Chapter 2
"We've got to work, work, to work this out. We'll make things right- the sun will shine! If we…" I danced around my room and sang to High School Musical 2, having a blast and getting in my workout for the day. Dancing is a lot harder than it looks! I'd finished all my school work in a record-shattering 3 hours and figured I needed a break.
The song finished and I sat down on my bed, breathing hard. I placed my head in my hands and began quoting lines as the characters said them. It was official: I needed a life, or maybe just some new movies. I'd practically memorized all the ones on my shelf. I'd beaten all of my video games, and quadruple-read all of my books. I was officially bored.
I abandoned the line reciting and grabbed my notebook and pencil. I opened up to a new page and began sketching. As I drew, I thought over my dream. It had been the same thing for almost a week now and I still didn't understand it completely, but there was one thing I was certain of; I needed to get to Rome by that date. Maybe I'd find my family? It was all connected, I was sure. Just one question; How? I'd saved up quite a bit of cash from all the allowances Auntie Dea had given me, but I didn't think it would be nearly enough for a plane ticket out of the country. Plus there was the problem of a passport… No, I'd have to think of something else.
I sighed and looked at my drawing. My eyes widened as I examined it. It was that boy in my dream, the one with the brown hair. I smiled and reached for my colored pencils. I pulled out one of my darker browns and began shading in his hair. I had almost finished when I heard a soft tapping on my door. I looked up and saw my aunt standing in the doorway. I closed my sketchbook and stood up. "Hello Auntie." She smiles sweetly. "Hello dear. I just wanted to let you know that there are customers on their way in. You know what that means." I sigh and nod.
She waves her hand, muttering something in an ancient tongue. A glowing orb comes out of my mouth and floats into the locket around her neck, making it glow a beautiful blue-green. She shakes her head. "If I could just trust you to behave, I wouldn't have to do this. I'll be back soon and you can have it back." She turns and leaves without another word. I roll my eyes and sit back down on my bed. 'Gotta Go My Own Way' starts to play and I open my mouth to sing, but nothing comes out. I sigh and lay back on the bed, picking at the stitches on the flowery bedspread. She took my voice again. 'If I could just trust you...' 'Maybe if I weren't a captive here' I thought bitterly. I thought about that day, 6 months ago. It had been a typical day for us…
A few 'customers' had stumbled upon her shop. This time, like most, they were demigods. Heroes. I had followed her into the shop without her knowing. I watched as she charmed the demigods with her magic, leading them around and showing her their wares. The boys had been quick to follow and succumb to the spell, but the girl was skeptical, the charmspeak not working entirely. She had hung back slightly. When Auntie Dea had gone to a different floor, I called out to the girl. 'Hey!' I quickly explained my predicament when Auntie Dea appeared out of nowhere. That's when things went wrong. She pushed me back into the doorway that connected our house to her store, locking it behind me. I heard screaming from the demigods and I started banging on the door, crying. She had come back in a few minutes later to find me curled up on the floor, face stained with tears.
From that day foreword, she began taking precautions to keep me from escaping. She locked the doors and sealed them with magic. She took my voice to keep me from calling for help, and she placed a specialized spell around the house to keep me from leaving. I was officially trapped.
A/N: So, the chapter isn't quite done yet, but I wanted to get at least this much up. I'll be finishing it soo. Hopefully by Monday night at the latest.