So, it's been a while since I updated this, but I wanted to make this chapter perfect. Y'all deserve that. Now, since I am not Greek or French, my translations mostly depended on Google Translate. Please bare with me on them. I think the French translations are better than the Greek because I am a French II student, and I tried to keep the sentences simple. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter.
Sirius stepped out of the muggle shop with new clothes in his bags. He felt far more comfortable now that he was in real clothes and not his pajamas. The muggle outfit consisted of tight fitting black skinny jeans with silver chains hanging from them, a Black Sabbath tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. A pair of leather muggle flip flops were all Sirius wore to protect his feet. He had never liked shoes.
Sirius tightened his grip on his bags before heading down the street to the nearest train station. He would need to catch the Chunnel to France if he had any hope of reaching Greece in the near future. Having no desire to take a plane from England, the Chunnel connecting Great Britain to mainland Europe was his only option.
The car was packed, and Sirius hunched his shoulders, trying to avoid touching anyone. To his left was a young, skinny woman with a surprisingly small amount of clothes on. Sirius could see her bra through her crop top and most of her midriff was exposed. On his other side, a middle aged man that was extremely overweight was filling up about two and a half seats.
The fat man scooted over farther into Sirius' seat, and Sirius shifted over to avoid being touched. He ended up falling into the woman's lap. Her cherry colored lips stretched over her white teeth in a wide smile, and her perfectly manicured nail stroked through Sirius' wavy hair.
"Hello, sweetie," the woman simpered. "There something I can help you with?" She pushed her chest out as far as she could. Sirius' eyes widened, and he straightened up quickly.
"I'm only thirteen," he gulped. The woman smiled gleefully.
"I'm sure I can show you a good time, dear." The woman leaned up against Sirius just as the train screeched to a hault.
"Bye," Sirius shouted loudly. The people in the car all turned to look at him as he rushed off the train into the French town of Lille. Sirius went up to a ticket booth. "Où est l'aéroport, Monsieur?(Where's the airport, sir?)" he asked the man behind the desk.
"Vous prenez à gauche lorsque vous quittez la station, et allez deux blocs. L'aéroport se trouve à votre droite(Turn left when you leave the station and go two blocks. The airport is on your right)," the man behind the desk smiled.
"Merci, Monsieur(Thank you, sir)," Sirius grinned in reply, the French easily leaving his mouth. He was glad his "parents" had made him study it when he was younger. Sirius turned on his heel and left the station. He turned left, and went two blocks down the road, following the man's instructions. True to his word, the entrance to the airport was there.
Sirius stepped inside and walked up to a ticket machine. Appuyez ici pour commencer, he read off a button a the screen. He tapped the button and began scrolling through the airports. Lufthansa, Gréce. 633€.
"That's the closest I'll get to Mount Olympus," Sirius muttered under his breath. He tapped the airport name. A list of flights appeared on the screen. At the top was one listed for that day in two hours. Sirius smiled to himself and bought the ticket, using the Gringotts credit card the goblins had given him before he left the bank.
Sirius relaxed once the flight took off. So far, his journey had been smooth and flawless. He could only hope it would continue that way. "Bonjour(Hello)," the dark skinned man sitting next to him greeted.
"Bonjour, Monsieur(Hello, sir)," Sirius replied calmly. The aura this man let out soothed Sirius' own. "Oú allez-vous?" He could use the company to distract him from the three and a half hour flight to Greece.
"Je suis visite la famille, et vous?(I'm visiting my family. You?)" the man said in kind. He smiled, his white teeth standing out against his chocolate skin.
"Je cherche mon pére(I'm looking for my father.)," Sirius said sadly. He would never see this man again, it's not like it mattered what he told him.
"Bonne chance, Sirius(Good luck, Sirius)," the man muttered under his breath. Sirius looked up in shock. He had never told the man his name, but when he looked up, the man was gone. Sirius shook his head and leant against the window. He closed his eyes and fell asleep to the nightmare dreams he was so often subjected too.
Sirius stared around the large bright room. A young girl lay on the white bed in the center of the room. He slowly walked over to stand beside the girl. Her hazel eyes were bleary from sleep, but they lit up when they saw Sirius.
"Are you my angel?" the girl asked excitedly. Her pale hand reached out to grab onto Sirius'. "Is it my turn to go to heaven?" Sirius frowned slightly and ran his finger through the girl''s short, straw-like blonde hair.
"What's your name, darling?" Sirius asked her. "Mine is Sirius."
"My name is Charlotte," the girl said. She began to cough. "Are you my angel, Sirius?"
"Yes, Charlotte," Sirius answered. "I'm your angel. Can you tell me what happened to you?" He sat down in the chair besides Charlotte's bed. The young girl couldn't have been much older than five years old. She looked so frail and tiny, and her bones were showing through her skin.
"Mommy and Daddy did it," Charlotte whispered fiercely. "You're not going to bring them here are you? The police lady said I never got to see them again." Charlotte was visibly quivering, and Sirius pulled her frail body into his arms.
"I won't let them hurt you," Sirius promised. He rubbed Charlotte's back to soothe her and relaxed when he felt her fall asleep. Gently, he set her back on the bed.
"It's sad, isn't it," a man asked from behind Sirius. The man rested his hand on Sirius' shoulder. "Watching one so young waste away."
"It was you," Sirius whispered. His grip on Charlotte's hand tightened. "On the plane."
"Yes, my son," Thanatos said. "It was me." With a snap of his fingers, a chair appeared next to Sirius. Thanatos sat down next to his son. "It is Charlotte's turn, Sirius."
"You're going to kill her, Father?" Sirius asked, aghast. He looked at his father in horror.
"It is her time, Sirius," Thanatos said softly. "She is in pain. It is time to say good bye." He rested his hand on Charlotte's forehead and closed his eyes. A dark shadow fell over her body before disappearing. Sirius checked Charlotte's pulse only to find none. "She was too young," Thanatos sighed. "There was not enough time. The judges are harsh, and will send her to Asphodel."
"That's not fair," Sirius complained. "It's not her fault her parents were assholes!"
"Not much in this world is fair," Thanatos replied. "Just like the life the fates have chosen for you." Thanatos snapped his fingers again, and the hospital bed disappeared. "You have been tasked with a hard job, and for that my son I am sorry." Thanatos looked around the white room. "You must leave now. The plane is landing. Go to the base of Olympus. A satyr will meet you there. He will bring you to the camp." Shadows began condensing around Thanatos.
"Wait, Father!" Sirius shouted. The darkness began to cling to him.
Sirius' eyes snapped open. He stood up as he realised everyone was standing up and grabbed his two bags from the overhead apartment. He followed the few people in front of him off the plane. Looking around, Sirius smiled when he realized he was away from his mother and stepfather. He walked quickly towards the exit into the fresh air.
There was a bus station just outside the plane station, and Sirius got in line to buy a ticket. He looked up at the board and was shocked when the letters rearranged themselves so he could understand. Αθήνα became Athens, Ολυμπία became Olympia, and Όλυμπο became Mount Olympus.
Sirius stepped up to the front desk, smiling charmingly at the young girl behind the desk. She smiled lightly back at him. "Γεια σας! Πώς μπορώ να σας βοηθήσω?" Hello! How may I help you? Sirius relaxed as he realized the words were translating themselves into his mind.
"Ένα εισιτήριο για τον Όλυμπο, παρακαλούμε." One ticket to Mount Olympus, please. Sirius reached into his bag for his wallet.
"Δέκα ευρώ," 10 Euros, the girl said, typing information into her keyboard and printing a ticket out for Sirius. Sirius pulled the money out of his wallet and handed it to the girl. She gave him a friendly wave and took the money from him. Sirius grabbed his ticket and made his way out to the buses, intent on just sitting on the bus and relaxing until it left.
The bus ride to Mount Olympus was shorter than Sirius thought it would be. There was hardly any traffic on the roads of Greece. It was so different than what he had seen of the muggle roads in London.
The bus had pulled up pretty much right at the base of the mountain. Sirius picked up his bags and made his way to the edge of the sidewalk. A elder man leaning on a baseball bat was standing there, as though he was waiting for someone.
"You Sirius Black?" the man asked in perfect English. Sirius nodded his head, shocked to meet someone who spoke English in the middle of Greece. "Don't look so shocked, Cupcake," the man grinned. "Chiron sent me to come pick you up. The name's Gleeson Hedge."
"You're the satyr," was all Sirius could think to say. Gleeson raised an eyebrow at him.
"Did ya expect me to run around with only my fur covering me?"