Chapter 8: Answers
Alejandro POV
Alejandro watched as Rorik walked off toward the Med Tent carrying a plate of pancakes. "He really cares about her" he thought to himself. Since Rorik had arrived, the three of them had become close friends. But Alejandro had seen right through Rorik since they had all run to lunch on Rorik's first day. He liked her. It was a little strange. Alejandro had known Erin since he had arrived at camp himself when he was 8. And being a year younger than her (and Rorik) she had become an older sister to him. So seeing his best friend head over heals for his "older sister" was a little odd but he had learned to live with it.
Rorik POV
Rorik lifted Erin into his arms as requested. He was careful to hold in a way that wouldn't hurt her. With her securely in his arms, they left for the pavilion, still hoping to get some breakfast.
"So you're really feeling better ?" asked Rorik, still concerned that she hadn't healed fully.
"Yeah. They gave me some more ambrosia and I was fine."
"What does ambrosia taste like to you ?" he asked.
"Like the S'mores my mom and I used to make over the bonfires in our backyard." Erin said. Good and bad memories sliding across her face. She rested her head on Rorik's arm unintentionally causing him to feel like his heart had missed a beat. Being close to him always made her feel better." What does it taste like to you ?"
Though Rorik had only had ambrosia once, he remembered the taste perfectly.
"Sweet rolls. My mom and I would make sweet rolls every sunday for breakfast". Rorik said. He to remembering past joys and tragedies.
Now they neared the pavilion. 20ft away from the large, open air pavilion Rorik stopped and set the blond down. Although neither wanted to separate, they had both agreed that if they walked in, Erin in Rorik's arms, they would never hear the end of it. Especially from Ava, Alejandro and the Aphrodite cabin. As Rorik set her down, he heard the pounding of hooves
"Hello. I'm sorry to separate you but I must insist that Rorik comes with me to the Big House. I would explain what is so urgent here, but I do not feel at liberty to speak of this to anyone but Rorik. I'm sorry Erin." Chiron said. " I trust that you have already eaten ?"
"Yeah, I ate earlier. Lets go." Rorik said, deeply curious about the secrecy and urgency that the old centaur spoke with.
Once they arrived in the study of the Big House, Chiron changed into his wheelchair and rolled over to the bookshelf built into the wall. From the shelf he pulled a large, leather bound book with a faded green cover. The cover was plain except for a light brown patch in the center. Upon the patch was the same dragon symbol that had appeared over Rorik's head 4 months ago.
"Whoa…." Rorik said. More than a little taken aback.
"Yes. 'Whoa' indeed What you are looking at is 'The Analects of Talos' "
"How does it relate to me ?" Rorik asked.
"Let me explain. Skyrim is a cold, snowy, northern land. Though thanks to the Mist, the mortal population views Skyrim as Greenland. Aside from that, Skyrim is home to the Nords. A large, hardy race of man who worship Arkay, Dibella, Julianos, Kynareth, Mara, Stendarr, Talos and Zenithar. With Akatosh , the Nordic god of Time, as their chief deity."
"So you think I'm a Nord ?"
"Certainly not. Though you may be large in a muscular sense, even you pale in comparison to the size of the Nords. Most Nords stand a good 7 to 8 feet tall and weigh nearly 300lbs. But I do believe that you are a child of Akatosh. Your unfortunate encounter with the hellhounds only supports my suspicions"
"What ? When I blew away that hellhound ? I don't know what that was."
"What that was, was a shout. A shout is a ….. for lack of better word, magical form of speaking. Like Aphrodite's charm speak except more versatile. Shouts occur when a child of Akatosh speaks in Dragon-tongue. Different phrases have different effects."
" That's great ! Are there any other children of Akatosh ?"
"No. That is why this whole situation, you included, is odd. You see, there has not been a child of Akatosh since the year 201 in the 4th Era. Which in modern time measurements would be nearly 4 thousand years ago. Long before Greece or Rome. Now, let us go make the announcement." Chiron said as he began rolling toward the exit. Rorik followed , still overwhelmed by the recent discoveries and the infinite amount of questions he still had flying around in his head. "Where was his dad ? Why did he choose his mom ? What did all this mean ?". Once they were outside Chiron stepped out of his wheelchair back into his full form then they proceeded to the Pavilion. Breakfast was coming to a close as they arrived.
"Campers !" Chiron yelled. The pavilion grew silent at the sound of the centaurs voice." I have an announcement to make. As you all know, 4 months ago Rorik arrived atop Half-Blood Hill. Shortly thereafter he was claimed by an unknown god. After looking through all my sources I have discovered his godly parent. So it is my honor to present to you, Rorik ! Son of of Akatosh, the Nordic god of time !
Hey guys. This is the first chapter written at camp. I wrote it all down in a journal then copied it onto my laptop when I got home. Sry for the late update. We were having our floors redone, we were leaving for South Carolina and a lot of other stuff. Please favorite, follow and review.