This is a very complicated movie. Call me Nerd. Or don't. It depends, how do you judge by nerd. Those who watch the movies (Lord of the rings, trilogy number two) but don't understand them. WHAT AM I MISSING! Oh wait, I can answer that. Half my brain.
Aster's POV:
I watched from the corner of my eye. I didn't want to leave my best friend so totally freaking out, but what choice did I have? He begged, his eyes turned chocolate! They never turn chocolate! Unless he's desperate. I hadn't seen his eyes turn chocolate for a very long time. The last time he did that...
NO. He didn't ACTUALLY kill me. But the voices in his head make me doubt my bestest most favoritest (he would get on me for that word, I just know it) friend in the world was always as completely in charge as he let on.
I refused to think about that. Flying up ans sitting on Jupiter's temple.
I loved it most here. I always felt at home. Felt safe and secure and, less me.
Less ugly.
Less hyper.
Less out of control.
Less stupid.
Tony would deny that I'm any of those things but I am. I am. I am. I am.
I'm not meant to be a leader. I'm not meant to be Praetor. I'm just a lucky demigod scum who happened to be born to Zeus and happens to know how to fly. Wait, did I just use the word Zeus, why?
I've always had this strange feeling.
I know that part of me has some connection to the Greeks.
Even if I can't figure out what it is or why it feels so strong in me.
I. Don't. Get. It.
Smiles!