GODS HOUSE OF HADES I CAN NOT WAIT ANY LONGER.
I don't know why, but it was only two weeks ago that it actually hit me... oh, gods, the house of hades is coming. After that everything around me has felt unreal, like I'm living in a different reality space until the book comes out. I can't stop thinking about it!
UGH!
Disclaimer: I do not own HoO
Starring Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang
"You know, Frank," said Hazel, resting her head against his arm as they walked through the leaves, "Canada is pretty."
This time they had come in October, since Hazel couldn't stand the cold of winter of from their last trip. Frank had taken her to the forests of British Colombia to show her the yellow, red, orange, and brown trees.
"Wouldn't it be cool if you could turn into a moose?" Hazel wondered aloud. "I could ride your back and we could frolic through the colourful wilderness."
"I'd actually prefer not," Frank told her. "It's open season."
"Yeah, I guess so. Although we're both wearing brown, the colour of the moose."
"Actually, in winter, their fur turns gray."
"How do you know that?"
"I googled it."
"Oh."
Pause.
"What's the plural of 'moose' anyway?"
"Moose."
"Are you sure, Frank? Let's see… One moose. Two meese. 'Mooses'? 'Meeses'?"
"Just moose, Hazel."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Although I still think it's 'meese'."
Snap.
They froze. "Moose or monster?" Hazel asked in a low voice.
"I'd like to think the first one, even though it's probably the second," her boyfriend replied, reaching for his back-pocket demigod weapon.
Something loud rang out, startling Hazel. She stifled a scream.
But Frank visibly relaxed. "Hunting season," he said as if it answered everything.
Hazel sighed and scanned the horizon. Two teenage guys, each with a hunting rifle trained at them. She was so relieved that she and Frank didn't have to fight a monster that day she got mad.
She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Yo, idiots! Stop shooting, we're people!"
The boys seemed confused at first at the talking moose, then seemed to realize their mistake. "Oh, God," they cursed as they stumbled over to apologize. Hazel stood there haughtily, pretending to be flustered, while Frank stood beside her and wondering what she was going to do.
"Sorry," said one of them apologetically. "We thought you guys were moose because of your coats."
"Moose," Hazel muttered. "How ironic."
"And notice how he said 'moose' and not 'meese'," Frank just had to add.
"Anyway, you should be more careful," she continued to scold the other boys as if Frank hadn't said anything. "You could have killed us, and even if we were MEESE… you shouldn't have hunted us anyway."
The boys looked at each other in misunderstanding. "Why not?" one of them asked. "These are legal hunting guns, and it's open season. We can shoot any moose we want… in this area."
"Yes, but do you need to hunt?" Hazel continued. Frank sighed, knowing this could take a while.
The guy frowned. "I guess not," he said.
"Is your family dying of starvation? Are you in desperate need of meat?"
"Not really…" said the second guy, confused.
"Then you should not be out hunting," Hazel told them. "This is a sacred place where animals have families and grow up and live. This is their home. And unless you have a real good reason for it, you should not be out here killing them for pleasure!"
"Yeah… but you should be more careful as well? This is open season, where things are killed for being out in the forest."
Hazel clung onto Frank's arm. "My boyfriend was showing me around Canada," she said.
The first boy nodded. "That's nice," he said. "You keep doing that." Then he and his friend marched off in the other direction, muttering about hunting and the plural of 'moose'.
"You know, now I'm really glad you didn't turn into a moose," Hazel told Frank as they walked off in their own direction.
He nodded. "I am too."
Remember when I said Thalia only had one more chapter? Guess not, since this was the one.
Review, please.
(And yes I know the title is wrong. I have a limited amount of characters for that thing, you know.)