I swallowed, watching a harpy claw at the right wing, an insane grin on her wrinkled face. The harpies all clung to the wing while they scratched at the metal, since they weren't able to fly as fast as the plane.
"If I even try getting out there, I'll either be killed by Zeus or the Harpy." I said, leaning back into my seat while the pilot apologized for the turbulence, as if it were his fault that we'd boarded the plane and attracted a pack of harpies, inevitably killing us all. The worst thing about the last sentence is I wasn't even being melodramatic.
"None of us can get out there." Will said, looking out. Kids in front of us were all looking out the window, awed looks on their faces. I don't know what the Mist made them think they were looking at, but at least it wasn't the truth.
"We have to do something." Jessie said, her voice a pitch higher then usual as she watched a harpy rip off the blinking light at the tip of the wing. The harpy looked at it for a few seconds, before throwing it into her mouth. She spat it out, her wrinkled nose pinching.
Will suddenly gasped, a grin on his face.
"I'm the son of the Sun god, people!" He whispered excitedly, his eyes alight with excitement.
"We know." I said, groaning at the stupidity of my quest-partners as I banged my head against the back of my seat. We were about to be killed, and he just had his big realization? By big realization, I mean the moment when a demigod fully realizes that they're half god, and they're actually related to the gods in all the myths and stories someway. It usually happens after a week, sometimes a month if the kid is slow.
"No, I mean, Apollo gave me some control of the sun. I could just heat up the metal on the wing, and the harpies will have to let go." He said, flexing his fingers, his eyes on the wing.
"Have a go, then. Try not to blast the wing off." I said, and Jessie sighed, putting her head in her hands, muttering about death and mutated chickens. Huh, never labeled Jessie as the emo type… or farmer type, for that matter.
Will gazed heatedly at the wing, and the sun's reflection off the wing slowly increased until it hurt to look at the wing. I looked away as the kids in front of us complained about it to their mom.
"Yeah!" Will yelled as he pumped his fist in the air at my side. I glanced at him, before at the wing. The harpies were gone, and all that was left was a scraped wing without a light at the end.
"Please, keep it down sir." A flight attendant said as she passed by. Will glared at her retreating form for a few seconds before back at us, a wide grin forming again.
"Thank you!" Jessie squealed when she finally raised her head to see if the Harpy's were gone. She leaned across me to give Will a kiss on the cheek, and a blush heated Will's skin. Jessie didn't notice as she rambled on about how she thought they were going to die and how he'd saved us all, causing Will's blush to deepen.
I tried not to glare at the water fountain advertized in the magazine I had, my knuckles white as I clutched the pages. I knew I shouldn't be acting like this, since Will and I had nothing going on, but I couldn't help feeling jealous and angry.
Jessie was the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty; of course she'd get the guy. I was just the kid of the god of thieves, travelers, sports, athletes and a few others things. Love wasn't anywhere in there, neither was prettiness or allure.
"Good job, Will," I said when Jessie paused, "I'm going back to sleep." I said, putting the magazine back in the pocket in front of me before closing my eyes. I slowed my breathing and took deeper breaths to give the illusion of sleep, but I don't think I'll be falling asleep anytime soon as long as I feel like crap.
I tried to reassure myself that I'd find someone else someday, since I wasn't even fifteen yet, but it didn't help all that much. Like I'd done before, I forced myself to stop thinking about it and instead waited until I fell asleep.
-Fun fact that Doubles as Line Break: Pumpkin pie is commonly a food ate on Thanksgiving-
I was shaken awake by Will as the plane began to descend, and I nodded groggily. I wiped the side of my mouth as I sat up, fastening my seatbelt so the coming flight attendant wouldn't have a fit.
"Paris, eh?" I muttered as the plain went lower. Out of the window across the aisle, I could see the Eiffel Tower glowing. The captain switched between speaking French and English, telling us about the Eiffel Tower, the weather and time, which was nearly midnight.
"The train leaves at noon tomorrow, so we have hotel reservations in a walking distance of the station." Will said, and I frowned at him.
"Why, again, do you get to control all of this? Hermes is also the god of travelers." I said, and he shrugged.
When the plain touched down, we had to wait another twenty minutes before actually getting out. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, slipping into the aisle past Will so we'd be first out. The other passengers were groggy and moving slowly, so the college student I cut in front of didn't even notice. I just wanted to get off the plane.
"You coming?" I asked Will, who nodded, tugging Jessie's wrist as they moved to the front of the line. When they opened the doors, I rushed out.
"Do we have to take a plane back to New York?" I asked as we stopped at a McDonalds in the airport to get something to eat.
"Yup." Will said, and I sighed.
"FML, dude, FML…" I muttered as the tired McDonald's worker handed us the tray. Excuse me while I bang my head against the wall, losing all my brain cells so I hopefully will be sent to a loony bin instead of back to the plane.
…That one was a tiny bit melodramatic…
A/N
Sorry I didn't update sooner! I get headaches if I try and force myself to write, so I waited until now to finish writing this chapter (it was almost finished Wednesday).
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