Genna IV

You see, I have very specific reasons why I didn't freak out when Nico looked at me and announced that we were going to Greece.

One: I didn't want to look like some idiot whose dream was to go there.

Two: Nico was counting on us to be understanding and helpful.

Three: I felt safer going crazy in a closed environment where no one can see me.

When I was younger I had dreamed of going to Greece. I was so excited that my dad said he would take me, until my sister had to make life more difficult.

Okay just so you understand, my "sister" is only my 1/2 sister, and she is thousands of years older than me, if not more. We have the same dad, but she came from some unknown way, when I was born normally. She is bloodthirsty and loves to give humans a bad time. Well, I am on this quest because I am to blame for some of the problem. I also try to avoid saying my sister's name, because, whether people know it or not, when you say her name she gets slightly more powerful. I have never met her in person, well I have… but she wasn't exactly conscious.

"Genevieve!"

I blinked into the present, and realized that Nico had been calling my name while I had been busy spacing out.

"What?" I said in a daze.

"Do you think it best to stay here overnight, since it is already starting to get dark?" Nico asked. His dark eyes looked weary, and his shoulders sagged. He looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks.

"Oh yeah, that sounds great." I answered. If I had said "no" I thought Nico would have dropped on the spot.

"Mom," I started turning towards her, "Do we have enough room in our house to keep our... guests?" I looked over at the Death God's son and the kind Giant. If they had been anywhere else looking for board, security would have been sure they were troublemakers and have thrown them out.

"Oh, yes." she answered. "I can make a mat on the floor in the basement for Cly, if he prefers to sleep inside, and Nico can use our guest room." My mom smiled at them.

"Okay," I answered.

Nico and my mom were talking about arrangements, and didn't really require my say in any of it, so I zoned out and thought about the quest ahead.

I imagined us traveling all over Greece…all the famous architecture, museums, and—most important-monsters.

I wasn't sure what kinds of monsters we would find in Greece, but ever since I was young, I had been running away from or fighting monsters.

That is when I remembered my most important possession. My weapon. I checked my finger to make sure it was there.

It was. It looked like a small plastic ring you would get from a gumball machine, but that's what it wants you to think. My father gave it to me on my eleventh birthday. He named it Kenóti̱ta which in Greek means blankness. I just call it Blank though. It always reappears on my finger. Each time it comes back there is no guarantee that it will end up on the same finger. Once a cute boy who worked at a diner I liked to go to, had a conversation with me. Unfortunately my ring had ended up on my wedding finger, so it was kind of embracing, because he noticed.

I frowned. For some reason I had the sickening feeling that not all of us will come back on this trip unscathed. I hoped we could avoid losing anyone...

"Genna, are you okay?" said my mother's concerned voice. She looked into my eyes, and I saw true worry that I knew she was trying to hide. She probably was really upset that I was going on a dangerous quest, and that it could cause me to lose my life.

"Yes, Mamma. I am fine, just a bit tired." No lie.

"Okay, but if you need any food grab it now or you will have to wait until breakfast, or would you prefer to go to bed now?" My mother asked calmly.

"Can I go to bed? I am exhausted." I said with a slight yawn.

"Sure honey, go right ahead." my mother answered.

"Night, love you." I said kissing my mom on the cheek.

My mother kissed me on the head and bid me goodnight.

I walked upstairs to my bedroom, and pulled out my fuzzy green pajamas and monster-faced slippers. I shuffled my feet to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Once I was done with that, I dragged my feet to my room and laid down on my bed. Within a few minutes I had fallen into a deep sleep.

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In my dream I was following some people I have never laid eyes upon. One was tall boy with messy black hair, green eyes, a tan face, and muscular arms. Another was a younger girl, about my age, with golden brown hair, and dark skin. The last was a boy who looked part Asian, was tall, big, and had a babyish face. They were walking towards a man who had a mysterious grin, and had a lot of food on a picnic table in front of him. A lot if bird-like creatures were trying to get the food, but couldn't, as if there was some sort of enchantment over the food. I sorted through my knowledge of Ancient Greek mythological creatures, and realized that they were harpies. One of the harpies was cleaner, and younger. She seemed to have a strategy to getting the food, but like the others could not.

I couldn't catch a lot of the conversation-only a few words: Percy, harpy, intelligent, Frank, poison, Phineas, and Hazel. I guessed that Hazel, Frank, and Percy were the names of the people I was following. Considering the way they were talking they were either arguing, or bargaining, maybe both.

Poison, was one of the words I heard. I saw the handsome boy with the dark hair and sea green eyes pull out two vials from his pockets, both containing identical looking contents. I guessed that he was testing the man, and that one or both contained poison. The green-eyed boy set them on the table in front of the pudgy old man. The man pointed to a vile and picked it up. The sea green-eyed boy picked up the other vile. Then they drank. Then the scene disappeared.

I was in a dark, cold, damp cave. There was a slight breeze that made me shiver. The sides of the cave were covered in moss and fungi. In the center of the cave was a fire. Around the fire was a man with what seemed to be two faces. In one of his hands was a key. Just one key. It was a dull brown, and made of what looked to be a type of wood. It didn't look very special, but considering the way he was holding it, it was probably the most precious thing in the world. Then he turned his head. I heard an oddly familiar voice that sounded half asleep. The voice made me want to yawn too, but since I was asleep at the moment there was no need.

"Very good, now you must wait till I give you my word. They will come for it in no time. They will fall straight into my trap."

"My mistress," the two faced man said, "I was wondering if you wanted me to be the one to handle this most honoring task. I mean I would love to be the one to guard this treasure from any harm. If that agrees with you." he added quickly.

"Hehehe!" the voice wheezed, "You are not the one I have selected for the job of meeting them where they expect to find this treasure. But, you will play a role in... Giving them problems locking and unlocking secrets, doors and ...well, we'll see.

The voice laughed its sleepy laugh.

"Excuse me your magnificence," the two faced man said cutting into the voice's laughter, "But who, if you don't mind me asking, is going to be waiting for them?"

"You will see, you will see."

The voice laughed a sinister rumble. I felt goose bumps rise on my skin and the scene slowly disappeared.

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