So new chapter. Yeah. Part one of Mangus. Yeah, again.
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Kara: Why do I have to do it.
Me: Because, I have missed it so many of these things. I need a powerful being to do this for me.
Kara: Fine, Kara Godeleus doesn't not only anything except me and some of the plot. Do you use my name to write with?
Me: There is not time. Annabeth is in trouble.
Kara: We will talk later.
"Annabeth, come on, you don't want to be late meeting your cousin," I yelled up the stairs, Frederick looked in my direction, he doesn't know I'm here.
"I need help, I can't fit everything in my bag," I heard Frederick sigh, why was he sighing, he never helped her.
"I'm coming," I slung my backpack over my shoulder and started walking up to the second floor.
"Can you open the door, Annabeth," I said as I rammed my shoulder against the door for the third time.
"No, will you come through the window," I raised my eyebrow, she usually didn't like me coming through window.
"What is going on in here," I said as I squeezed through the window of her bedroom.
"I can't decide which books to take to show Mangus and which ones to take and read in the car," she sat in a fortress of books, tossing books at different areas of the room.
"Why don't you just show him the books you are going to read in the car," she looked up at with a horrified look, oh I forgot their love of books.
"HOW COULD YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT MY BOOKS," I cover my ears, I could not stand anything high pitched.
"What have I said about yelling, Annabeth," I glared at and she shrunk away from me.
"If it is not angry, scared, or in warning, then no yelling because it can angry people and emotions dangerous things to show, Annie," she recited with a bored expression, I had told that story with that warning many times.
"Okay, so what books are you taking with you to Boston, I will let you put up to ten books in my bag," I sat down on her bed and undid the strap.
"Ten books can fit in there with everything you have in there," she looked at me skeptically, while I just smile at her.
"Sure it can," she walked over to my bag and peered into it, and reached her hand in it.
"Why do you have this in your bag," she pulled out a ninja star and a spearhead.
"Monsters," I replied simply, taking them from her hands and placed them back in my bag.
"Monster are scary, but so are you sometimes," she said smiling at me, so innocent.
"But I'm a friendly monster here to help you, but I am probably the only friendly monster you will ever meet in your life," I said picking her and spinning her around.
"Annabeth, hurry up or I will leave you here alone," Frederick interrupted my teaching moment.
"No, daddy don't leave me, I want to see Boston and Mangus," she replied laughing at him, not knowing he meant it.
"Come on, let us choose your books and stop staring at my weapons," I said setting her on the ground.
She ran around her fort of books picking some up and putting others in their place, to keep it from falling to the ground, even now she knew architecture.
"Here, I want to take these eight books," she lifted six large books and two thin books into my hands.
"Okay," I said sliding them into my bag, but was stopped by a small hand.
"I want to do it on the thin books," she took the top two books off the stack and held them.
I finished sliding the thick books and looked for her to stick the thin ones in. She careful stuck them in my bag, probably thinking it would explode if too much stuff was place in it. She removed her hands and looked in the bag, marveling at the objects in.
"How," she looked at me questionably, the gears in her head trying to turn, but a part was missing.
"Magic, now come on, get your coat on and let us get going," I grabbed her coat from the bed post and handed it to her.
"I hope Mangus like Greek mythology like me," she shrugged on her coat, grabbed her little owl suitcase, that she insisted she had for the trip, and ran out the door.
"Well, he is a Norse-born so he will like mythology, maybe just not yours," I whispers as the books lifted in the air and went back to their original positions.
"Kara, aren't you going to ride with us to Boston," Annabeth looked at me with pleading eyes, as I buckled her into her carseat.
"No, Annabeth, I have to go check on somethings, but I promise you I will meet you there," I slid my bag of my shoulders and set it next her," Now is my bag, your books are here, there is some medicine in here if you start feeling sick, but only take one, and if you finish all your books, there are some other things to keep you company, ok."
"Yes, Kara," she looked a little upset about me, not riding with her.
"Ok, I have to go now, I'll see you there," I turned to close the door but felt her grab my hand.
"Wait, you are not wearing a coat, where is your coat," I smiled at her, my body temperature was hotter than hers and the leather jacket, I wore, could become fleece-lined if I want it to.
"I am wearing a jacket, see," I flicked the coat, making the fleece come out, and showed the inside of it to her.
"Fine, but take my hat, just to keep your ears warm okay, Kara," she placed her little owl togan in my hand.
"Okay, Annabeth, I will, now be safe and don't annoy Frederick," I said shutting the car door and pulling the hair on over my braided black hair.
Frederick walked out with his suitcase, grumbling about having to visit his brother and sister. I agreed with him on Randolph, since he noticed to much about a world he shouldn't have seen, but his sister was strange, in a good way, for a mother of a demigod.
He shoved his suitcase in the trunk of his car, got in the drive side of the car, and started it up. Snow started to fall as they drove away from the house, and onto the highway.
I walked back into the house and sat down on the floor of the living room. Closing my eyes, I slowed my breathing, concentrating on summoning my master or at least getting her to hear me.
"What do you want, my child," her voice rang in my ears starling me to my feet.
"Hi mom," I said looking at the woman before me, she hadn't changed at all. Her long black hair flowed like a river down her back, galaxies swirled and faded in her almond-shaped eyes. Her tall, tan lithe body stood poised as if she was in a meeting before I summoned her.
"I was talking with your father, when you called me," I was partically right about what she was doing before she came.
"Norse boy meeting my Greek girl, what will come of this, should I stop it or not," I stated plainly as I sat down on Frederick's white leather couch.
"Your Athenian child must meet and form a bond with this Frey boy, they will need each other in the wars they fight," her tone was calm and knowing just as it always had been.
"Okay, thanks mom, that is all I need from you, you can go talk to dad, again," I said, getting up to hug her goodbye.
"No, I have answer one of your questions, now answer one of mine," her face hid a smile that threatened to break from its prison and show itself on her lips.
"Please, no personal questions, mother," I pleaded with her, but as always.
"You and that daughter of Atlas, turned hunter of Artemis, how is your relationship with her," the smile was free as she sat down in my place on the couch.
"Mom, we are fine, friends and that is all we will ever be now, okay," I said, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"Oh, but Kara, she made you happy and even I had never seen you so happy before in your existence, I just want what is best for you and what makes you happy," she said, pulling me into her a hug and kissed the top of my head.
"I get that, mom, but I have built our relationship back to friendship, brick, cast into Tartarus, by brick," I said, looking at her in the eyes.
"I know, but," my mother stood up abruptly, almost throwing me off the couch in the process, "Oh no, Erebus is trying to kill another solar system, I have to go," she kissed me goodbye and flashed out.
"Thanks you Erebus, for getting mom to leave," I whisper to myself.
I started to walk towards the front door when I heard a knock on the back door in the kitchen. I stood very still, trying to pick up a sound of danger, but the pounding on the door was block out any other sound. My forearm shimmered as my crystal tried to become to real, I let it come into existence, wanting a weapon with me in case it was a monster.
"Please don't be a monster, I don't need to be bleeding when Annabeth sees me again, and for that matter I don't want to be late for her," I said as it became my trusty sword and I entered the kitchen.
"Well, thee will have thou know it will not be thou's blood on thou if any blood gets on thou," I heard a voice say behind the door, what was Zoe doing here.
"Do you mind answering a question, before this door opens," I said pressing my ear against the door, to hear the noise outside.
"Thou should know thee well enough to know thee's voice," her tone was not playful, and we both know cyclopes could mimic us, very well.
"Cyclopes can mimic us, Zoe," this is where the blade would either go through the door or the snow would start to fall into the kitchen.
"No one can mimic thou's horrible singing voice or thee's angelic singing voice," that was Zoe, but just a safe lock, I wanted for the lyric to come.
If you want to keep me, then you better treat me like a damn princess make that an empress. I felt her power in her words, lulling me into a calm mood, that was Zoe, alright.
I opened the down, letting snow blow in the kitchen. There stood Zoe, her face was pale and worried, but she still looked like a goddess, which was funny since she was a goddess. The snow seemed to swirl around her, making me focus on her more than normal.
Her circlet was upside down as if she had hurried to put it on, her hair under it was messy and had sticks, mud, and snow. Her silver hunting jacket was scratched up her arms as if the beast had gone for her weapons. Her black shirt was new, Huntress of Artemis since 346 A.Z. Don't mess with me unless you want an arrow in you leg or horns sprouting from your head. It was torn at a certain spot, I followed it will my eyes, until I was stopped by her tan, no pale hand.
"What happened to you," I said, pulling inside the house, so the cold wouldn't worsen the injury.
"Hold on closing the door, will thou allow thee and her hunters sanctuary," her tone was, now painful, I realized.
"Or do you need extra push to let me and my hunters in your house, Kara," Auburn hair popped up behind Zoe, brown almost black hair.
"No, I don't Artemis, you can come into Annabeth's house," I said backing out of the way so she could come in.
"So this is not your house, no wonder only Zoe knew you were here," her moonlight colored eyes shone the realization, but I wasn't paying much attention to her, what was wrong with Zoe.
"What happened Nightshade, please let me see the injury," I said, taking a tentative step towards her.
"We were attacked by the minotaur, snake-women, and venomous-clawed hellhounds," Artemis had already made herself at home the kitchen counter, hunters came in laying down wounded in the living down and raced out into the winter wind, again.
"Bit, scratched, or stabbed by horns," I said, moving my hand over hers, hoping she would let me see the wound.
"I got off better than most of the hunters, but clawed by the snake-women on the arms and clawed by the hellhounds on my stomach," she removed her hand, showing a bright green liquid on her hand and three dark green wounds.
"She will be fine, the other hunters are worse than her, she is a strong maiden s…," I felt anger overtake me.
"That means nothing, Artemis, even the strong can die just as easily as the weak, you take care of the others and I will take care of Zoe's injury," I growled trying to keep my anger in check, but failing at it miserably.
"Kara, she is my huntress I know how she is doing fine," Artemis had gotten down off the counter and was now in my face.
"Do you see the little blood flowing from her left eye, showing the poison is near her brain, or the little paleness on her arms, the snake-women she fought must have a poison or acid on their claws, do you see the little gleam of her eye that should she is frightened of death, but will not tell you because she cares more about you liking her than her health," fire was flicking around my body the anger was growing in my body, I needed to release it outside.
"I did not," her tone was scared, knowing my anger was close to a point where most of her hunters would die.
"Good, now Zoe go upstair and enter the door with rainbow owls on it and lay down, I'll be there in a few minutes," I started to turn and go out the door, but a delicate hand caught mine.
"Kara, calm down please, thee sing thou a song if thou come will thee," she made me turn around, I knew my eyes were blood red but she wasn't afraid, that cooled my anger enough for the fire to stop.
"Zoe, you are in no condition, conserve your energy and don't waste it on me," I said leading her upstairs, but it was more like she was pushing me up stairs.
I pushed open Annabeth's door, thanking myself for already putting the books away. I lead Zoe over to Annabeth's little bed, hoping it would be good enough to get the poison out and give Zoe somewhere to sleep. I help Zoe lay down on it, seeing more blood start to flow from her left eye, I have to hurry up and start this.
I walked over to the rug in the middle of the room, and lifted it up, exposing the lifted board of the floor. I gripped it and pulled it loose of the floor, dust flew up and causing me to cough and sneeze. A wooden box in the middle of it was φάρμακο scrawled sloppy in knife. I carefully lifted it out of the hole, making sure to keep my hands from shaking. I also grabbed a leather pouch out of the hole and kicked the board over the hole.
"It is been a while since thee have seen thou that angry with Lady Artemis," Zoe's voice was weak, but it still had a hint of strenght, she made not have made it if I hadn't said something.
"You need to put you health above your lady, I get you serve her but really Zoe," tears stun my eyes, I could not lose her. War was not here yet, it was coming but not yet.
"Thou's eyes were very red down there, but they are now blue and red fighting each other, don't worry about thee," she waved a clawed arm at me, as I opened the pouch.
"That is all," I took a deep breath, trying to keep the tears in my eyes," That is all I ever do Zoe, is worry about you," I removed a slender glass bottle, with a moon cork, from the bag," Are you safe, are you happy, are you missing me, and I know that is selfish but I miss you," I placed the bottle in her hands, and then led them to her mouth.
I walked back over to the box and pressed on the word, and feeling it click under my pressure.
The side of the box expanded, showing shelves containing different vials of different colors and lumosities.
The top then popped out, creating a stair case containing, empty vials, herbs, and medical tools.
The front of the box pushed against my leg, showing different vials of blood, most sparkly orange and red with a silver tint.
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole, the old familar sting
Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything
"Zoe, do not sing, conserve your energy," I said pulling out a sryigene, three vials of blood, an empty bottle, Manna flowers, Asphodel tubers, and a mortar and pestle.
"But it is thou's favorite sad song, and is thou not sad," her volcanic eyes were starting to turn green, my gods what is that stuff.
"I am sad, but that does not matter, did you drink the moon tears and nectar mixture," I poured some red, silver blood into the empty bottle and tossed the Manna flowers with the Asphodel tubers in the mortar.
"Yes, my love," I stopped and looked at her, she was giggling her eyes a pale green with black spots.
"Zoe, we do not date anymore, you have not referred to me as your love, in thousands of years," I waved my hand causing the pestle to start grinding the herbs and then went back to pouring orange, sparkly blood into the red, silver mixture.
"That does not mean thee doesn't still love thou," her giggle was cute, but it was starting to alarm me, this was not a time to laugh.
The mortar bumped me, signalling it was done grinding the herb mixture. I let it pour itself into the half full bottle, making the mixture turn a light blue. I lifted the bottle, freezing the top of it with ice so I could shake it.
The mixture's color turn a silver, liquid moonlight, good that was what I wanted. I heated the bottle making the ice cork melt in a ring around it.
"Drink," I held the bottle to her feverish lips, what was this poison and hopeful my medicine, would fix it.
"Not yet, thee wants a kiss from thou," her eyes were darkening, light was fading she was dying.
"Drink and then a kiss from me," I pushed it against her lips, hoping the coldness of it would tempt her to drink it.
"I want a good kiss, then," she tipped it so it poured into her mouth, not a drop missed it.
Her temperature instantly dropped to normal and her eyes went back to volcanic black. I looked at her arms, healed, my eyes traveled down to her stomach.
The two of the scratches disappeared, the third remained pooling out the poison out of its wound. I took the empty bottle from Zoe's hand and put it under the wound, the poison seemed to move towards the mouth of the bottle.
My face was grabbed roughly and put down. I tried to fight, but lips were quickly pressed against mine, and I relaxed knowing who it was. Her legs swung around mine, causing me fall into her as her hands moved from my face to around my body, holding me.
"Thee still loves thou,"she said breaking our kiss, and then she rubbed my back cause my wings to jutt out without my premisson.
"Why tell me now, this isn't you," I said trying to pull away from her, she smiled and brushed my cheek with her hand.
"Thee forgot to tell thou about Eros being there, this was all the trick of the love god just for thou," she scratched my chin making me purr, why do the love gods meddle.
"The monsters, was that a trick," I said, rolling over next her, already giving up, the love gods had done this a thousand times, it was better to just let it happen.
"No, he had special order them, but he said it was worth," she smiled seducly and snuggled into my arms, I did miss this, but not enough.
"So, Artemis has nothing to do with this and that was love poisoning wasn't it," her head peeked over my arm, she looked like a little child, and frowned giving my puppy dog eyes, now she just looked like Annabeth.
"No and yes, he would never put thee in danger, do thou hate thee," she pressed closer to me as if trying to get into my warmth.
"No, as I said before I love never stopped, but I don't like this you," I sat up," It sickening me that the love gods use their powers on our lives, when they could be making mortals happy, why me why is my life so important to them, my own life is important to me."
"Never say that, Kara, thou have an empire on thou's shoulders, never think nor say that again," that was my Zoe, not a love god Zoe.
I felt toned arms wrap around my waist, I looked down to see eyes burning with angry, sadness, and a bit of happiness.
"Get some rest, I need to leave for Boston," I pushed off the bed and she let do of my waist.
"No, thou has denied this for as long as thee as known thou, it is time to tell," she glared at me.
I turned to look at her, my right hand reaching into my pocket. Her face darken, knowing what was going to happen.
"Don't thou do it," she growled at me summoning her bow, but the dust was already in my hand.
I threw the sleep sand into her general area, she yawned an angry and promptly fell back onto the bed and started softly snoring.
I pulled a blanket over her body, and laying a note on the bedside table, I had been keeping it for her. Now seemed like the time.
My wings were still there, I walked over and open the window.
"Goodbye, my star huntress," as I flew off towards Boston.
So, that is done. Please read and review. Criticism wanted and flames accepted.
Godeleus out.
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