Olympic Gods are quite strong. And forceful. Especially the God of War. He should really take up yoga or something. I've seen what it can do for stressed-out business women during a one hour lunch break. They walk in screaming into a Bluetooth and leave chanting the teachings of Mahatma Ghandi.
But seriously, what a grip! I've studied blood circulation and know if it's not happening in my fingers, it's not a good sign.
He guided me into a large gym area, with equipment scattered within a race track that circulated the room. Paradise. I am in paradise. Gliding down the steps on my own accord I glance around the room, listing the order I want to use the equipment in. The track first. Defiantly the track. I turned to Ares, now standing behind me with a curious grin.
'May I?' I anxiously waited for an answer.
'But of course' he replied, raising his hand, granting me permission. A grin escaped the corner of my mouth. I bolted to the track and lapped it within seconds. With each lap my heart beat increased, restlessly drumming me on. My hair whipped the back of my neck as it was thrown backwards from the pure momentum of my body flying around the track. I sensed a crowd gathering at the steps. I've always been a bit of a show off. I like proving myself and showing I'm capable to others. When I walked through that portal, they saw a short boring looking girl trying to hide her insecurities about where she was, who she was with and what she was doing here. Now they see I blur of confidence, self-belief and potential.
'Let's turn up the heat shall we?' I hear muttered from the centre of the room. How did Ares manage to get past me? He's next some small post. He smirked. Suddenly the ground raised up i front of me, blocking my path. I dove over it to be met by another, and another. These gods must sure have a sense of humour!
I dived over these solid objects (I say solid but I'm not about to wait and find out) to see a flash of red light. Okay make that multiple flashes of light, coming from the wall ahead. Well here goes nothing!
My hands touch the ground and I'm soaring through the air. A lazar passes by my ear as my foot makes contact with the wall, pushing me back away from it. Soon through the maze of light and solid walls, I sprint my way to the centre of the room to see a rather pleased God beaming to himself.
'You could have warned me things were going to shoot at me!' I gasped, trying to sound more exhausted than I actually was cause, let's face it, I have some awesome running skills but I'm not going keep running around for entertainment. Ares enjoyed that WAY too much...
'Nice job Josie!'
'Artemis right?' I ask, with my immense knowledge of Greek mythology.
'I like this kid already.' She beamed turning to Hera, who was majestically gliding down the steps of the gym. If only I could have an ounce of her grace, maybe I could make it through a school day without tripping or walking into something...
'Yes she is quite talented.' She agreed, staring me right in the eye. Creepy much?
'Okay...We've had story time with a goddess, surprise presents from our parents, and I've had a run it what seems to be work out heaven...what are we going to do about our parents?' I asked, bringing everyone back to the a matter-at-hand cause, well I kinda don't want my parents to die or whatever.
'What else is there to do? Investigate.'