Chris POV

I was not meant for teaching

It was later that I learned that the concert had been cancelled until next week due to the emergency olympian meeting, and Acomitus' parents had already set up a room for me so I had to stay with them.

It was a little later that I found out that Acomitus was the prince of Athens, and I was a guest of the King and Queen.

I had just finished my music solo and was walking with my new friend, when he started walking somewhere else. I thought he lived how the other citizens, in small homes. But it was fate for me that Acomitus was a prince and lived in a grand home.

Boy that was a shock.

When I entered the guest room that I would be staying in, it was pretty massive. Decked with windows onlooking at the public and over the cliffs, a desk with lots of material like paper and ink, and a very comfortable. I would've said this was a wonderful room to be in if it weren't for the fact that everything was about fifty feet from anything else and the ceiling went up three stories. Very uncomfortable.

I really didn't want to leave my other things in the woods while I was living in luxury, so I asked the King if I could have another guest room next to mine and have the door moved from the hallway to the inside of my room. That would mean anyone who wanted to go into the room I had planned to bring all my stuff, even my ship, would have to enter through the door in my room.

I had to wait while everyone in the castle was asleep at night, so I could create an escape plan and leave for the forest to bring all my things back to the second guest room.

But you might say, "Oh Chris! How will you lug a five ton hovercraft over to the King's castle? I'll tell you, shut up.

I brought my infinity bag with me so I could bring everything including the ship. The bag is called an infinity bag for a reason. It can hold anything. The only downside is that the more weight you put into it the more tired you'd get. It's not heavy, it just makes you tired. And that ship made the bag feel like carrying an obese American, no offense.

I knew I wasn't gonna make it to the castle in time, and I knew I'd be in trouble. It got worse when I remembered I left my escape plan on the window sill.

Acomitus POV

I wasn't sure if my new friend was a lunatic or a convicted criminal. But his plan to jump three hundred feet to the ground was insane, and the fact that his bed was empty proved my suspicion true.

I alerted the guards and my parents at once. It's not usual for your guests to jump out the window to their deaths, and I really didn't want to see the funeral of the first friend I ever had the day after I met them.

The escape plan sounded kind of vague as well, starting off with jump to the ground, go to forest for supplies, and get back into the castle unnoticed. I had no idea what supplies were in the forest were for, but if he attempted to jump out of a tall building for some supplies, it must be really important.

I picked up the sheet of parchment and ran towards the dining hall, where my parents were currently eating. I ran in waving the parchment and yelled, "King, Queen! Alert the guards at once! The guest isn't in his bed anymore, and it appears he has jumped out the window!"

My mother was aghast. My father was gaunt. We all knew the window was three hundred feet above the ground, and no one could survive the fall. No one. Not even someone as brilliant as my first friend.

Chris POV

Gee, that sticky grappling hook can sure do a thing or two.

Not only could it ascend someone or descend someone from a tall structure, but it could lash around objects that are too far away to reach! Thank goodness I never empty out my storage unit. Now the inside looks like the San Francisco landfill.

I was still packing my weapons and trinkets in my bag. There was too much. Bandages, plasma cannons, steel, chunks of gold, crossbows, electric pianos, too many batteries to count, a lot of half burnt furbies (what's with all the dang furbies?), and crate after crate of resources and materials.

Fun fact about the infinity bag. It can hold huge objects, but if they have other things that aren't bolted to the ground inside of them, like a pile of boxes for example, it deletes it. So now I was forced to empty the ship out by hand. It was already morning, and I knew the town was going on a man hunt for me.

The morning dew made a thick fog, making it hard to see. My lab coat was wet, my jeans soggy from kneeling in the mud, and my black, cotton t-shirt was getting to the point of a humid toaster oven. I looked practically dead myself. I had bloodshot eyes, a runny nose, and if I'm really that unlucky, a slight cold.

If I caused the huge explosion, Apollo probably cursed me for ruining his 'wonderful' music concert. I swear, most gods are the sorest of sore losers, and I don't regret I said that.

It was several more hours later before it started raining. And I mean pouring. Seemed like the Olympian conference was having a mental breakdown. And I was probably going to have one soon if it wasn't for the damned ship. I had already packed everything, and thank the bag I didn't feel pain from holding the ship. The whole thing weighed tens of thousands of pounds, and I got thoroughly tired after every minute of holding golden infinity bag. It was already five in the afternoon, and the sun was going down. But it was so rainy and cloudy that I'm not even sure even if the sun went down. The only thing I did have was a waterproof phone to guide me.

As I made it back to the castle, I saw a group of people burning something in the town square. I obviously didn't know what it was, so I decided to hastily go to my room and empty out the ship into my second guest room. I guess everyone was outside at the moment, because when the ship hit the floor, no one came up to see what happened.

I really didn't want anyone to break into the room to see what I was hiding, so I decided to refurbish the place. I covered all the walls and floors in the guest room with sheet metal and thick steel to prevent a break-in. I then took out all my things, ship included, and organised everything so I could have more space. Just to make everything look extra non-suspicious, I got one of my camo tarps, a nanotechnology sheet that allows the sheet to make whatever its hiding invisible, while also mimicking the background. Once that was finished, I painted all the walls and floors so it looked exactly like it did for the other rooms. I left the room, and locked the door with a special lock that could be only opened by the scan of my retina

You may say that's going overboard, but if you're in an unknown area with strangers, you can't really trust anyone.

With an almost empty bag, an almost broken back, and a big sigh or relief, I left the castle to see what was up in the town. It had stopped raining, and I had a fresh pair of clothes. The scene at the town square was not what I hoped it was. Crowds of people were surrounding a fire, and when I got closer, I found a funeral pyre on fire, with the king and queen just standing there. I then spotted Acomitus. He seemed to be crying.

I felt terrible. Maybe I was his first friend. Life sucks when you're high royalty. People think you're too high priority for lower class people to deal with, so you end up being too pampered and too lonely and miserable. Thank goodness he didn't become too pampered or he would've ended up as a whiny brat that no one likes, and you'd be dead if you're a prince. Also, since they believed I died under their supervision, they would be looked down upon as bad hosts who killed their guests without them suspecting.

So I decided to break the ice. It was generally very quite, and no one noticed me stand in front of the crowd staring at my own funeral. I picked a can of coca cola from my bag and into the open. And in the silence and the crackling of the flame, I popped the top.

Now, if you've ever popped a can of soda in an empty room or classroom where everyone is quiet, that noise is loud. When I popped that can, everyone heard it and looked in my general direction, including the king, queen, and Acomitus. I casually sipped the can of coke, trying to make a casual sip as loud as possible and said, "So… what's all this for?"

I had a lot of explaining to do.

I quickly explained that I wasn't back from the dead, that would be insane. I escorted the royal family to the side of the castle wall, the one I scaled, and explained that I used a type of machine aka a grappling hook, to get myself down and up so I wouldn't splatter my guts all over the ground. They looked as if they wanted to see with questioning eyes, so I demonstrated by shooting it at the wall, which launched me upwards, so I could shoot the grappling hook again and again until I hit my floor.

After several hours of explaining this and that and saying why I can't say this right now because it's too huge for your minds to comprehend at the moment, I was left alone and allowed to rest in my room for the rest of the night. With the help of some Redbull, I finished tuning up what I could do to the ship, made some new equipment like a quad-barreled pistol and a coffee machine so I could wake myself up in the morning.

That day's sleep was probably the best I ever had. It helped me get through what was happening tomorrow, and that's why I'm not being very attention to detail about narrating this whole thing.

When I woke up, It was bright outside. I mean unusually bright and warm. I brushed my teeth, cleaned my face and made myself a cup of coffee. With a patch of bed hair on my head and a cup of coffee in my left hand, I go out into the halls to see what happens next.

I did not know Acomitus was that close to the door. I ended up slamming him in the nose with the door, and he ended up ten feet from his original position.

"Are you okay, Acomitus? I didn't know you were so close to the door! Are you hurt? Is everything all right?"

"Heh. Everything's all right. I thought you were gone yesterday when you hopped out the window. Can we talk for a bit in private?", he said.

Now, I don't really know what's going on, but I do know that he probably wants some information about yesterday. After all, I caused a major disturbance. Looking at Acomitus, a young man, somewhere around my age with choppy blond hair, grey eyes, and wearing at most a toga, some underclothing and some sandals, he looked like the kind of guy who wanted information. The fact that he was incredibly beautiful did not help either.

So I brought him into my room. The first things he took note of was my door to the other room, which I changed to metal, chained with an iron barred door and locked several times, it was smart of him to not ask. He then looked around even more, looking at my lone bed, my desk covered in papers, and finally my coffee machine.

He didn't know what it was, and asked what it did.

"Hey… um.. Friend. Oh gods I don't even know what your name is. Do you have any idea what this machine here is for?"

"It's a coffee machine of course." I said. "It's a machine that can make different types of beverages on command, and these beverages are basically magic. They keep you awake all the time, but I don't suggest anyone drink too much. It could really mess someone up."

He awed, looking through the inner mechanics, opened the lid, and smelled the empty canned coffee cup. I knew he wanted to know what the beverage was, so I took my cup of coffee and gave it to him.

Acomitus POV

I was already in my friend's room, and now he was offering me a cup of steaming beverage. I had already embarrassed myself already, and I didn't want to do it again. So I quickly picked up the cup of milky brown liquid and took a drink. And it was weird.

The drink had a weird flavor, almost like a sweet, but also like a spice. It tasted soothing and relaxing, but it also made me more vigilant. This is a magic drink. A beverage of the gods, made by an immortal who probably wanted to stay awake longer. Savoring the taste, I was going to go for another, but my friend snatched it away from me before I could.

"Hey man, don't do that. I did tell you it could mess people up. Look at your hand."

I did, and I am sad to say I embarrassed myself again. My hand was shaking uncontrollably, and no matter if I grabbed onto it or not it would keep on shaking. I would never drink that beverage again, but maybe if I was really tired…. then maybe.

He looked fidgetly, like in the middle of an awkward situation. So I decided to break the silence and ask the real reason why I came.

"Hey. I want you to be my teacher. Well, it's more like my parents want you to teach me."

He looked at me in the face, and then he straight up laughed! He was hunkered down, holding his chest and laughed in front of me. When he realized I wasn't joining in, he paused.

"You serious?", he said.

I nodded. My parents were big worshipers of Athena, the patron goddess that named our city how it is. They're very knowledgeable, but always have a feeling there is more to learn. Since my parents can't really teach, they've been looking for ingenious, innovative teachers all over the land.

Now, they have found one.

My friend looked at the ground. He was probably thinking. So I left him to do his thing, and tell my parents that he's thinking about it. I walked down the hall to the throne room. King Akinon and Queen Tesephone, my parents, were all sitting on their seats drinking some wine. I walked up to them and said, "My friend is thinking about being my teacher. I think he may as well be one."

King Akinon jumped up in excitement.

"Finally! My son, if we can work this out between your friend, we may be able to get such terrific weapons and tools! Yesterday, he showed how agile he was with that 'grappling hook' and I bet that there are much more that he could make! Oh, the possibilities!"

"Um.. Husband, I'm afraid to tell you, but you dropped your wine on your new vintage rug."

Indeed he has. A big red splotch of fermented wine lay splattered all over the cloth, deepening into the fabric. It was pretty much ruined. But my cunning old man was probably thinking different ways to remove it. He always was. Always thinking. He was an energetic fellow. Full of spirit, excitement, and ingenuity. Truly a master thinker.

My father was looking at the stain. He said, "Go get your friend and try to get him to be your teacher. I'm sure we can figure something out."

I was walking up the stairs again to my friend's guest room when I heard a really loud noise, much like the noise coming from a volcano.

When I burst into his room, along with several guards, my friend was tending to a long metal cylinder which was currently smoking, and seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that a whole chunk of the wall was gone.

Remember how I was questioning whether he was a lunatic or criminal? He's probably both.