History
The ghouls were sitting in the front row of seats in the history classroom. Deuce was sitting at the end of the row, closest to the door and on his left sat Viperine, Cleo next to her.
The day after his nightmare, he still had his hands wrapped in bandages but not quite as heavily.
"...and so, we will now be learning about Poseidon." The teacher droned on.
Deuce flinched, and his snakes briefly hissed, at the mention of Poseidon. Cleo noticed and arched one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows at Viperine in question.
What's with him?
Viperine shook her head in replie whilst also paying attention to her younger cousin and the teacher who was talking about Poseidon and Amphitrite's daughter Kymopoleia, the goddess of violent sea storms.
He made me promise not to tell.
Well?
"And now we will learn the history of Pegasus and Chrysayor, twin sons of Poseidon."
At the mention of his brothers, the colour drained from Deuce's face, knowing and fearing where this was going.
"It started in Argos, and the people called themselves the Argives,"
The teacher was interrupted by Heath, shouting," probably because calling themselves the Argosites would have made them sound like a kind of bacteria!"
The teacher sighed then continued. "The King of the Argives at this time was named Acrisius. Acrisius had a beautiful daughter named Danaë, however he wanted a son. When his wife died, he began getting nervous. If he died without a son, his younger brother, Proteus, would take over, and the two hated each other.
In his desperation, he went and visited the Oracle of Delphi and asked, 'o Oracle! Why can't I have a son?' and the Oracle, who usually spoke in riddles, answered plainly,'you will never have sons. Your daughter Danaë will, however, and that boy shall kill you and become the next king of Argos. Thank you for your offering. Have a nice day.'
Stunned and angry, Acrisius returned home," the teacher went on about how Acrisius locked Danaë in a tower with only one tiny grate but still managed to have a child. The child was Perseus, bla,bla,bla.
Deuce wasn't really listening anyway. He already knew the story by heart. And he was super delighted to hear what came next. Not.
"And so, the king and Perseus had an unbreakable vow. The king called, his voice filling the room,"I want you to bring me the head of -" the bell rang out, cutting short the teacher. He sighed. "You will have homework next week. Tomorrow we will be focusing on Hera. Class dismissed,"
Saved by the bell, he thought. He quickly grabbed his things and dashed out of the classroom, sprinting to his locker. He stuffed his things inside his locker and quickly took a peek under the bandages.
But he didn't notice Cleo standing behind him...