kaylee? When am I on?"
A nymph rushed in and quickly said 'half a minute ago.'
"What?"
"Well you told me not to disturb you except for anything important, so-"
"OW is important, Kaylee! You are so fired!"
"Yes sir."
"Get out of my sight!"
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Nathan's father then began telling the weather, changing his predictions 3 or 4 times for every area. He wore a plastic, slightly jarring grin and too much makeup. Nathan felt like running away.
Finally, the cameras rolled off.
"So, Nick, -"
"Nathan, Lord."
"How dare you interrupt me!" Aeolus yelled, before suddenly grinning and muttering 'sorry about that, got a bit carried away there.'
"Anyway, Nathan, you are getting distracted. Your focus must be on the quest at hand, not your new friend's sister. She is not important, helping the Argo II is!"
He then tilted his head. Nathan realised he was listening to gods on his earpiece.
"Well," he eventually told Nathan, "Most of the Gods agree. I certainly do, although technically I'm not a god. However, Gaia doesn't agree, so…"
"You have to kill me." Nathan tasted blood.
"Yes, I probably do need to. Luckily this is just a dream, but if you ever fly again with the wind, my domain…"
He drew his finger over his throat.
"Got me? Good. Bye."
Nathan's dream melted again, into a few months earlier.
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And it was a few months earlier. Somehow, he knew that.
Nathan was in a forest. 3 kids were standing looking at him, only for some reason they couldn't see him.
"Piper? What do you think?"
The boy with the curly black hair seemed worried, but at the same time overjoyed. He was probably really ADHD, or else he just drank waay to much coffee.
The girl with the choppy hair and eyes like a kaleidoscope sighed. "Just because I'm Native American doesn't mean I can track furniture through the wilderness!" She deepened her voice. "Yes, kemosabe. A three-legged table passed this way about an hour ago." She switched back to her normal voice and said 'Heck, I don't know!"
"Okay, jeez." The first kid said.
Nathan suddenly noticed small tracks, maybe even like the legs of a table.
"It's probably a table." The other guy decided. Nathan guessed he meant the tracks. It's not like he would point out something as obvious as 'the table is a table', is it?
"Which means it went across this stream." He finished.
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Nathan didn't want to know why there was a table crossing a stream, but whatever. The dream had faded again.
He saw himself. He was suddenly in a storm, a hurricane raging around him, but he was fine. He could see an older version of himself propelling the wind out of his fingers, creating a raging destroying machine. When Nathan thought about it, he realised that this was bad.
The storm stopped, and Nathan only had to glance to see that there was devastation all around.
I will never do this, he vowed to himself.
Never.
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The past again. He was remembering the past.
He walked down the docks, wondering where to go. The voice had only said Alaska. Where in the whole of Alaska did he have to go? He trudged further, down the streets, feeling the wind howl and the cold penetrate him. If only he could fly somewhere…
Wait, hadn't Hermes said something about air travel? About some sort of god of winds being his father?
It felt like suicide, but Nathan jumped, concentrating.
He clattered to the ground, groaning and holding his thigh. All the same, he'd been in the air for 4 seconds! He jumped again, and felt the wind changing its course, pushing him upwards. He tried to get on top of a building, but then his powers failed him. Falling downwards, he would've broken his back.
But then, a centimetre off the ground, he stopped. Then started to float. Nathan laughed, taking the edge off the fear. He felt better, and the better he felt, it seemed the less effort the wind had of pushing him upwards. Suddenly, he was flying.
"Whooooo!" he yelled, soaring through, cutting through the air.
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He saw an inn, the Come Inn, so settled down there. A few locals looked at him funny, but nobody shouted 'He can fly!' which really surprised him. He came in the Come Inn, and asked 'Can I have a room?'
'All right, kid.' The bartender said. Nathan looked at him and realised that he was really tall, and that even inside he wore a suit and long coat. Bit odd, but oh well.
"That'll be 20 bucks for the first night."
"Um… I don't have any US dollars."
"Yeah, I noticed. Got a really big British accent there, huh?"
"I guess so."
"Well there's a cash exchanger next door, so…"
Nathan went out, looked, and so there was!
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Nathan was tired. He lay down in his room, yawning.
But then, a figure threw the door open.
It was the bartender. Only now he was shimmering as he walked, and he didn't cast a shadow.
Definite run now message to Nathan. Only he found himself falling asleep, instead.
"Have a nice sleep!"
"What?" Nathan slurred, trying to keep himself up but failing.
"Oh, don't worry. Nighty-night, now. I'll just turn off the lights." The man clicked the switch making everything pitch black.
Nathan yawned.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm Morpheus."
The door slammed shut and Nathan was asleep.
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Nathan woke with a start.
He was in the inn bed, present time now.
Mary, Rebecca and Amber were in the room next door.
What a weird collection of dreams I just had. He had dreamed about his past up to the Morpheus incident. He'd dreamed about himself causing a hurricane. He'd dreamed of 3 people talking about table tracks. But mostly his dad's message rang in his ear.
You're getting distracted. Your focus must be on the quest at hand, not your new friend's sister. She is not important, helping the Argo II is!
Did his father really want him to not help these girls next door? But he had to! They'd saved his life! Or at least 2 of them had. The point was that they were his friends, and friends helped each other, didn't they?
And then the Morpheus incident. Being put to an enchanted sleep like that was just horrible. No wonder he'd woken up with a start. He was in another inn, after all. It was all too similar to that night in Alaska.
Nathan groaned and got out of bed. He opened the curtains, letting sunlight stream in. Then a knock on a door.
"Come in," he yawned.
Rebecca wandered in and said 'Come on. Breakfast is being served, we were waiting for you.'
"Okay, sure." He stretched again, before making his way out the door, downstairs, and back into the main pub area.
"Good mor-"
A crash of glass. Nathan turned, and saw a monster clambering through the broken window. But not just any old monster.
No.
This was the Minotaur.
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