So on the first two weeks of July, there will be no updates, because I am going France and Spain with my family. I am going to update today, and once next week. I will try to finish editing, Pulling my Weight, next week and update before I leave. But in the meantime, Enjoy.
At school, Karl is infamous for causing havoc. His old school in Canada melted down because of him, and then he caused a riot at that boarding school in Seattle, Washington. Don't ask how he did it, but apparently people shared disapproval of that "two-faced" teacher (Yes, he had two faces). His adoptive mother would always yell at him.
"KARL, WHAT DID YOU DO NOW", she'd shout in terror.
"Well, you see, mom, I sorta, caused a riot, but we have freedom now", he'd tell her.
She always a smelled like rare spices from China, along with natural hair. He missed her, but Chiron told him that he'd be able see her again in the winter, and that she'd be waiting for him too.
He found himself standing in a living room with an unnecessary fire crackling in the fire place. He looks around the room; it was old, and has a peculiar smell to it. From the corner of his eye, he sees Chiron turns to them, "Children, sit, please", he orders
They sit on the sofa, and stare at him as he transforms into a regular human in a wheelchair. He can sense beings staring at him, and he hates the feeling, "Karl, do you know what you said", he asks.
He looks at the fire, "Yes, sir", he whispers in fear.
"THE COACH, is not a pedophile; he cares a lot about the children here, child", he emphasizes in an intolerable manner. Michael looks at him; he knows he can see him cowering that pisses him off.
"Sir THAT REALLY DOESN'T HELP MUCH, YOU KNOW, he cares about CHILDREN HERE at THIS CAMP", he emphasizes back.
Chiron looks at him, then towards the ceiling of the room as he whispers some stupid incantation. He shakes his head in dismay when thunder rumbled again,
"That doesn't matter," Chiron replies. "You three have to give respect to your teachers, and that same goes to you, Michael", he asks slowly.
Karl starts to look down at his feet, and begins to pull out some skittles,
"Maybe yellow this time", he mumbles.
"You may not understand yet, Michael, but the gods have decided that you are not ready. Now, our camp is built upon respect and heroism", he states.
Michael looks at him in anger, "Yeah, I know, and I'm just another Bellerophon", he grits his teeth in anger.
"That's not what I meant", he says.
"Well, it's their fault that my brother and sister are dead", he shouts.
"Who's", he asks
"The Olympians, we didn't do anything to them", he yells out
Chiron wheels his way towards Michael, "You shouldn't say that about the Olympians, Michael, they are old beings, and they couldn't do anything during WWII. I assure you that the people responsible have been punished", he tries to soothe him, but it didn't work.
"They have nothing to do with WWII; they started WWII. And, I don't want revenge. I don't want the power; I just want to be with my family. Is that so hard to grant" I whisper.
Sayers looks at him, "Hey, man, I know you're in the wrong century and all but look what you got in front of you, friends, a family, and a new home, he states.
Meanwhile
Sage peaks into the room to see Chiron speaking with Michael, Sayers, and Karl. She finally finds the guy she is looking for, Mr. D. He sits carelessly at the round table drinking his diet coke and staring at his cards. She breathes a small sigh of relief and walks cautiously to the attic. The dusty wooden stairs creak as Sage walks up them. The air is thin, and the smell of damp wood fills the room. She makes her way towards the small gallery of trinkets from quests. There were pictures of demigods, and all sorts of common tools and weapons. Sage comes across a glass bulb with a card hanging on its side with the words, Thomas Edison; I knew you'd make me proud.
Sage starts to get irritated; she can't find any items that represent lust, wrath, or justice. There are too many swords, balances, and heart shaped tea cups to sort them out. The moment she turns to call it quits, something falls on the ground. She quickly turns to see what it is and finds an ancient wooden box. Sage walks over to the box and opens in with a paperclip. And behold there it was, the items she is looking for; she felt the power surround the room. She pulls out her cotton gloves and picks up the items one by one. She didn't have the time to check them out, because she heard distant footsteps. She stuffs the items in her purple "fanta" logo bag and puts the box back on the shelf.
At that Moment
Karl needs to break the tension, "Well, are we done now", he shouts with a mouth full of skittles.
It automatically stops smelling like rain and ozone. Chiron looks over at the fire, it didn't look so angry. He looks up at the ceiling again, but there was nothing.
Sage quickly closes the attic door and walks back over to the room. She peaks inside to see everyone back where they are and deep conversation. She turns to make her way back to the dining pavilion, only to bump head first into Mr. D's chest. She quickly backs away and looks at him.
"What are you doing here, Ally", Mr. D asks with a frown.
"I'm waiting to speak with Chiron, Sir", Sage replies urgently.
Mr. D looks like he doesn't buy it, but never the less accepts her lie for the fourth time, "Of course", Mr. D states with a grin. "Come on in, then".
Sage is about to decline until- "Perfect, it's the Maury show", Mr. D states behind the three demigods.
They turn to see Mr. D, as he is about to drink Merlot, but he turns it into diet coke. He takes huge sip, and looks over at Sage,
"You want something", he asks with a sly look.
"No, I'm fine", she quickly replies as she sits down
She tries hard not to roll her eyes when she sees a jumbo slush-O appear right next to her, "Oh perfect…er-thanks, Mr. Dre", she replies, as she starts to sip through the straw.
Chiron smiles to himself as looks between Mr. D and Sage, and finally continues his "Don't go hating on the Olympians" speech,
"What I am trying to tell you is that it is important to respect your divine parent", he states
Sage continue to sip her slush-O, and look at the fire as if it were a TV,
"So, you're a centaur, how's life treating you", she asks.
Chiron gives her an annoyed look, and sighed.
"Yes, Sage, I am a centaur and life's been great" he replied
"Cool" she states.
Sayers, Michael, and Karl begin to laugh uncontrollably.
"Well, off with you, head to the camp fire", Chiron orders with importance.
Nighttime in Greek Island
A goddess sits on her throne in her flowing sheer red gown. The gown shows a little too much cleavage, so she obviously is trying to get someone's attention. She holds her crystal peacock fan in one hand, and the other hand holds the hand of a mysterious figure. She touches the man's chest, "Sir, I must ask something of you", she says with a hint of romance.
The mysterious figure is cloaked; you can only see his face, nothing more. His hands were covered in burns, and open sores. His voice sounded raspy, and unearthly.
As the man gets on his knees, he groans in pain and kisses her hands, "Of course, my love, anything", he replies with ambition.
"The bastard, Mike or something, anyway, I would like you to send your monsters after him. I want him destroyed, gone, and no trace. I want no tricks, my love", the goddess asks while batting her eye lids.
"My love, would you like me to kill the girl as well; her finding out the truth will be dangerous", he asks
"Oh goodness no, she is merely a device that can destroy her father, and she still has purpose, but get rid of the boy", the woman replies earnestly.
"But—", he is broken off by her pleas.
"Really, my love, he needs to die, if he lives any longer, he'll make me fade. Please, kill him; I cannot wait around as he plans to destroy my son, my only family. Please, my love", she begs him.
The mysterious man bows to her, "Yes, my love, I'll destroy him, anyway you want me to and if the girl goes against you, she will suffer her last breathe", he replies as he strokes her cheek.
The goddess turns the man towards her, and kisses him, "I love you so much", she says.
The man kisses her back with so much passion, "May I", he asks.
She smirks and begins to take the man's cloak off. She finally had her way, Michael was going to die in the most brutal way, she could think off. She allowed the man to have his arms roam over her body, "Wait, until the job is done, you may take me, but for now just touches" she whispers as she kisses him.