YES, this is it. This is where the action really kick starts, no more fooling around like I did the last five chapters. EHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Nothing really, I was just kinda boreddddddddd. See what happpens when I'm BBBBBBBOOOOOOORRREDDDDDDD? 8D

Marissa woke up to the sounds of gruff screams and odd high-pitched squeals. It sounded like a little girl who had swallowed a pillow and was trying to talk after sucking on insane amounts of helium. Marissa growled in her sleep. God-or supposedly Gods, now that everything was Greek-What was that crazy satyr doing? She began to feel the bumpy surface of her backpack and that only made her more irritated. She tried to ignore everything, she pressed together her backpack around the sides of her head, unfortunately the horrible squealing only got worse and eventually became impossible to ignore.

Finally she couldn't take it any longer. Marissa got up from her rather awkward sleeping position. She stood up and marched to find Ferdinand and have a very serious talk with him when she realized that Ferdinand wasn't there. She looked around but he was nowhere to be seen, and neither was whatever made those disturbing noises. There was a moment of utter silence, and then without any proper warning, an ugly massive furry creature burst out of the trees, it's unbelievably wide body caused tree trunks to break apart and drop as it dashed towards Marissa's direction.

Marissa screamed and threw herself out of it's way, just before it ran her over. Her backpack hadn't been so lucky, though. When she approached the place where she and Ferdinand decided to settle in, it was, well, squashed, and so was Ferdinand's satchel. Now they have absolutely nothing. All their supplies were gone and they don't have any way of getting out of Canada. When she heard Ferdinand's voice and the sound of hooves hitting the ground. "Hey, Half-Blood! Catch!"

"What were you thinking-" She was cut off when Ferdinand tossed her a heavy black plastic bag. When she opened it, it was full of apples. "Are you kidding me? A garbage bag? And what's a bunch of stupid apples supposed to do?" Marissa yelled. She was pratically more than mad at him.

"Ah, you children never understand." Ferdinand scoffed. "Hold that bag, and wait for my instructions. Throw me an apple when I say so!"

"Okay! Okay! I get it! Do you have to scream at me anyway?" Honestly, she hated being pushed around and told to follow instructions, as if she was an idiot and one darn time wasn't enough. She hated Ferdinand's voice even more, speaking of the satyr, he was already bounding after the boar.

Minutes later, the repulsive creature came rushing back, it was hopping and running around in circles, and struggling to get Ferdinand off it's back. Ferdinand, on the other hand, seemed to be having a great time. Even though he had to hit the boar with his wooden club to keep it in control. "Now! Now, Marissa, throw me an apple!"

Marissa noticed the distance between her and the boar, but she tossed a round, red apple anyway. As she expected, it Ferdinand in the head, but when it fell, the boar went crazy and chased the rolling fruit that looked incredibly tiny next to it, and swallowed it in one gulp. "Again!" Ferdinand called out, he was rubbing his head where the previous apple had hit him. Marissa tried again, this time, she threw it as far as she could.

"Come here, get on the boar!" Ferdinand ordered as the boar started to lope off. Marissa sprinted after it, and she caught up with it's behind. And boy, did it stink, worse than the time Vera got sprayed by a skunk. Ferdinand held out his hand and hoisted her up. Marissa held on to the boar as tightly as she could. Ferdinand took the bulging bag of apples from her hands and began throwing some in front of the giant, smelly pig.

So, that's a nice way to handle a wild boar. Marissa thought. The smell was getting easier to handle too, or maybe she'd just gotten used to it. As the day went on, she kept on staring at the way behind her, wondering how far she was from her home now. She wanted to know why had it been her, why did she have to be dragged away from her life and slapped into a new one? Who was she, really? Somehow, Marissa found it weird that she herself could answer that question, probably no one can, not even the Greek gods, not even whoever her parent was.

Ferdinand noticed her silence, normally she would've been complaining or asking him ridiculous questions, and maybe cursing on him. "Hey, Marissa, you're pretty quiet today. Something wrong? Aren't you wondering how Quebec will look like?"

"Well, how long are we going to keep on this thing?" She gestured to the boar. It's drool was dripping everywhere. "Eh, I don't know as well. We'll just have to see." Ferdinand replied. Marissa asked again. "Are we even going in the right direction?" But Ferdinand didn't answer, and that made Marissa more anxious, and not to mention more talkative, he let out a small chuckle, making sure Marissa didn't hear it.

Four times. They got lost for four times. Marissa kept on thinking to herself. The first time they had wandered into a particular small town. The boar went crazy, it began to cause a panic, peaking it's snout into shops, cafes and restaurants. It was a good thing they were gone before the cops came, or else that would have been an awkward moment of explaining to do. The second time, well, they had ran off and nearly got hit by a truck. Third time, when Ferdinand had gotten his directions straight again. Some nosy guy pointed at the boar and it all went wrong, again. As for the fourth time, did she really need to explain it?

Finally, they arrived at the outskirts of Quebec. Marissa could feel that they were close enough. And she told Ferdinand that they wouldn't need the boar anymore when she stole that old pick-up truck that was lying on the street, what luck. Plus, the gas was full, the only problem was driving, but Ferdinand said that he's got some experience. It was nearly midnight when they broke camp and the boar left. Oh well, he had been good company after all, ignoring the awful stench and the times it had caused trouble.

Marissa woke up the next day with a horrible headache and a weird craving for apples. She raked away the barbs and other things caught up in her short hair, Ferdinand was playing tunes on his lute. She had to admit, it was pretty relaxing. Marissa knelt down next to him, as she watched, the sunlight that streamed down on them bent, the dead leaves that hadn't fallen yet and still clung to the branches started curling up and withered. Marissa couldn't help but be amazed. Then Ferdinand stopped, he took a deep breath after taking the pipe away from his lips. "What are you gawking at? you wanna catch flies with that mouth of yours?" Marissa didn't say anything, she just sighed. Maybe she was just too tired to really come up with something to say. "I'm going to get an apple."

Marissa packed everything up and placed them all at the back of the truck. She got in the truck and sank into the peeling leather seat. Ferdinand was already on the wheel. Marissa stifled a laugh, with his furry legs and his curved horns, he looked like a very, very hairy driver. But she supposed that the satyr could care less.

Marissa stared out the car window, at the streets, the falling snow, and the grey, faded buildings. Those sights were all familiar to her. Like what she saw when she walked home from school, or when her dad used to take her along with him when she was younger. She would have always made him buy her sweets. Marissa smiled with those warmer memories. And without knowing, she fell asleep.

"Wake up, Marissa. We're here." She was shaken awake by a hand on her shoulder. Marissa opened her eyes, her vision still bleary with sleep. The first thing she saw was her father's familiar face with laugh lines on his forehead and crinkles around his kind blue eyes that held a light of youth and happiness, the light which she had watched slowly disappear from his eyes as she grew older. It was that day, the day which she thought would have been the start of a happy life. The day she moved into Vancouver, the day her mother disappeared.

Her father's face was replaced by Ferdinand's bearded one, and she realized she had been hallucinating. "What?" she asked, her own voice sounded strange somehow. "We're in Quebec."

Oh God, I am so sorry. It would've been longer. But then writers block striked me, hard. I promise, chapter seven would have triple the action and stuff. Watching Hetalia kinda made me lazier, LOL.