The Greek Egyptian

by SwirledForever

Kyra Antona was special. I mean, it's not everyday you meet someone whose mother is a cat. And yes, her father was most likely drunk when she was created, but that's beside the point. Oh, and she doesn't cheat. Her boyfriends do know about each other. Just remember, her life is crazy and you'll be good when you meet her. (Name recently changed from Mesh)

2. Chapter 2

Chapter Two

"You should be glad your father wants to see you," Carlos chastised through the Bluetooth inside our motorcycle helmets. "My mother would be happier killing me."

"That's not true," I admonished his stretching of the truth. "Sure, she might not be happy to see you, but that doesn't mean that she'd be happy with a murder charge! But I am glad you came with me."

"Chica, are you kidding me? I would've come even if you didn't want me! I mean, who knows? This guy could be some psycho rapist for all we know."

I punched his shoulder, "You're not helping my nerves here! Besides, Carlos, he can't be that bad if my mother was okay with this meeting."

"I guess you're right, Chica," He says with a smile as we approached the quaint restaurant that he was currently employed at. "But it doesn't change the way I think about him."

I shrug and then remember he can't see that, "Well that's okay. You don't have to like him. I mean, he's not your relative."

He laughs as he pulls into his parking space and turns off his Kawasaki Ninja he got for his sixteenth birthday, looking back at me, "We're here."

"Imagine that," I smirk and dismount, removing my helmet and shaking my hair out in one fluid motion before something catches my eye. "Whoa."

"Yeah, whoa. Isn't that your dream bike, Chica?" Carlos is standing beside me also admiring the beautiful lines of the bike I've always wanted.

"A 2008 Suzuki GSXR750. Orange and black, with orange flames on the gas tank. Exactly my dream bike," I look longingly at it while I describe it verbally, it's hard to keep my hand from reaching out to touch it.

"You like it?"

"I love it." I answer without thinking and then realize that it wasn't Carlos who asked. I turn, but can't make out the features of the man's face. "Oh, is it yours?"

"No, it's yours," His voice smiles and he moves so I can see his face.

Purple. He has purple eyes. Like really "wow that's actually purple" eyes.

I blink when what he said sinks into my brain, "Excuse me? No, it's not mine. I wish it were. That'd be amazing. But no," I end with a melodramatic sigh.

"What if it was a gift? A first meeting gift, from me?"

I smile, a bit puzzled, "That would be nice, but I don't think I could accept."

"Hmm," He looks over the motorcycle in deep thought and looks back into my eyes with anticipation and almost pleading. "An early birthday present? You'll be able to drive it when you turn fifteen."

I laughed shortly in surprise, "How did you…? Oh, you're… aren't you?"

"That I am," His eyes twinkle slightly. "Pleased to officially make your acquaintance, Kyra. It's been a while and I don't think you'd remember me."

"Nope I don't," I laugh and accept the hand he extends to me. "Of course, it didn't really help that you didn't ever decide to visit."

He shrugged apologetically, "Yeah, I guess that wasn't very thoughtful, was it?"

"No," I reply unemotionally and look to Carlos only to find that he had already left, probably after I had discovered that the man before me was my long absent father. "But it doesn't really matter, now. It's not like I'm gonna hold it against you or anything. You had your reasons."

He smiled, "Well, thank you, I guess. You hungry?"

"Famished," I say with a wry grin. "I slept in today and didn't have time to grab any breakfast. My dance classes start early. Really early."

"Then let's get inside before you faint and you can tell me more about this early dance class," He opens the door for me and follows me inside.

Once we were seated at a table near the window, we started to get more acquainted. I learned that he lived in Greece where he owned a successful vineyard, lived with a big extended family, and we shared personalities just as we shared looks. I was definitely his daughter. He asked about my dance classes and I gladly obliged to tell him about my dance schedule. I started in the morning with not really a dance class but I still classified it as that. Yoga came first, to stretch me out, and then I did a bit of ballet, followed by belly dancing, ballroom dancing on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and then modern dancing. I also casually mentioned pole dancing before hurriedly explaining that it was for exercise only and my mom always encouraged me to try new things and so I did. And now and then, Carlos would teach me another break-dancing move.

"Fascinating," He said with a smile, leaning forward on his elbows as I finished the last of my lunch. "I've never been that avid of a dancer, although I enjoy an occasional dance."

"Ballroom?" I guess.

"Exactly," He nodded and picked up a menu. "I like to finish up the meal with something a little extra, it's kinda a tradition."

"How long have you kept this tradition?"

"Years," He waves his hand dismissively. "I don't care to say because that would make me look old. It would make me feel old."

I laugh, "I see."

"Wine?" My father asks, looking up from the menu.

I notice that he is being extraordinarily generous as the wine at this place was highly overpriced and not worth the money. Not just because he got me my costume dream bike.

"No thanks, under-aged, remember? Besides, my mom would have a fit" I smiled. "And the stuff here really isn't worth it, so says my step-brother."

"Oh, yes, that's right. But I don't let anyone tell me how good wine is before I taste it myself, but thank you for the warning. Hmmm," He flips through the menu. "I think I'll take the Cabernet Sauvignon."

My nose wrinkles in disgust as I remember the time Carlos convinced me to try it.

My father smiled in amusement at my expression, "Not your taste?"

I nodded, "I prefer sweet wine, that one's too dry."

He laughed, "I thought you didn't drink."

I blushed and looked around sheepishly, "I didn't say that. I said I was under-age, (which is true) and my mom would kill me, (also true) and the wine here isn't worth it (very true)."

"Well, to each their own then," He smiled as Carlos came, took our orders and left. "So tell me, when do you drink?"

"In private, Father," I replied saucily.

"Oh, please, call me Dion," His face burst into a knowing grin. "We hardly know each other, so calling me 'father' doesn't feel comfortable, am I right?"

My smile was one of relief, "Very."

"So, you don't drink in public, or around your mom (stop me if I'm incorrect) so there is only one place I could think of for you to drink," He looked at me and I motioned for him to continue. "It would have to be with the one person you really trusted and, from what I've gathered, that would be your step-brother, Carlos I believe."

I nodded, "You got me."

"And it is none other than your step-brother who is waiting on us, correct?" He seemed to be solving some great mystery, although I hadn't known there was any.

"Yes, that's right."

He smiled and leaned back in his chair, looking around in satisfaction, "He loves you."

"Yeeeaah? We're kinda siblings," I shrugged off the matter, but he wouldn't let it slide.

"I'm just trying to warn you before he says anything. Just want you to be prepared," He cocked his head to the side and studied me, leaning forward. "You love him too, don't you? Dammit, I knew this wasn't going to go well. I tried to warn Alicia about letting an Egyptian get too close!"

"What do you mean you tried to warn Alicia? Are you talking about Diego? But, of course, you couldn't be. He's not Egyptian he's Latino. But that still leaves the question, what are you talking about?"

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, "Why are we at Carlos' table at the same time he just happened to be working?"

I rolled my eyes, "And here I thought only teenagers were allowed to answer a question with a question. He's protective, that's all. He gets it from his dad. And he thinks you'll hurt me, that you're some sort of psycho rapist (his exact words)."

He laughed, "Do you think I'm a psycho rapist?"

"Not yet," I look him over with an assessing gaze.

"Would you if I told you you're coming to live with me for a few days?"

"Uh, the chance increases. Who decided this?"

"You're mother and I. You're going to have to trust that she wouldn't send you off with anyone dangerous."

"Okay," I shrugged as my mind tried to grasp on to trust. "And why am I going with you?"

"Well, this is the part you're probably not going to believe, because it will challenge almost everything you thought before. So just try to keep an open mind."

"Go on, I'm listening," I tried to do as he said and keep my mind open to all possibilities.

"You aren't normal, not really mortal. A demigod, actually."

"A what?" The word triggered something in my mind, but I couldn't place it.

"Half god."

"And who do I get the god part from?"

"Me."

"Right."

My dad was a lunatic.

I jumped from my seat and dashed to where Carlos' motorcycle was parked. I got out of there as fast as I could and locked the door of our apartment behind me, collapsing on my bed, hoping he wouldn't try coming after me.

"That was a waste of energy."

I screamed and scrambled back on the bed, grabbing the closest thing I could to use as a weapon which happened to be a pillow.

My father laughed and tugged at the pillow, "That's not going to do you much good. You know, you ran off without giving me a chance to explain anything and you didn't keep an open mind."

I pressed myself against the wall, clutching the pillow tightly as if it was a lifesaver and I was drowning. He leaned on my desk across from me and, with a sigh, ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"You see, your mother wanted you to have a normal childhood, and we agreed that it'd be best if I didn't have any contact with you. I knew I couldn't leave you completely alone, that'd be like having you murdered, so I put a protecting spell on you. Unfortunately, it only lasts for fifteen years, so I had to return."

My brain processed the information, but all I could think of to say was, "But I'm not fifteen for almost four months."

"You weren't considered one on the day of your birth either," He reminded.

"Well, fine then, get it over with and leave me alone!" I was working on convincing myself that this was all a bad dream and I would wake up when he was done.

He bit his lip, "You'll have to come with me."

"Where?" I felt dread rising in me.

"Olympus."

"Wait, that's all the way in Greece! You're crazy; I'm not going with you."

"You kind of have to," He shrugged apologetically. "Unless you feel up to fighting a Minotaur alone."

"Uh, Minotaur?"

"It's headed here as we speak," His tone was relaxed, but his eyes were scanning outside of my window. "We'll probably run into it, but if we leave now we can meet him on a battlefield of our chose."

"Well, let me get some stuff."

"We packed for you, Alicia and I," He stood up and moved toward the door. "It's waiting on the plane."

"Plane? Oh, of course," I laughed nervously.

What did I think we would take? A fire-breathing dragon?

"Yes, so come on," He held the door open for me as I walked through.

I stopped in the living room, "What about Carlos? I want him to come."

"He can't!" Dion answered sharply. "My family won't like him. They might even try to kill him."

"Why?"

"Because of his blood. They'll have a hard enough time accepting you. Now let's go, I'd rather be to the runway than inside this building when we have to fight."

He tried to nudge me towards the door, but I wouldn't move.

"Get him a ticket."

"Did you not hear what I said? They'll kill him. He'll die. He can't come."

"Would you listen to yourself?" I glared at him, "You're the one ruining my life! This is the least you could do. He's coming."

He threw his hands up in exasperation and practically growled at me, "Fine, he'll be there. But I won't be the one defending him when he's about to be blown to bits."

I nodded in satisfaction and headed toward the door. A dark shape hovering over the window caught my eye. It was big and hairy and smelled like a cow pasture. I heard Dion curse under his breath.

"What is that?" I gulped and inched backwards towards the door.

"Just don't do anything to draw its attention, alright?" He cautioned.

I nodded mutely and stepped back. My foot landed right on Rohana's Barbie microphone and it started singing 'Barbie Girl'.

Definitely not the right song for this moment. This was more of a 'Derezzed' by Daft Punk sort of moment.

The dark mass shifted and two giant, glittering red eyes were staring through the window. Right at me, their target. Frozen by fear I couldn't do anything, sure that this creature would be my undoing.

Like a flash, something jumped between the now roaring beast and me. It pulled out a wand and shouted three ancient words that sounded suspiciously like Egyptian. Sparks of glowing symbols flew at the creature, causing it to stagger backward and roar in pain.

"Come on, Chica," The figure turned to me, "I believe we were going to catch an airplane."

He grabbed my arm and propelled me towards the door.

"Carlos? How-where-Wha?" I stammered and stumbled down the stairs.

"Whoa, Chica, careful now," He didn't answer any of my questions, just continued pushing me onward to some unknown destination.

"I'll take her," I had forgotten that Dion was there, but he was and didn't look pleased with my stepbrother's sudden arrival.

"Does that mean I get to watch the monster?" Carlos seemed to share his attitude and stepped back as Dion took his place guiding me forward.

"You do realize you just made it angry, don't you?"

"Well what did you expect me to do? He was about to tear down the building!" Carlos' voice was tinged in frustration.

"Nothing! I had it under control."

He snorted, "Sure."

"You don't know much, do you?" My father's gaze swept over Carlos distastefully.

"I know more than I'd like to know," Was his only reply.

Dion was leading us somewhere I'd never been and I couldn't conceal my shock when we stumbled upon this random open field.

He noticed my expression and explained with as few words possible, "Private airway. It's my father's."

I didn't have time to ask the question that was on my lips because a huge shadow flew over us and landed with a thud before me.

It was…well… huge! And covered in matted fur from its waist up. Two horns protruded from its head above its glowing eyes. It roared in victory and began running towards us.

Again, I was frozen, although this time my mind was singing,

I need a hero! I need a hero to the end of the night. He's gotta be fast and he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero! I'm holding on for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be fast and he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be larger than life. I need a hero!

I heard someone shout and I felt myself being pulled to the side and down to the ground as a silvery iridescent arrow flashed by me, burying itself on one of the monster's eyes. It stumbled back a few steps, and then reached for a massive battle-ax strapped to its back.

"What? That's not fair!" I protested and Carlos told me to keep quiet with a warning look. "I want a weapon! Do I get a weapon?"

Another arrow hissed past, blinding its other eye. The figure that shot it crouched down beside us.

"Mom?" I asked incredulously, taking in her ancient Greek armor, bow and arrows and glowing bronze sword at her side.

"Speak softly," She cautioned. "He still has perfect hearing."

"Oh," I whispered, "but… Mom? What are you wearing? Why? And when did you learn to shoot? What is that thing?"

"A very angry Minotaur who'd like to tear you apart," She really answered none of my important questions and then gave some sort of bird call. My confusion grew abundantly when Diego stepped out of the trees on the other side.

"What's he doing here?"

"Excellent question," Dion agreed.

"He's helping," She answered with a glare at Dion. "Wait here."

"But…!" She was already gone.

I watched in shock when Diego pulled out a staff that transformed into a Siberian tiger and began attacking the Minotaur. Sadly, the tiger was easily defeated. He threw fire, hailstones, and even angry monkeys! But nothing worked.

"Why can't he kill it?" I asked.

"Because that monster is Greek. Egyptian magic won't do anything but make it mad," I turned hurriedly to find a green-eyed blonde guy with a delicious English accent who had suddenly appeared.

"I-uh-who?" I stammered.

"Crispin," He offered his hand with a smile. "Mr. D said I could catch a ride to Olympus with him."

I took his hand shyly as Dion commented dryly, "Oops, I forgot about that."

I shook my head at him and turned back to the fight, noticing that my mom was successfully sneaking up on the beast while Diego kept him distracted. Before I knew it, she'd disappeared and reappeared on top of the Minotaur's head.

"How?" I began.

"Iris," Dion answered, explaining nothing.

The monster roared and turned around, trying to locate its attacker. My mom clung on impressively and even managed to draw her sword. She impaled him in the head and the Minotaur dissolved in a yellowish cloud. Then she was falling! Just before she hit the ground, she vanished again and appeared beside Diego.

"I love it when she fights," Dion remarked, "but I hate it when she kisses other guys."

I glanced quizzically at his annoyed facial expression then back to my mom who was caught in a lip-lock with Diego.

I shrugged and glanced back to him, "They're married, you'll get used to it."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," He murmured as Carlos stood up and glanced around.

"Come on, Chica, we need to get out of here."

"Carlos is right, Kyra. We need to leave before the others arrive," My mom and Diego were suddenly beside us.

"Others?" I replied, my voice weak.

"Yeah, you're kind of wanted dead," Diego stated, nodding coolly to Dion.

"Why?"

"The monsters feel cheated because you've gone unnoticed all these years," Alicia replied.

"Are they coming to?" Crispin was terribly confused.

"Yes."

"No."

My father and I said at the exact same time.

"They're coming," I said with finality.

"Diego's staying to look after Rohana," My mom reminded.

"Fine, Carlos is coming."

His gaze darkens in annoyance, "You're going to get him killed."

"Hey, I can protect myself," Carlos argues.

"In Olympus? I don't think so."

"We'll see."

Dion shakes his head, but doesn't continue fighting. A plane appears from the sky, lands and taxis to a stop. We follow him on board and I'm impressed by the inside. It was really nice. Of course, it could also be that I hadn't ever been on a private jet before. Something to think about. Other than the crazy story that my mother and father were now telling me.

I was actually supposed to believe that the Greek mythology that I've been learning in school was real and my mother was actually a half-blood (like me) daughter of Iris so that made me technically a three-quarter-blood and that could make my father's (the Greek god of wine, Dionysus) family unhappy because it was more of a risk to keep me alive (I'm still not sure why) and so they could want to kill me (although no one will tell me why they would kill Carlos)?

Yeah, sure, I don't think so.

But did I get a choice?

Nope!

But what I really couldn't believe was that both Diego and Carlos had known this all along and didn't tell me! You could say I glared at him severely for most of the plane ride. Eh, he'd get over it as soon as I did.

It took a shorter time than I had thought a "jump over the pond" would take, but I guess that's what happened when you're going insane.

Oh well.

We had landed near a mountain (I'm guessing it must have been Olympus) and had to hike a bit before reaching the base. Thunder shook the ground and it almost seemed as if someone at the top of the mountain was raging over our presence.

"My father's somewhat of a drama queen," Dion remarked and lightning sparked from the clouds.

"Uh, Dion? King, drama king," My mom urged with a slight touch to his arm.

He smiled at her, "So glad we're back on first name basis, Alicia."

She blushed and looked uncomfortable while withdrawing her hand quickly.

"Are we," I cleared my throat, "going up there?"

"Of course," Crispin stated as if it were obvious. "That's why you came here, right?"

"Well, yes, I was just hoping we could do it here. Where no one could possibly die."

"Won't work. Carlos has to stay here," Dion answered shortly.

"What? No! Why?" I objected.

He rolled his eyes. Clearly, I was just being 'difficult'.

"We've been over this. If you want him to stay alive you won't press the subject."

My jaw tightened, "I'm not going without him."

Now I realize that I was being unnecessarily stubborn, but I didn't want to let Carlos out of my sight. And not just because I needed to glare at him some more.

He accessed me shrewdly, "Do you really want to cause his death?"

"He's right, Kyra," Alicia agreed. "He'll be fine, I'll stay with him."

"What? No, you need to come with us."

"I'm coming."

Carlos took my side of the argument defiantly.

The gaze that Dion sent him was cold, "Your funeral."

But thankfully, he didn't make any more complaints. We crept up the mountain, the thunder roaring once again in protest when we neared the summit. Instinctively, I reached out and latched on to Carlos' hand and a feeling of security settled over me.

Suddenly, the thunder stopped and silence filled the air. Dion looked up with a confused expression. Something about the silence was even more foreboding than the sound. As if the warning had stopped and now we were in extreme danger.

I was about to ask where we were headed when a door appeared within a rock. It was very bright and I was stunned for a few seconds after Dion pulled me through. I held tightly to Carlos' hand, afraid to lose him as I beheld a beautiful city of white marble and gold.

People, or so they seemed to be, stopped whatever they were doing and stared. I inched closer to Carlos and they gradually looked away and went on with their life.

Suddenly, six guards in shining Greek armor appeared, surrounding Carlos and I.

"Uh," I looked to Dion for help.

He simply shrugged as if to say "Hey, I warned you, didn't I?"

The guards tried to pry us apart, but we were inseparable and finally they relented and herded us together to a great hall, with Dion and Crispin following behind (my mother having disappeared, probably wanting to catch up with friends. Maybe.). In the hall were twelve thrones, (with women on one side, men on the other) each uniquely different and mostly filled. Eyebrows raised and whispers were exchanged the moment we were marched through the ornate doors. Dion walked easily past us and seated himself in a purplish throne covered by grape vines. I shot a glare at him, but he shrugged, acknowledging that he had promised not to do anything.

The man on a silvery-gray throne, which had dark streaks of lightning throughout and sat in the center of the hall, leaned forward in interest.

"What are you doing here?"

Not sure who he was addressing, I answered for both of us, "I'm here with my dad and I insisted Carlos accompany me. It's not his fault he's here."

"Actually, it is," Dion offered.

"Shut up," I replied quickly. "You've done enough."

Someone started laughing and I turned to see a man that looked suspiciously like Crispin.

"I like this one, D," He smiled.

The one in the center shot him a stormy glance, "Apollo, not the time. What's your name, girl?"

"Kyra, what's your name?" I didn't mean for it to sound rude, but I guess it came off like that.

His gaze darkened and Apollo started laughing again.

"Zeus."

"Well I'm sorry, Zeus, if I have interrupted your day in any way. If you let us go, we won't bother you again."

"For fifteen years," Dion reminded.

"Seriously?" I glared at him.

"I don't know what your problem is, girl. You have no idea how close you are to dying," Zeus threatened.

I rolled my eyes (an unwarranted action, I know, but I couldn't control it) and spread my arms out.

Oddly enough, that caused the guards to step away and fade into the background. Then I turned back to the front. Zeus had stood up, not necessarily a good sign.

"Go ahead," I stepped forward boldly. "Kill me. You'll find that after you do, I'll not have learned anything. I will simply be dead. And you'll have another girl to add to your list of endless killings. So go ahead, I can't stop you."

I tilted my face upwards, awaiting the wrath my foolish words had undoubtedly stirred.

Instead, I heard words coming between death and I.

"Father, you can't kill her," Apollo's voice was full of barely contained laughter. "She's far too entertaining!"

He got up and walked in front of me, throwing a wink over his shoulder as I lowered my arms.

"Apollo, sit down," Zeus growled. "This is not your affair!"

"Oh, but I just made it my affair," He replied with a smile, stepping back and putting his arm around my waist.

Zeus sighed and sat back in his throne, "And what about her friend?"

He barely glanced at Carlos, "He's Egyptian. I don't care."

Zeus smiled, pointed his staff at Carlos and shot a blast of some sort of power at him.

Without thinking, I twisted out of Apollo's grasp and in front of my stepbrother, catching the power straight in the chest.

I felt electricity shoot through my being as I curled up into a ball on the floor. I sensed Carlos kneeling over me, accompanied by a face my mind couldn't recall. I zeroed in on Carlos, clinging to his familiarity and holding tight to his hand.

"Don't leave," I whisper.

"I won't," He promises, and I fall into darkness.

MOTORCYCLES! I love motorcycles... just a side note... So now our little Kyra's in Greece with her dad's family that wants to kill her step-brother and murders her instead! Mwahaha! Kidding... that would be a bad story. Continue reading and you can find out for yourself what happens in "The Greek Egyptian"... okay, dramatic moment over...