Chapter 2: Out to Dinner
When she walked up to the truck, Sky yelled out "Hey where are the drinks?" in good humor. But Damea just ignored him. She stepped into the truck, slammed the door, and went strait to the back, where they had a small bathroom. She looked in the mirror and lifter up her shirt. Bruises were already forming where his brutal hands were. She scoweled to herself. She could just tell the guys and have them beat the snot out of him, but she smiled proudly thinking of how he would be puting and limping to the truck. She refastened her bra, and dusted off her shirt. She washed her face and sat there for a moment thinking.
KNOCK KNOCK "DJ, what happened." It was Andy's voice.
"Nothing, I'll be out in a second." She said and straightened her shirt to make sure she didn't look like she was distraught. Her pride was on the line here, she couln't look weak.
When she stepped out, everyone was staring at her with concerned eyes.
"DJ, what happened? Don't say nothing, I know you better then you think.
"Don't worry about it, lets just go home." Everyone agreed against their better judgment.
The ride home was just an uncomfortable silence. Damea sat in a comfortable chair in the corner, knees curled up to her chest, just thinking about how many ways she could kill him with the most pain.
When they arrived home, Damea didn't waste time; she got into her car, and drove home. While she was in the car, something else happened to finish off her strange day.
"Well Miss Summers, I'd say that you handled yourself very well today." Damea swerved to the right, just missing a car. Wouldn't you be surprised to hear a strange, British voice in your car? She pulled over and turned around to look in the back seat, when she saw who the intruder was, her eyes popped out of her head. In her backseat was one of the most famous wizards alive; Albus Dumbledore.
"I bet you are wondering what I am doing here." He said, and was right. "Well, I am visiting you with a very important proposition."
"h-huh?" Damea stmmered, still shocked to have this man in her back seat.
"Well, there is quite a bit to explain. I am inviting you to a dinner with me and Minerva McGonagall. I will pick you up, and we will take a port key to a restaurant in London."
Damea was still getting over the shock of having a famous wizard in her car. Now he was asking her to dinner, what the hell was going on?
"Why do you need ME to go to this with you?" She asked, trying to stay polite.
"Because of whom you are." He answered earnestly. That wasn't necessarily the answer she was looking for. She thought about it for a moment, and then something came to her.
"What did you mean I handled myself well today?" She asked suspiciously.
"Well, I could tell something was wrong with you, but I wasn't sure what. Then I saw that boy attacking you, so I lifted a little sand and dirt into the air, it caught the wind, and distracted him. I think that you broke his nose." He said looking mournfully at her. "Are you alright, that was a very traumatic thing to happen to you." She nodded, "Well, if you need to talk, I'll listen." He smiled encouragingly at her. "Now, back to my offer, I extremely recommend you coming." Damea thought about it. What can it hurt, it's just dinner.
"What should I wear?" she asked wondering how classy this would be.
"It is a very fancy restaurant; maybe a cocktail dress or something, but nothing too ostentatious. I don't want us to stick out. I will pick you up tomorrow at 7:30. Be ready." Then he disapperated out of her car, and she drove the rest of the way home.
The next day went by rather quickly. She was searching frantically through her wardrobe to find a cocktail dress to wear to dinner. Finally she found a purple sparkly dress that matched her eyes. It went a little above her knees, and she wore a pair of silver strappy high heels. She didn't put on too much make-up, and left her hair down, and curled it under. When she was all ready, she threw on a plain, black/silvery dress robe, to blend in with the wizards, kind of wearing it like a coat, and left it unbuttoned. She was good looking, but not too flashy.
When 7:30 came around, Albus Dumbledore showed up at her door.
"Good Evening Miss Summers, you look lovely tonight." He said. He was wearing a midnight blue dress robe.
"Hello Mr. Dumbledore, as do you." She said, but calling him Mr. Dumbledore sounded awkward. He must have sensed it because he then told her to call him Albus for now.
He walked her over to a port key that was in the alley behind her house. She touched it a felt the familiar sensation of something tugging just beneath your naval. She was swept away and carried in front of a fancy looking restaurant. A witch was standing in front of the doors looking impatient. She was wearing golden robes, and her hair was pulled up into a tight bun on top of her head.
"Minerva, I'd like you to meet Damea Summers. Damea, this is Minerva McGonagall."
"It's a pleasure meeting you Mrs. McGonagall."
"Likewise, you can call me Minerva."
"Yes and please call me DJ; Damea is such a mouth full." Minerva smiled and nodded.
"Shall we take our seats?" She asked giving them a welcoming smile.
The Restaurant was filled with important wizards of all ages. There was a famous Quidditch Player over here and a Ministry Official over there. When they walked in many of them waved, smiled, greeted, and even shook hands with Albus. When they finally made it too their seats, they looked at the menu. The food looked great; they had every type of food you could imagine. There was European, Chinese, Japanese, Italian, American, and even Mexican. Damea didn't want to spend too much money, so she just bought a Salmon filet, with a Caesar Salad. Instantly, the food appeared when they ordered.
"Okay, Albus, what is this all about, you have been leaving me in anticipation for quite awhile now, I think that I deserve an explanation." She said earnestly.
"That you do my dear, well, I suppose that the only place to start is the beginning How much do you know about Greek Mythology?"
"I don't want introductions, just tell my why I am here, I don't mean to be rude, sir, but this is a little strange."
"I know my dear, just listen, I won't go into great detail, so please just answer my question. How much do you know about Greek Mythology?"
"I know as much as you learn in 7th grade English."
"So in other words, not a whole lot." He said.
"You would be correct, but what does it all have to do with it anyways?"
"Everything, you know all the stories that you heard, all about Zeus, Hera, and even Hercules, forget them, none of them are true."
"I know that, hence the name Greek MYTHOLOGY. Still don't understand what all this has to do with me."
"Just listen, there are no such things as the stories of the greek gods, but there really are Gods."
"What?"
"Well, they aren't actually god, there is only one God, but, they come in second command, kind of like Kings, really really powerful Kings."
"Okay, did you have too much wine or something because you are making no sense?"
"I didn't even order wine, I'm drinking tonic water, but anyways. There are Twelve Gods, they can control certain aspects of nature when they want. You probably have heard of them, they are all Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hestia, Hera, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hermes, Artemis, and Hephaestus. But there is suppose to be thirteen. The thirteenth Olympian has never showed up, until now." He looked at her waiting for a reaction. "I have reasons to believe that you are Damea, the goddess of the Forces of Nature." He said looking at her. She started to smile.
"Is this some kind of a sick joke, I'm not buying it. Why am I really here?"
"I believe that you are, you also must know, that you didn't grow up on Mount Olympus for a reason. You are the most powerful of all of them, even Zeus. It has been said that the thirteenth Olympian would be the savior of the world of men. But you must believe me, you are that person. You also have other special abilities, besides your normal ones. You have the power of witch craft, the power to do wand, wandless, and mind magic, and very powerful magic at that. You are the only one that in existence will be able to do that. You are the one."
"No I'm not." She said and was absolutely positive of it.
"Yes you are." He said, not losing his patience.
"No I'm not."
"Why aren't you?"
"Because have you seen my school records at Salem? I'm horrible, I'm almost failing, I am in the bottom fourth of my class. How can I be among the most powerful beings ever?" She asked with an air of superiority, like she knew everything.
"As a matter of fact," Minerva was speaking now. "We have checked your records. They also state, that you excel immensely when it comes to magic. Yes you fail the occasional test, but you never fail to impress the professors with your talent with magic, they just never know what to make of it."
"I still don't understand, even if this were true, how would you know that it was me?"
"Because, like I said, you are extraordinarily talented, and you show signs of having control over the elements. Like yesterday, you used to wind as a self defense, which is amazing."
"Oh come on, all wizards lose control over their powers when their emotions take over. It's not something special. I'm not special."
"Would you just listen to me? Okay, there is a book that is on this subject. It is called "The Chronicles of the Olympians XIII: The Power". There is a book for each Olympian, it tells the user about there powers, powers of their fellow Olympians, and your meaning in the world."
"Albus, I'm getting tired of this; I am no Greek God okay."
"On all the books, it says monos anthro enas mporo anoigo on the cover. In Greek it means only the one can open. If you are the one, you will be able to open, give me a chance, please, that is all I ask. If you can't open the book, I will never bother you again." He said, and was now becoming desperate.
"Fine, but I can guarantee you, it won't work."
"Okay. Please come with me, we will take floo powder to my office. Follow me." And they exited the restaurant tensely.
When they came to the floo station, they each grabbed some powder and hollered "Dumbledore's Office" and were swept away. Damea passed several fireplaces, and finally stopped at one, but it was just a 4' by 4' room with a big door. Soon Albus came and he motioned for her and Minerva to step aside. He walked up to the door and tapped his wand on it, and his door opened. He saw Damea's puzzled look and answered her.
"It's a safety precaution. The only way to get to the door is by floo powder, and the only way the door will open is if I tap MY wand on it; DNA sort of thing, very handy spell." And they entered the office.
Damea would have stopped to marvel at his amazing office, but she was a little worried. She never told her mom or dad about where she was going. They were working late, like always, and Damea was left home alone. She never told them where she was going, and they would be home in forty-five minutes. This better be quick.
"Miss Summers,"
"Please call me DJ, we are past formalities."
"DJ, this is the book." He said and held out a book. It was an old book, with a black velvet color, and silver lettering. The lettering said in big bold letters "The Chronicles of the Olympians Book XIII: The Power" and then in smaller letters below it, it said in Greek lettering "monos anthro enas mporo anoigo".
"As you can see, I'm unable to open it." Albus said, and tried with all his might to open the cover; it didn't budge. He cast several spells on it, but they were no use. The book was untouchable. He passed the book to Minerva and she tried that same "If my assumptions are correct, this will be like any old book to you." And he handed her the book; it was quite thick, big and heavy.
"Albus, this is a waste of yours, and my time, see." She said quickly, and pulled the cover open. It took her a second to see why Albus and Minerva were smiling at her. She opened the book. She looked at the pages, they were in perfect condition. Never touched, and they looked like they were just written. She was in shock. She stared at the book trying to comprehend what was happening. She shut the book, and opened it again, just to make sure that it wasn't a joke.
"A big waste of time indeed." He said; his eyes were sparkling. "Now, on to what the book is about. The book is a learning tool, a very useful one at that. It will teach you how to train your powers, and use them with total control. I don't know what your powers are, beings no has ever looked in the book. So I will let you take this book home, do not loose it, it is of great importance. And I need you to read it. I will contact you before summer is over. Minerva will take you home." Bianca was still in shock. Who the hell does Albus think he is? How does he expect her to take all of this in one shot? A sixteen-year-old girl was just told that she is the most powerful creature that will ever exist. How could anyone handle that? She was torn between fear, anger, and complete hysteria. What was going to happen next?" Chapter 2: Out to Dinner
When she walked up to the truck, Sky yelled out "Hey where are the drinks?" in good humor. But Damea just ignored him. She stepped into the truck, slammed the door, and went strait to the back, where they had a small bathroom. She looked in the mirror and lifter up her shirt. Bruises were already forming where his brutal hands were. She scoweled to herself. She could just tell the guys and have them beat the snot out of him, but she smiled proudly thinking of how he would be puting and limping to the truck. She refastened her bra, and dusted off her shirt. She washed her face and sat there for a moment thinking.
KNOCK KNOCK "DJ, what happened." It was Andy's voice.
"Nothing, I'll be out in a second." She said and straightened her shirt to make sure she didn't look like she was distraught. Her pride was on the line here, she couln't look weak.
When she stepped out, everyone was staring at her with concerned eyes.
"DJ, what happened? Don't say nothing, I know you better then you think.
"Don't worry about it, lets just go home." Everyone agreed against their better judgment.
The ride home was just an uncomfortable silence. Damea sat in a comfortable chair in the corner, knees curled up to her chest, just thinking about how many ways she could kill him with the most pain.
When they arrived home, Damea didn't waste time; she got into her car, and drove home. While she was in the car, something else happened to finish off her strange day.
"Well Miss Summers, I'd say that you handled yourself very well today." Damea swerved to the right, just missing a car. Wouldn't you be surprised to hear a strange, British voice in your car? She pulled over and turned around to look in the back seat, when she saw who the intruder was, her eyes popped out of her head. In her backseat was one of the most famous wizards alive; Albus Dumbledore.
"I bet you are wondering what I am doing here." He said, and was right. "Well, I am visiting you with a very important proposition."
"h-huh?" Damea stmmered, still shocked to have this man in her back seat.
"Well, there is quite a bit to explain. I am inviting you to a dinner with me and Minerva McGonagall. I will pick you up, and we will take a port key to a restaurant in London."
Damea was still getting over the shock of having a famous wizard in her car. Now he was asking her to dinner, what the hell was going on?
"Why do you need ME to go to this with you?" She asked, trying to stay polite.
"Because of whom you are." He answered earnestly. That wasn't necessarily the answer she was looking for. She thought about it for a moment, and then something came to her.
"What did you mean I handled myself well today?" She asked suspiciously.
"Well, I could tell something was wrong with you, but I wasn't sure what. Then I saw that boy attacking you, so I lifted a little sand and dirt into the air, it caught the wind, and distracted him. I think that you broke his nose." He said looking mournfully at her. "Are you alright, that was a very traumatic thing to happen to you." She nodded, "Well, if you need to talk, I'll listen." He smiled encouragingly at her. "Now, back to my offer, I extremely recommend you coming." Damea thought about it. What can it hurt, it's just dinner.
"What should I wear?" she asked wondering how classy this would be.
"It is a very fancy restaurant; maybe a cocktail dress or something, but nothing too ostentatious. I don't want us to stick out. I will pick you up tomorrow at 7:30. Be ready." Then he disapperated out of her car, and she drove the rest of the way home.
The next day went by rather quickly. She was searching frantically through her wardrobe to find a cocktail dress to wear to dinner. Finally she found a purple sparkly dress that matched her eyes. It went a little above her knees, and she wore a pair of silver strappy high heels. She didn't put on too much make-up, and left her hair down, and curled it under. When she was all ready, she threw on a plain, black/silvery dress robe, to blend in with the wizards, kind of wearing it like a coat, and left it unbuttoned. She was good looking, but not too flashy.
When 7:30 came around, Albus Dumbledore showed up at her door.
"Good Evening Miss Summers, you look lovely tonight." He said. He was wearing a midnight blue dress robe.
"Hello Mr. Dumbledore, as do you." She said, but calling him Mr. Dumbledore sounded awkward. He must have sensed it because he then told her to call him Albus for now.
He walked her over to a port key that was in the alley behind her house. She touched it a felt the familiar sensation of something tugging just beneath your naval. She was swept away and carried in front of a fancy looking restaurant. A witch was standing in front of the doors looking impatient. She was wearing golden robes, and her hair was pulled up into a tight bun on top of her head.
"Minerva, I'd like you to meet Damea Summers. Damea, this is Minerva McGonagall."
"It's a pleasure meeting you Mrs. McGonagall."
"Likewise, you can call me Minerva."
"Yes and please call me DJ; Damea is such a mouth full." Minerva smiled and nodded.
"Shall we take our seats?" She asked giving them a welcoming smile.
The Restaurant was filled with important wizards of all ages. There was a famous Quidditch Player over here and a Ministry Official over there. When they walked in many of them waved, smiled, greeted, and even shook hands with Albus. When they finally made it too their seats, they looked at the menu. The food looked great; they had every type of food you could imagine. There was European, Chinese, Japanese, Italian, American, and even Mexican. Damea didn't want to spend too much money, so she just bought a Salmon filet, with a Caesar Salad. Instantly, the food appeared when they ordered.
"Okay, Albus, what is this all about, you have been leaving me in anticipation for quite awhile now, I think that I deserve an explanation." She said earnestly.
"That you do my dear, well, I suppose that the only place to start is the beginning How much do you know about Greek Mythology?"
"I don't want introductions, just tell my why I am here, I don't mean to be rude, sir, but this is a little strange."
"I know my dear, just listen, I won't go into great detail, so please just answer my question. How much do you know about Greek Mythology?"
"I know as much as you learn in 7th grade English."
"So in other words, not a whole lot." He said.
"You would be correct, but what does it all have to do with it anyways?"
"Everything, you know all the stories that you heard, all about Zeus, Hera, and even Hercules, forget them, none of them are true."
"I know that, hence the name Greek MYTHOLOGY. Still don't understand what all this has to do with me."
"Just listen, there are no such things as the stories of the greek gods, but there really are Gods."
"What?"
"Well, they aren't actually god, there is only one God, but, they come in second command, kind of like Kings, really really powerful Kings."
"Okay, did you have too much wine or something because you are making no sense?"
"I didn't even order wine, I'm drinking tonic water, but anyways. There are Twelve Gods, they can control certain aspects of nature when they want. You probably have heard of them, they are all Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hestia, Hera, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hermes, Artemis, and Hephaestus. But there is suppose to be thirteen. The thirteenth Olympian has never showed up, until now." He looked at her waiting for a reaction. "I have reasons to believe that you are Damea, the goddess of the Forces of Nature." He said looking at her. She started to smile.
"Is this some kind of a sick joke, I'm not buying it. Why am I really here?"
"I believe that you are, you also must know, that you didn't grow up on Mount Olympus for a reason. You are the most powerful of all of them, even Zeus. It has been said that the thirteenth Olympian would be the savior of the world of men. But you must believe me, you are that person. You also have other special abilities, besides your normal ones. You have the power of witch craft, the power to do wand, wandless, and mind magic, and very powerful magic at that. You are the only one that in existence will be able to do that. You are the one."
"No I'm not." She said and was absolutely positive of it.
"Yes you are." He said, not losing his patience.
"No I'm not."
"Why aren't you?"
"Because have you seen my school records at Salem? I'm horrible, I'm almost failing, I am in the bottom fourth of my class. How can I be among the most powerful beings ever?" She asked with an air of superiority, like she knew everything.
"As a matter of fact," Minerva was speaking now. "We have checked your records. They also state, that you excel immensely when it comes to magic. Yes you fail the occasional test, but you never fail to impress the professors with your talent with magic, they just never know what to make of it."
"I still don't understand, even if this were true, how would you know that it was me?"
"Because, like I said, you are extraordinarily talented, and you show signs of having control over the elements. Like yesterday, you used to wind as a self defense, which is amazing."
"Oh come on, all wizards lose control over their powers when their emotions take over. It's not something special. I'm not special."
"Would you just listen to me? Okay, there is a book that is on this subject. It is called "The Chronicles of the Olympians XIII: The Power". There is a book for each Olympian, it tells the user about there powers, powers of their fellow Olympians, and your meaning in the world."
"Albus, I'm getting tired of this; I am no Greek God okay."
"On all the books, it says monos anthro enas mporo anoigo on the cover. In Greek it means only the one can open. If you are the one, you will be able to open, give me a chance, please, that is all I ask. If you can't open the book, I will never bother you again." He said, and was now becoming desperate.
"Fine, but I can guarantee you, it won't work."
"Okay. Please come with me, we will take floo powder to my office. Follow me." And they exited the restaurant tensely.
When they came to the floo station, they each grabbed some powder and hollered "Dumbledore's Office" and were swept away. Damea passed several fireplaces, and finally stopped at one, but it was just a 4' by 4' room with a big door. Soon Albus came and he motioned for her and Minerva to step aside. He walked up to the door and tapped his wand on it, and his door opened. He saw Damea's puzzled look and answered her.
"It's a safety precaution. The only way to get to the door is by floo powder, and the only way the door will open is if I tap MY wand on it; DNA sort of thing, very handy spell." And they entered the office.
Damea would have stopped to marvel at his amazing office, but she was a little worried. She never told her mom or dad about where she was going. They were working late, like always, and Damea was left home alone. She never told them where she was going, and they would be home in forty-five minutes. This better be quick.
"Miss Summers,"
"Please call me DJ, we are past formalities."
"DJ, this is the book." He said and held out a book. It was an old book, with a black velvet color, and silver lettering. The lettering said in big bold letters "The Chronicles of the Olympians Book XIII: The Power" and then in smaller letters below it, it said in Greek lettering "monos anthro enas mporo anoigo".
"As you can see, I'm unable to open it." Albus said, and tried with all his might to open the cover; it didn't budge. He cast several spells on it, but they were no use. The book was untouchable. He passed the book to Minerva and she tried that same "If my assumptions are correct, this will be like any old book to you." And he handed her the book; it was quite thick, big and heavy.
"Albus, this is a waste of yours, and my time, see." She said quickly, and pulled the cover open. It took her a second to see why Albus and Minerva were smiling at her. She opened the book. She looked at the pages, they were in perfect condition. Never touched, and they looked like they were just written. She was in shock. She stared at the book trying to comprehend what was happening. She shut the book, and opened it again, just to make sure that it wasn't a joke.
"A big waste of time indeed." He said; his eyes were sparkling. "Now, on to what the book is about. The book is a learning tool, a very useful one at that. It will teach you how to train your powers, and use them with total control. I don't know what your powers are, beings no has ever looked in the book. So I will let you take this book home, do not loose it, it is of great importance. And I need you to read it. I will contact you before summer is over. Minerva will take you home." Bianca was still in shock. Who the hell does Albus think he is? How does he expect her to take all of this in one shot? A sixteen-year-old girl was just told that she is the most powerful creature that will ever exist. How could anyone handle that? She was torn between fear, anger, and complete hysteria. What was going to happen next?"