Once I had swam away from Atlantis, and was sitting outside of a coffee shop in a small town in Alabama and I had changed out of my War form as to not alert the locals. I started to gather and organize my thoughts but they were many and I felt as though if I wrote them down I could more easily form them into complete thoughts. I called over the waitress and she walked over to the table where I was sitting.

"Can I help you?" she asked with a light and bouncy country accent.

"Yes, I would like a blueberry scone and if I may a pen and a pad of paper." I answered.

"Pleasure, I'll be right back." And then she walked back into the shop.

I settled down and surprisingly did something I hadn't in a while, I just relaxed despite very thing that had just occurred previously. I was at peace smelling the delicious baking wafting towards me from the shop. The atmosphere around me was peaceful and joyous with people's laughter filling the air, I even heard a young baby giggle as her mother played peekaboo.

My waitress returned, and sat down the blueberry scone first on a small gold rimmed plate, and then put a cup of steaming tea in front of me. I looked up at her with confusion and said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't..."

"Oh I know, but shh my dad owns this place and you looked pretty worked up when you first sat down. And my dad always said; nothing soothes the mind, body, and soul like a cup of tea made with care."

I must admit I was taken back by her kindness, I guess I had forgotten that some people were actually good on this world, and not always looking out for only their own ambitions. She reminded me for the real reason I embarked on the journey, to save the world and make it a safer place for people like her.

"Thank you... Francesca" I said as I paused to look for her name tag.

"You are very welcome, but I do ask for one thing just so I don't feel bad for just giving away drinks."

"And what would you desire?" I said dejected, thinking I had been wrong on my previous assumption.

She pulled out the chair and sat down across from me, "Tell me your story, Mr. Mystery. Because I can already tell from the way you talk, you're not from round here."

"Mr. Mystery ehh?" I said teasingly.

"Well you never offered your name to me, and so that usually says that people would rather keep that too themselves, but that's not important so you have to continue or else your tea's gonna get cold."

"Hmm my story, it's a tragic one if you can believe that. I guess I simply placed my trust in the wrong people, and it came to bite me in the butt hard. And sadly that's all you're going to get for right now, because I am famished and I believe you have needy customers."

"Fine, you win this time, but I expect you to come back or else I'm going to be very very disappointed. Here's your pen and paper per request."

I took them from her and for a brief second our hands touched and she recoiled as if stung, but she soon regained her composure obviously embarrassed and to make matters worse as she was backing away she tripped over one of the chairs.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" She said turning a fierce shade of red and hurried back into the shop causing the bell above the door to chime.

I couldn't help but smile at the ordeal that had just tooken place, and looking back on it I almost didn't believe if it was real. Here this girl had come, out of nowhere, and had got more conversation out of me than anyone for a while now. And I didn't even know her last name.

But I refocused as I had trained myself to do, despite the constant ADHD, and went back to the most important task on hand. Food.

Before I even picked up the scone however, my mouth was already watering in anticipation, the smell of warm, fresh blueberries brought back memories of my Mom. Which made me think of what I sacrificed to keep her safe, you see after the giant war I saw that my enemies would have no qualms against using my mortal connections as leverage. And so action had to be taken.

Perhaps one of the last things Posideon probably did as a good father was listen to my pleas as I begged him to take my mother and Paul away to a unknown city in Greece. But the painful part came in when we took them both in the river Lethe and erased any memory of my existence from them, no easy task mind you. Hypnos himself helped us, and even then it was a challenge mainly because I realized what I was letting go of, of the pure family I was loosing. I knew it needed to be done however.

Shaking the memory from my mind I devoured the scone in three swift bites and supprisingly felt quite full from it. Sitting back and sipping the delicious tea, which was absolutely heavenly, put me in a state of bliss and disconnection from the world around me, which is why I was to blame for what unfolded.