I just watched this series called "Google Translate Sings" on YouTube, and it's freaking hilarious! So, in honor of such creativity, I put my "I don't own PJO spiel through various layers of Google Translate, and here's how it turned out! I'm not a fool, so PJO. Seriously, there must be four. Why not appeared yet farmers! And my face, legs, and other unpleasant places in the factory, so do not give up!
Pup: Koutávi Student: Foititís
As soon as the words were out I felt numb. I wasn't able to hear, see, or comprehend anything outside of trickle of liquid in front of me. Annabeth could've been kicking and screaming, or completely silent, I couldn't tell. The only thing she did that I was aware of was when she sat down next to me and rested her head upon my shoulder. We sat for gods know how long, and said nothing. Finally I turned to her and gently kissed her forehead before saying my final words "We'll figure this out, don't worry. I love you." She wanted to argue, but simply said "I love you too, and don't die." I smiled softly and walked out of the door. Out of the camp. Out of my life.
I knew I couldn't go back home. It's not that my mom and Paul wouldn't welcome me, but that they would know something was wrong. And what if it happened again, only I hurt someone instead of a picnic table? There were too many problems, too many things that could wrong.
I wandered around the city aimlessly. People around me enveloped in the same green aura I had seen on Chiron. I had so much on my mind, yet I couldn't keep a coherent thought together. Every sight and sound around me was rendered utterly inane, I couldn't care less about what happened around me. My wandered from one thing to another but always strayed back to the incident.
What is happening to me? Am I possessed? How did I turn into that thing? I can't believe this is happening! I can't take this!
I started to feel angry. No, angry is an understatement, I felt furious. My face felt hot and my gut wrenched like I was trying to move an entire ocean. My insides boiled and my hands started to shake. I balled them into fists and kept walking. A young man, maybe late 20's, came up to me and asked "Hey kid, you okay there?" I must've had the most gods-awful expression, because when I looked up at him to say I was fine he backed away with his hands up. "Whoa, alright! Sorry I asked!" He walked away so quickly, he was practically running. Great.
It was then I first heard his voice. "Ahem, hello? Is this thing on?" "Oh, fantastic!" I thought sarcastically, "first, I almost kill my girlfriend, then I get kicked out of camp and freak out some guy. Now I get to imagine voices in my head! Yay!" I was surprised when the voice chuckled in response. "Oh silly child, I'm not a hallucination. Rather, a companion during your exile." His voice was velvety and soothing, I felt relaxed as he spoke and my anger slipped away. His voice was deep and reminded me vaguely of my father.
"Okay, then," I thought back to the voice, "what is your name? Or should I just call you Companion?" I thought it odd that I was so trusting of this mysterious voice, but the thought was quickly forced out of my head. After a few moments of consideration, he finally replied. "I have been called many things, by many people. Names are lost to time, like seeds in the wind. But you, young koutávi, may call me Kyrios." The name filled me with an odd warmth.
I looked up at the people around me, still surrounded by the odd emerald light. "Kyrios," I asked, his name once again giving me a strange sense of satisfaction, "do you know what that is? The green stuff around all the people?" "What? Oh, yes, that. Well that is part of a gift that I have, and I assume it must've transferred itself unto you." "Gift? What gift?" "Well," he said a smile evident in his voice despite his lack of a mouth, "I could show you how it works, that is, if you're hungry enough?"
Red flags. Alarm bells. A warning of some kind should have gone off, but none that I was aware of. Instead I replied "You know what, Kyrios? I'm starving,"
Fifteen minutes later I sat among dense foliage, watching a deer gnaw on some leaves. It too donned the green essence around it, but Kyrios called it Tracker Light. Kyrios coached me on how to stay hidden, "Slow your breathing. Don't tense up, it will delay your speed of attack. Don't let it know you're there until it's too late." I felt all of his advice surge through me, filling me with a familiar feeling. It was the same feeling I got when saying his name, only better.
I unsheathed Riptide silently and Kyrios gasped and asked breathlessly, "Is that… Anaklusmos?" I smiled and nodded, still focused on the deer. Swiftly and almost soundlessly, I leapt upon the deer. As soon as it was dead, I stood up and backed away from the body. "What did I just do?" I asked remorsefully. "Shh, child, you did well. You have now gotten us something for the night, and maybe a day or two afterwards. You did well, my foititís, but I won't make you watch the preparation of the animal if do not wish to." I shook my head, somewhat reassured. My vision went dark and the world around me slipped away.
The child is not as strong as thought, perhaps the isolation has taken quite a toll. No matter, he is steadily becoming mine. I can feel his control slip with every mere mention of me. Soon I will have revenge on that old fool. I sentenced Pelus to death, and I meant it. That treacherous buffoon will die, just like the other traitor. Funny, it seems the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Just how long before he corrupts more innocent mortals? I'm doing them all a favor. His head will be mine, after all these millennia.
Hey. Welcome back. Yeah, so much for updating regularly. I'M SORRY! Kinda. I wrote and re-wrote this thing like four times, so sorry if it still sucks. I had like thirty different ideas and I couldn't decide on one. Like, he originally was just living in the woods. Dumbest. Idea. Ever. I kept getting stuck at one part, so I just scrapped the whole thing. Alright, today's question of the chapter is which Celebrity do you find the most annoying? I'm going to go with Farrah Abraham, who's so dumb and annoying, it's almost not funny. Almost. AAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYWAYS… As always, Stacy's mom does have it going on, and have a nice life!