Chapter Four
My dad realizes his epic fail
Seething with rage, I stormed down the stairs and toward my dad's office. He was on a conference call, but I didn't give a damn. I yanked the door open, flung the brown contact lenses onto his desk, and went right up to him.
"Will you please give me an explanation for this?" I hissed at him, my voice dangerously close to a whisper.
My dad looked at the brown contact lenses, then at my smoldering gray eyes, then back at the lenses. He didn't say a word.
"Cat got your tongue? Come on, spit it out!" I snapped.
"About what?" he asked.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" I roared. Then I continued in a calmer but much icier voice, "about Athena, about me being a half-blood, about those weird creatures, everything!"
My dad's eyes stretched as wide dinner plates, he knew all right. There was no denying it, so would he tell me the truth, or would he lie to me again? For a full minute he just sat there, as still as a stone, and then he began to speak.
"Yes, I do know, my plan was to tell you when you were thirteen" he told me.
"Well you failed at that, thanks to your lack of self-control!" I spat.
He winced then resumed, "I thought it for the best, I-I didn't know you would realize it yourself" he muttered.
"Took me for an idiot" I seethed.
"Did I?" he asked.
"Yes, you did!" I retorted. "You punished me every time I asked you about things of this topic!"
"Because I hoped that maybe you would shrug it off then!" My dad protested.
"Quick lesson then, I don't give up!" I snarled.
My dad lowered his head in submission, he didn't look up when he resumed speaking. His voice was only a mutter.
"Your mother, she couldn't resist seeing you and I-" he told me but I cut him off.
"Yeah, you couldn't contain your terror whenever I'd say something that was too close to the truth" I spat at him, then resumed in a calmer but no less menacing voice. "You lied to me, my whole life so far you've been a fibber, so why should I believe you now?"
"You shouldn't but I want you to understand that I was just trying to do what was best for you" my dad told me.
"I understand your motives, as deceitful and thickheaded as you were" I said starting to calm down. "Did Athena say anything about a Camp Half-Blood?" I asked.
"Yes, she did" he told me.
"Might as well go there now, seeing as I know what I am now" I said partly to myself.
"Why do you want to go there?" my dad asked, confused.
"Dad" I said in a suddenly tired voice. "Once demigods know what they are, their auras become several times stronger."
"So, what does that mean?" dad asked.
"It means it's not safe for me to be here anymore" I told him.
"Very well, I'll take you there" he said.
Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my sister and "mother" evaporate into thin air.
"What just happened?" I asked.
"They were mistforms, some sort of magical imitations of a person. They must have disappeared once you realized what you truly are" he guessed.
The thought then occurred to me, that day I couldn't find them, but then they seemingly appeared out of nowhere, it must have been because I had started doubting the story I'd been told all my life. I had started to realize there was something very special about me.
On the plane, I thought about what I might see, hear, and feel at camp half-blood. I thought it quite likely that it would be exactly like it was in the Percy Jackson books. Seeing as those books were true. Though of course there could be differences.
During the flight, I looked out the window a lot. I occasionally saw creatures I could identify from Greek mythology. Once I saw a flock of what could possibly have stymphalian death birds in the distance. Several times I saw pegasi, and I wasn't surprised that I was the only one who saw them.
In the Percy Jackson series, and therefore in real life. There's this magical force called the mist. It obscures what people see. Demigods see through it better than mortals. The pegasi for example would just look like condors or some other kind of large bird.