Chapter three: Powers and lost accents.
Peter Grinder, or Grinds as his friends called him, sat on the floor, still in shock. He had been just told that the Greek Gods did exist, and even met a few. And one of them Chronos, was back, and wanted to make him and his friends, Devlin and Jully into giant kibble. Why? Because he and his friends could control an element, making it into a tool or weapon. And as much Grinds didn't want to believe that, he had to believe it because, well, he had seen it in action. Jully had freaked out; despite her usually calm nature this was a bit much for her. She tried to leave, and Ares, the god of war, tried to grab her, which led her smacking him with a frying pan that looked like it was made out of the raging tide. Leave it to Jully to have a frying pan be the first thing come to mind when in need of a weapon. The biggest shock of all though was the fact that Jully had been faking her accent four the past three years. She stated she did this because she wanted ton continue to represent her Jamaican heritage… but she figured she could le it slip now, and be like Calpurina from ' To Kill a mocking bird', who spoke educated depending on her company.
Neither Devlin nor Grinds had tried to form an elemental weapon, mostly because they were afraid. The only two elements left were metal, not too bad, or darkness. And despite what Hera said, that darkness should not be considered evil, because it was just different, the traditional values kinda stuck. Especially for Devlin, who was taught at a young age that darkness and demons were unholy and just plain nasty, and even though he tried to shrug off these teaching of youth from his VERY Irish Catholic grandmother, they still stuck.
Grinds sighed, sitting in Hera's garden, trying to think.
"Hey hot shot, whatcha thinkin' about?" Said a voice. Looking over Grinds saw Rachel, the blonde haired hazel eyed girl who was… off her rocker.
"Um..Hi.. Not much..." Grinds said, cautiously.
"Don't worry, I ain't going to bite you and bestow on you my awesome power of the chaotic." Rachel grinned, sitting on the ground, "So why don't you wanna use your powers?"
Grinds blinked, "You don't beat around the bush, do you?"
"Nope, now speak man of the Grinding."
Peter sighed, thinking. "Its not that I don't wanna have powers..its just…"
"What you're afraid of having the power over Darkness?"
"No. I'm afraid of not having it. You see, its Devlin, for the better part of his childhood, his grandmother, a very Irish catholic lady..."
"Say no more, I getcha.. He's worried that having the powers over darkness will make him evil and bad?" Rachel asked.
"Yep… Although he probably wouldn't admit to it."
"Don't worry.. I'm sure Jessie will put him at ease…"
Jessie sighed, finally finding Devlin on the foot ball field, just looking out on the field from his place in the stands.
"Penny for you thoughts?" Jessie asked when she got close.
"Not worth that much, have to give you change." Devlin replied, without missing a beat.
Jessie giggled softly; it was an old joke, but it still funny.
"Okay, give me change then, what's on your mind?"
"… What's it like to use light as a tool? Devlin asked, as Jessie took a seat beside him.
"Um… Just like holding a tool in my hands, it is lighter than the real tool, but that's the case for everyone... No I'm not filled with holy intentions, or peace and good will towards man kind. And neither does anybody else get changed. Rachel doesn't turn into a hippy… oh fuzzy ducky slippers that would be scary. Otis doesn't go all airy; Max doesn't turn into a pyromaniac… The powers don't have an effect on personal self."
"You sure?" Devlin asked concern in his voice.
"Positive. Jully didn't start singing sea shanties did she?" Jessie asked with a grin.
"Well.. No.."
"Then give it a try."
Devlin sighed, standing up, "So what do I do?"
"Just focus."
Devlin sighed, eyes closed and focused. Slowly, but surely, black mist formed in his hands, forming into a football. It was not the weirdest thing Jessie ever saw, but it was different. The football looked black, but more then black. Like all light got sucked in and could not get out again.
"I guess I've got darkness." Devlin said, sounding kind of glum.
"Yeah, but to have any impulses to do evil and wicked deeds?"
Devlin blinked, "No actually. I guess it's not so bad."
Jessie smirked, "Told you."
"Hey guys!" called a voice, Atlanta was moving in her super fast way towards them, "Jay wants everyone in Hera's office, now." She called, than raced back towards the school. Devlin and Jessie just shrugged at each other and ran after her.
End of Chapter three.
A/N GAH! This took me way too long to finish. Sorry it has been so long since the update, been a busy little student. My apologies if the chapter feels short, this was the best place to end it so it did not get too long. Any way, fourth will be up as soon as possible. Seeya then.
