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On the airplane…
After Rachel and Atalanta's previous demonstrations of heroism, they were forced to cooperate. Nevertheless, Rachel made use of her electrokinesis a couple of times to take them to the airport and coerce them to take an airplane to New York.
The demigods were sitting near to each other under the attentive eye of Rachel and her favorite cousin, Atalanta.
"What other animals do you have in Camp?" an excited Britt asked.
"Well, Brittany-"
"Call me Britt."
"Britt, perhaps it's not a good idea that you call them animals. They are very intelligent and some suffer from complexes," Atalanta told her. This young lady is adorable.
"Sanny, what does corn pebblemean?"
"It's complexes, Britt. What she really means is that the magical animals think too much of themselves."
The daughter of Hades was fascinated with Brittany's lovable nature. "Britt, when you don't understand, something just tell me, and I will explain it to you, vale? …So, we have a dragon, satyrs, nymphs, a centaur..."
Rachel was hearing Atala's descriptions from the seat in front from her cousin when Finn decided to pester her again.
"Baby, I'm a demigod?" Finn asked, more than a little confused.
"No, Finn, you are not a demigod. Demigods are sons and daughters of the gods; you are a legacy, which means that you are a demigod descendant." Rachel rolled her eyes at the boy's confused face. "Your grandmother slept with Vulcan."
"So, this hammered dude, who is not an alien, knocked up my grandmother, then my dad who wasn't Greek but was Roman because grandpa is two people... Rach, are you sure that we are not aliens? Because things could be easier if we were." Was Jesus an alien too?
Rachel groaned. For Athena!.The wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead. Why did I sleep - make love…no, sleep…with him? Ugh!
"Knucklehead, Rachel has explained this to you at least thirty times and all of us have questions," Quinn interrupted him.
Rachel looked at her and murmured a silent "thanks".
"Finn, why don't you watch some of the mythological selections of movies I have in my iPod and then I will try to explain it to you again." Rachel felt her impatience mounting with every passing minute.
"This is crap, girl. Next time the flight attendant comes I'm going to tell her that you have us against our-" Mercedes didn't finish her complaint, because Rachel had commanded the air and weather, creating a strong turbulence.
Atala leaned forward. "Rae, I'm sure that by the end of the day, you will want to kill me, but drop it or the next time we visit the underworld, I will let Cerberus chew you like a toy." The daughter of Hades used one of her abilities and induced fear into the little diva.
Rachel gulped and the turbulence stopped. The diva had learned years ago not to push Atala too far. "Okay…. So, Quinn, what do you want to know?" This is going to be a long flight.
Camp Half Blood…
The demigods' doubts died the moment they saw Argus and Elektrus standing next to an orange van with the logo of Camp Half blood and the motto 'Keeping Young Heroes Safe from Harm (MOSTLY) For Over Three Millennia'.
"Hi, Rae," the harpy saluted. "We brought the van."
"Elektrus!" Rachel ran and hugged the harpy. "I'm so happy to see you."
Argus was opening and closing his one hundred blue eyes in despair.
"I'm also happy to see you, Argus. Nice tan," Rachel said coquettishly.
Argus blushed and extended his thumbs upward, making the thumbs-up gesture.
"Hey! What about me? 72 horas sin verlos. Los he extrañado." (72 hours without seeing you. I have missed you.) Atalanta kissed the harpy on the check and made a strange scout handshake with Argus. The girl was one of the few demigods that was brave enough to touch him.
"Crazy demigods." The harpy smiled. "Tala, I also brought the pegasus you asked for."
"You are too kind." Atalanta winked at them. "Come on, Britt, I promised you a ride in a pegasus. Not my favorite form to travel, but the safest way to fly for someone like me."
"I'm going with you." Santana gave her the evil eye.
"Don't worry, Michelle-Rodriguez-wannabe, I thought about it." Atalanta pointed at the sky. "I asked for five pegasuses. Who else wants a ride?"
When the group arrived to Camp, Atala and Rachel were dismissed. Chiron told Rachel and Atala their presence wasn't necessary and that they could join the other kids in the big house after the introduction.
"So, how much time do we have?" Atalanta asked her friend.
"Knowing them, at least 4 hours." Thank the gods for that.
"Great!"
"Atala?"
"Mmm?"
"Why did you say that by the end of the day I will probably want to kill you?"
Tartarus. "Rae, can we talk later? I need to take a bath, make more calls, and perhaps have a nap; besides, you can always kill me tomorrow."
"Great idea! Napping has been found to be beneficial. It helps refresh the mind, improves overall alertness, boosts mood, increases productivity, benefits the heart, and helps you to have an open mind and a good disposition."
"Rae, I change my mind. You take the nap. You are going to need it more." Atalanta summoned the shadow around her and disappeared, leaving a confused Rachel Berry behind.
Hours later…
"How dare you!" Rachel lunged at Atala with her blade already in her hand. The diva almost ended up slicing her like a cucumber salad.
"Have you lost your mind? Estoy desarmada." (I'm disarmed.)
Rachel summoned the air and threw her friend against one of the Big House walls, alarming the people inside it.
The daughter of Hades tried to stand up, but the diva threw her again. "Rae, I don't want to hurt you, please don't make me." Atalanta pleaded
"I can't believe you convinced my dad Gorgon blood is mortal!"
"In my defense, it's fatal when you drink blood from the wrong side. Blood from the right side of a Gorgon's body can heal any injury, while blood from the left side of a Gorgon's body will cause a painful death. Do you think I'm Fucktard Hudson?"
"Don't insult him. You are like Daddy, you despise him." In that moment, Rachel's friends and Chiron were getting out of the Big House.
"You are being ridiculous. I don't hate him. I made calls to help him procure his recommendation letters. I even sneaked in to the Elysium Fields, and you know Dad's policy about mess with deceased heroes…and I did all of that in less than 3 hours for you and him." Atalanta sent shadows toward Rachel, breaking her concentration. "Finn is a decent man, but he is not for you." Atalanta was free from her friend's aerokinesis.
"He is more that decent. He has stayed with me and put up with my insanity!" The burst of anger was out of character for the normally composed girl.
"I'm not denying that he is more than decent and that SOMETIMES YOU ARE INSANE." Atalanta touched her right bracelet and her celestial bronze sword, Nell, showed up (her other sword, Nyx, is made from Imperial Gold and Stygian Iron).
Rachel tried to get her sword to nick her right shoulder, but right when her blade was inches away, Atala pried the diva away, changing Nell to her left hand and knocking Rachel off with her elbow.
Why did she have to re-write her brain and become an ambidextrous? "I love him," Rachel said.
"You care for him…you don't love him. Rae, trust me."
"I had sex with him." The short brunette slashed and missed her friend by just a centimeter.
The people around were able to hear metal against metal as the girls fought.
"Tarada. What the Hades, Rae, prometiste esperar hasta los 25 y te juré que encontraría una cura…and guess what, you idiot, I did it." (You pud...you promised to wait until 25 and I swore to you that I would find a cure...)
"The curse of Aphrodite? Please, I'm fine. My sense of fashion is exquisite and my love life is perfect."
A lightning had almost hit Atala, but she dodged it and made the surface tremble, then she manipulated the shadows around them and hit Rachel. The taller girl was trying desperately to moderate her strokes.
I keep forgetting that she is a legacy of Hecate and Poseidon, and at least she can control earthquakes. Why can't I be his legacy? Right, because I'm the Legacy of Dionysus and presumably of Apollo: theater, arts…Brodway... Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating.
"Rachel, stop. I don't want to harm you. I have damaged your life enough," Atalanta said as Rachel sent her another bolt of electricity, missing her target. "I feel terrible, Rachel; I fucked up your first time. You deserve a happy ending." Atalanta dodged another bolt. "Rachel Barbra Berry, YOU ARE GAY!"
"Liar!" Rachel screamed at her, using her aerokinesis to levitate her friend in a whirlwind.
You are forcing me to talk about private things – shameful, private things. "I'm not lying," Atalanta said. The wind was affecting her breathing. "Do you remember your first crush? Because I do, and I also remember when I walked on you and you were masturbating…. Do you remember what picture you were using and the conversation that followed…?" The girl was gasping. "No puedo respirar, Rach... Por favor, no quiero hacerte daño." (I can't breathe, Rach. Please, I don't want to hurt you.)
Rachel let her go. Images were flashing fast in the screen of her mind. She was doing her best to contain the rage, confusion, and fear in her heart. She could not deny the accusations.
"For the Big Three! I'm gay." Rachel fainted.
The next morning…
Rachel woke up in the infirmary; Blaine was there with a very concerned look.
"Hey, beautiful, you really scared us yesterday. How are you feeling?"
"For the Gods, Blaine! I'm gay!" Rachel wrinkled her nose "OMGods! I have looked like a yuri manga character for the last three years. I did terrible things to be with a boy I don't love and I slept…"
"…with him." Blaine completed the sentence. "Beautiful, take it easy. We are here for you."
Rachel covered her face with her hands; she was regretting her actions. "Where is she?"
"I'm here." Atala was leaning against the wall. "Rae, I understand if you hate me, and I will accept every single punishment you want me to take." She moved toward the diva. "I would like to say sorry for my hasty and blunt tactic, but I couldn't stand my guilt anymore. I have always wanted the best for you. I want you to be happy, because you deserve it, Rae. And the curse, sooner or later, will lead you to an unfulfilled life…. I…." Atalanta's eyes were glassy with tears.
Rachel leaned in, holding her hand. She's breaking my heart. This is the second time in my life that I have seen her crying. I would never be able to understand the burden she has been carrying for almost 4 years. The worst part was that I meant what I said to Aphrodite. I have hurt too many people - Quinn, Atala, Finn, my daddies, and myself.
"Come here, big baby." I hugged her as we cried.
In the Big House…
The glee members, Chiron, and Rachel's favorite counselors: Blaine, son of Dionysus; Sam, son of Nike; Mike, son of Apollo; and Atalanta, daughter of Hades, were sitting around the Ping Pong table in the Play Room.
"Why we can't stay in here?" Finn asked.
"Mr. Hudson, we discussed this yesterday. You, Mr. Flanagan, Miss Motta, and Miss Jackson are Romans, and therefore, your place is in Camp Jupiter. It is nothing personal; we are applying the rules made for the gods. Besides, thanks to the present heroes…" Chiron gazed at Rachel and her friends. "…the relations between the two fractions have improved."
"We have showed him the welcome video four times and most of the counselors have tried to put light in to his thick head. What's wrong with this dude?" Sam murmured.
"Don't be mean. Everything has happened so fast for them," whispered Blaine.
"Hush! We promised to be polite for Rachel and the camp's sake," Mike snapped.
"But why can't I say that Rachel and I are lovers? We don't do it as much as the other football players and their girlfriends, but we do it."
Atalanta started to massage her forehead, mumbling in Spanish as Rachel started to pray. Athena, give me patience. He loves me.
"You mean 'in a relation', right? Because a gentleman does not discuss personal concerns out loud unless surrounded by complete strangers," Chiron admonished the boy.
Zeus bless him. Why can't Mr. Schuester be more like him?
"Of course we are in a relationship. Rachel wouldn't put out with anyone; not like Santana with whom I had my first time…. Holy smokes!" the boy snapped his fingers. "Santana said I was big. Maybe that is the reason why we don't do it as often as the other guys, I'm too big…. I mean, Rachel is small and I'm getting bigger."
"Finn, stop, before you dig yourself farther. Please make an effort to remain in silence," recommended Atala.
"Finn, pay attention," Rachel remarked. "My half-sister is one of the two praetors, or leaders, of Camp Jupiter, and sadly, I'm not in her highest regard."
"Which is not so difficult to accomplish." I turned toward Atala. "With all due respect, she is the reload version of you. Plus, she is egotistic – like, really egotistic; she never accepts her mistakes and looks like the pervert dream of a Japanese old man."
"I have the same opinion of The Rachel Wardrobe," Santana asserted.
"Well, in her defense, she had been cursed," remarked Kurt.
Rachel stared at them severely.
"Sorry."
"Perdón, Rae." (Sorry...)
"Whatever, Berry."
"Finn, this is for the best. Romans and Greeks have a long story of wars and struggles and we have been working to improve our alliance. We need to learn to trust each other and work together in order to stop the giants and The End of the World. Even if my sister, Harmony, tolerates Greeks, some of the more prominent members of the senate don't," Rachel said. "Jesse St. James mistrusts us, and he is the strongest candidate for Second Praetor. I'm certain that if he wins the election, with time, he would persuade my sister and the others to make war against us."
"Finn, all indicates that some gods are opposing Zeus, or Jupiter commands, and have been trying to reunite both sides - Romans and Greeks - in order to help the gods in their troubled times. The fact that you were in the same school as Rachel and the others could not be a coincidence."
"Okay, Rach, I will do my best. But, what about us?"
"Heroes, let's give them some privacy," Chiron ordered.
"No, I want them to stay," Finn said in a panicked voice. He had too much to process in such a short amount of time, and in less than two hours, he would have to be separated from his friends.
"Sanny, Rae is going to break up with him because she is a dolphin."
"What? Rae, tell me you are not dumping him for a girl." Finn stood up and kicked the seat with rage.
"Hey! Calm down!" Blaine had stood up too and was in Finn's face.
"Blaine, not you too." Atalanta pulled the boy back. "Come on, everybody out. This is a private discussion."
Chiron and Atalanta started to evacuate the room.
"Hells no! I want to see this," Santana stated, remaining in her seat.
"Sorry, but you wont'." This generation and their obsession with gossip. Damn Perez Hilton. Atalanta forced Santana to leave, and Rachel stayed with Finn.
"Finn, I'm not letting you go for her, but we cannot be together anymore. I'm gay, and I care too much for you to use you for my egotistical reasons. You are one of the most important people in my life, curse or not…."
Rachel spoke to Finn for one hour, pleading in her favor.
Later…
"My dear, How are you?" the centaur asked Rachel.
"Chiron, do you think he is going to be fine?"
"There, there, my dear." Chiron hugged her. "I'm certain that he is going to be more than fine. I have never seen more impressive recommendations letters - Atalanta made an extraordinary work. Besides, his father was a great hero of Rome, even if the mortal world disagrees wit it. Again, Atalanta made an excellent work tracking his ghost and clarifying his death."
"Do you think he hates me?"
"No, you gave Mr. Hudson something he was looking for…redemption for his father and a path to follow." Chiron ended the hug. "I promise you that when he arrives in Camp Jupiter, he will understand and forgive you."
"Where are Atala and Blaine?"
"I ordered Atalanta and Blaine to escort Finn and your other friends to New Providence. An ex-legionary lives in that area and he has agreed to take them to San Francisco."
Climbing wall…
"Rachel, this place is funny. It has all kind of awesome creatures, plus an amphitheater, an armory, an arena, volleyball courts, a beach, an enchanted forest, strawberries fields, a dinning pavilion, a forge, stables, a library, a mass, a secret bunker, a cave with an oracle, a little city in construction and a climbing wall with lava." Brittany was beaming "…and the best part is that I actually can read, and for the first time in my life, I'm not confused."
Rachel smiled. "Britt, that's normal. Most of us suffer from ADHD that gives us supernatural alertness and keen senses that keep us ready for a fight and alive in battle. We also suffer from Dyslexia, because our brains are "hard-wired" from Ancient Greek and not from mortal languages. Therefore, demigods have poor grades in school."
"Rachel, we are both in all AP classes and have the highest grades," Quinn replied.
"In my case, my parents took precautions to help me to merge into the mortal world; they took me to therapists and specialists to lessen possible disadvantages in my learning process. Perhaps your dyslexia is less severe than the average demigod, or maybe you are one of the fewer cases that don't suffer from the disorder." Rachel felt the uncanny necessity to give the blonde a compliment. "See? I always told you that you were unique!" For Aphrodite! She is gorgeous. Why have I never noticed the chromatic spectrum in her stunning green eyes before?
"Duh, you mentioned that you are a legacy of Dionysus, which means that at least one of your parents are a second or further generation descendant of him, providing your family with an essential inside." Britt was stroking her chin. "Fascinating, their knowledge explains why they were prepared for any eventualities."
Rachel wasn't surprised of Britt's logic display - she had witnessed similar cases. What surprised the little diva was the blonde's immediate improvement. In less than 24 hours, the girl was exhibiting signs of high intelligence. They are not bad students; they just had bad teachers. I think she's a secret genius.
"Who has been claimed?" Rachel asked Santana. The Latin girl and Quinn had been gaping at Britt; they were having a hard time grasping the idea of an intelligent Ms. Pierce. Rachel saw the girls and giggled, breaking their bewildered state.
"Are you asking if some of the gods or goddess have the decency to say, 'Hey, I fucked your mother or father 16 years ago and here I am?" Lopez was still looking at her girlfriend with a shocked expression.
"Yes, but if I were you I would not be so bold with my words in open spaces. They don't often take criticism well," Rachel responded.
"Please, Hobbit, I'm not afraid."
"You should be," Rachel said, shaking her head.
"Whatever, Berry." Santana rolled her eyes. "Puck has been claimed. He's the son of a guy called Herses or something."
"Hermes, the Greek god of roads, speed, messengers, commerce, travel, thieves, merchants, and mail deliverers; Sanny, you should pay more attention. The Camp lessons are essential if we want to survive, not like the ones from Miss Lynch…. 'What is the Capital of Ohio?' I never get why she didn't ask us, 'What is the city that is the official seat of government in the political entity of Ohio?' - we were in Geography Class. Furthermore, who is so idiotic to live in Lima and not answer Columbus?" Probably Finn.
Rachel cracked. She couldn't content a belly laugh any more. Brittany had proved her theory about bad teachers and Santana was close to an aneurysm.
"Come on, girls! We have to warm up before sparring and climbing the wall is perfect for it. Besides, I want to stop in Tyche's Cabin. Tyche is the Goddess of fortune. Her cabin is a miniature casino and her children love to organize and be a part of gambles." I want to find out if they are still taking parenting bets. I have a good hunch about certain blue-eyed-blondie mother.
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"I expected better from the Cheerios Capitan," Rachel teased Santana, as two members of the Unholy Trinity were in agony.
"Hobbit, you are asking for my fist in your head." The Latina was frustrated, tired, and pissed.
"You wish," Rachel said, smirking.
The Cheerios were covered in sweat, especially Quinn and Santana. The two girls' arms and legs were trembling with the effort of climbing.
"Frachel Baggins, we normal people don't have the necessity of climbing mountains to destroy rings," Santana growled out.
"Well, Santana, in this case, I recommend that you to embrace your hobbit heritage, because if you fall, you die." Avoiding death is the major reason in my climbing success; you see the climbing wall pour lava out for an extra challenge. If the camper does not get to the top quickly, the walls will clash together and you end up with a permanent and painful tan.
"This is insane, Rachel." Quinn was disheveled. Her neck and cheeks were red and she was staring to feel light-headed.
Rachel felt her own temperature rising. Quinn is so hot. The drops running into her cleave, her concentrated pout. I bet she looks like that in the middle of sex. What would I give to be her lover and put my hands on her back as my tongue traces her salty skin…. For all the gods! Do I like Quinn?" Rachel mumbled.
"Rachel!" Quinn yelled. She had slipped, just a few a few inches from the top.
Rachel grabbed her with one arm. "I got you." The diva pulled her to the top.
"Rachel, you are really strong. Why have I never noticed your muscular arms?" Quinn asked and Rachel frowned. "Not in a bad way, Rachel. They are very feminine, but, you're all toned." The blonde felt the impulse to touch the short brunette's arms.
"It was the mist - the supernatural force that twists a mortal's sight from seeing monsters, gods, titans, giants and, in this case, my toned body." Please stop touching me, Quinn, your presence is intoxicating. Your fingers feel so good on my skin. Rachel started to get close to the blonde when she realized what she was doing and backed up. "Santana, hurry up! Quinn and Brittany have finished and we still have to pick some weapons in the armory and hit the arena."
In the Arena…
When they arrived to the arena, Mike and Sam were there with the rest of the glee club members.
"Hi, Rachel. Atalanta hasn't returned, so guess who is going to teach the class?" Sam gave her the news, taunting the brunette.
"Why me?" Rachel grumbled.
"Because I have already agreed to help Mike with archery. Chiron is with Mr. D and he will not be able to teach the course today."
I despise giving classes to newbies, and on top of that, my head is a mess, thanks to my discovered feelings. "Quinn, Britt, and Santana, please take a spot near to the others." The members and Rachel were occupying a little space in the corner of the arena.
"First, check your armors. Kurt, this is not a fashion show. When you are at camp, you use its t-shirts and a couple pairs of jeans. Go change." The diva spotted the son of Dionysus and decided to play matchmaker. "Blaine will make sure you return with the mandatory attire and proper armor, thanks."
"Demigod or not, she is still annoying."
"I heard that, Mercedes, and some day you will thank the gods for my actions and mannerisms," Rachel snapped back. She signaled them to follow her to table with different swords.
"These swords are called hoplite or phalanx. They are relatively short, powerful, and capable of both slashing and thrusting. They are an integral part in our combat equipment." Rachel put one of the hoplite back on the table and picked a different one. "These are called parazonium and xiphos. They are long daggers, perfect for close combat. Those are called makhaira. They are mounted Greek cavalry curved swords, and that's why they are longest." Rachel looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Puckerman had grabbed a sword. "...And the one that Noah holds in his hand is called Kydonia. Not my favorite sword…you can use it riding a horse or on the ground."
"Enough of the history lesson, let me used my big sword, Rachel." Noah brandished the weapon, making a joke of it. He had positioned the blade in his pants, simulating an erection.
"Noah!" The diva was fuming. "It's important to know the advantages and disadvantages of each type of sword and other weapons in order to choose the one that goes best with us, even if all of us have to handle the basics in the hoplite and bow."
He kept making obscene gestures with the weapon.
Classic male phallus fixation. Very original. Rachel cleared her throat. "It's not so different from glee. All of us have to know how to sing in harmony, but at the same time we have certain areas where we exceed."
"Anyway, I am keeping the long sword; it goes with my other weapon."
What is wrong with him? He should be taking this seriously. He is the son of a god, for Zeus's sake! "Puck, get a shield and join me please," Rachel said. "Everybody form a circle." The two adolescents were soon in position. "Noah, attack me when you feel ready."
Puck lunged and Rachel blocked him. He tried again and again, but Rachel kept stopping him. Ten minutes later, Rachel had proved her point. "Noah, in this particular case the size doesn't matter. The size of the blade is not a reflection of your manhood." Rachel had made him angry; he threw his shield and started to use both hands in an attempt to increase the force in his strikes.
The Jew boy wanted to put Rachel out of balance. "Puckzilla don't need protection."
Those words made Rachel furious. The diva imagined Quinn's misfortunes: the way Noah had almost ruined her life because of his lies and manipulation; the six weeks she was bullied in the halls due to her pregnancy; her parents' divorce and the tragedy of her miscarriage.
The short brunette submitted to her anger, abandoning her weapons and hitting the boy. When Noah let go of his weapon, Rachel started to use her fists. Nobody was sure in what moment the class had ended and a fist-fight started.
Noah and Rachel were on the floor, kicking and punching, until strong arms pulled Rachel back.
"What's going on here?" Atala had her arms around Rachel, keeping an eye on the enraged boy.
"What the fuck, Rachel?" Noah and Rachel were disheveled, but the boy was bleeding.
"You should use protection. Why didn't you save her from harm?"
Realization hit his eyes and he approached the girl with menace stand. "I didn't force her."
"But that doesn't make you any less guilty. The worst part is that you haven't learned anything. Tell me, Noah, are you selfish enough to make another girl live that inferno?"
He tried to reply but Rachel didn't allow it. "Finn told me about your 'It works 99 percent of the time', how you manipulated her using her insecurities, how you gave her alcohol and didn't use the protection that you had promised her." Rachel's voice started to tremble. "And…the…relief you felt…when she had the accident…. You are not bad person, Noah…but you need to grow up."
He froze for a second then he tried to launch a punch.
Fortunately, the daughter of Hades blocked it, manipulating the shadows around them. "Enough! If you want to fight with her, you will do it in a proper manner, using a sword or your fists in a fair match and not when someone is holding her." Atalanta looked at Rachel disapprovingly. "The same goes for you, not retributions outside the playing field. Unless he attacks and forces your hand."
The son of Hermes squared his shoulders and walked way. Rachel was so mad that she didn't notice that Lauren had been present in the altercation and that the daughter of Ares had followed the boy.
Atalanta saw Lauren's deed, but decided to disregard it. She was convinced that the girl just wanted to make an alliance with Noah in order to tantalize the little diva.
"Ladies and gentlemen, take your hoplites and your shields and pay attention." Atalanta let Rachel go and whispered in her ear, "Little One, stay. It would look worse if you go after chastening a boy about the importance of facing the consequences of his actions."
Atalanta made groups and kept the members too busy to let them ponder about what had happened.
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"Class dismissed. Mike, Sam, it;s all yours." The boys had returned and were waiting to use the arena to practice with some of the more advanced demigods. She got close to Mike and spoke in an undertone, "Would you be so kind as to cover us and shut down the gossip?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please," Atalanta said, crossing her arms and looking at Mike. "I know how things work around here. I'm older that your, remember?"
"I keep forgetting that," Mike smiled. "No problem."
"Thanks…and Mike?" Atalanta looked at him and then at Tina. "She's single." Rachel's best friend grabbed her by the hand and took her away as the Unholy Trinity observed the friend's interaction.
"Come on, Q. We need to talk." Santana touched her friend's shoulders. "Now."
"I don't want to do it, San."
"It doesn't matter, come on," San said as Britt pulled Quinn toward the Pegasus stables.
Hades's Cabin…
Atlanta's place was a windowless cabin made of solid obsidian, with heavy columns and torches that burnt green Greek fire, a heavy door with a skull; inside the place looked like a very creepy and expensive cave with precious metals, bones, and jeweled flowers adorning the walls. There were five cave bedrocks with black duvets, a little library carved from the stone, cabinets, a big bathtub with mineral properties, some tables, a green Greek fire place with puffs, and a Shadow Sculpture of Hades and his wife, Persephone, goddess of springtime, flowers and young life, that encircled in a skeleton forest.
"You're shaking."
"Your cabin is cold," Rachel remarked.
Atala opened a cabinet and handed her a fleece.
"You redecorated," Rachel observed, paying attention to the new sculpture and the flower details.
"I added the flowers and the sculpture to acknowledge my step-mother in my father's realm." Atala sounded solemn.
"That's very thoughtful of you."
"She pardoned my mother years ago and tolerates me. The interior redecoration was the least I could do." She plopped down in one of the puffs. "I'm waiting."
"I don't know where to start..."
"You can start form the beginning, that's always a good option." Atalanta smiled. "However, I want to know about Quinn."
Rachel told her everything: how Quinn got pregnant, her panicking. Her tub scheme made Atalanta laugh for five minutes. Then she told her about the miscarriage, Quinn's downfall in the popularity pyramid, Mr. and Mrs. Fabray's fight that ended in a divorce, how Quinn confessed the truth to Finn, the drama at Regionals, how the two boys made peace, and the afterwords between Noah and Finn.
"Love is complicated. It's so easy to think about love, to talk about love, and to wish for love, but it's not easy to recognize and preserve it, even when we have it in front of us." The daughter of Hades stood up and grabbed some aspirins. "...Although teen love adds a level of complexity beyond my grasp." She swallowed the pills. "May I assume you are interested in courting her?"
"What! …What?" Rachel was shocked.
"Little One, I walked in on you three times." Atalanta shook her head. We must always look after our friends, even when they are foolish. Especially when they are foolish.
"Are you going to keep reminding me of that?" Rachel groaned.
"Believe me, I don't want to, but you are pushing my hand." Oops! Hand as in a hand job. Atalanta chortled for a couple of minutes and then held up one finger. "The first time you had a photograph of Scarlett Johansson." Atalanta held up a second finger. "Then one with Amber Heard." She held up a third finger. "And my favorite one - with two girls from an article in American Cheerleader Magazine."
"Finn was in that photograph."
"True, but Quinn was also there, and Finn doesn't look like Johansson or Heard…. Have you noticed how similar their names are? Quinn, Finn..."
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"She is not into girls."
"Did she tell you that?"
"No..."
"Everyone is straight, until they're not. Rachel, don't look at me like that." The little diva was frowning at her. "I look and mostly behave like a teen, but we all know I'm older. I have witnessed more things than you." Atalanta winked at Rachel.
"She is very Catholic."
"A religion she can still practice, but she is also a grekus, and we are pretty open-minded about sexuality, especially your father."
Rachel waited for a thunder echo of disgust or grumbling from her father.
"Sometimes other gods, especially your father, can't hear us clearly from here; this cabin belongs to the Underworld."
"What if she is the daughter of a divinity that has a rivalry with Father?"
"Your father is the Big Kahuna of Olympus. Everybody dislikes their bosses in silence, but wish that their sons or daughters would be able to marry theirs."
"She hates me."
"You're overreacting; she may dislike you, which can be part of Zeus's heritage," Atalanta taunted Rachel, and thunder echoed outside. "Thanks, Rae, now he is paying attention." Thunder echoed again. "Sorry, uncle, sir." The daughter of Hades rolled her eyes. "But leadership, control-freak-ness, decency, love for dramatic exits, loyalty, hunger for power, sense of duty, egomania, persuasion, loving being the center of attention, and talent, are attributes that not many can admire." She hand-signed the flairs to hide them from Zeus's hearing. "Additionally, the curse also made you detrimental to the person of your affection."
Rachel frowned.
"Rae, my grandmother is Hecate. I have a further comprehension about curses than you."
"Perhaps you are right, but our love is unworkable. It can't be."
"That's what everyone thinks about our friendship. Do I have to remind you that against the odds your best friend is a daughter of Hades? Besides, love defies logic and conquers all, supposedly," Atalanta muttered the last word and Rachel noticed a glint of sadness in her friend's hazel orbs. "Manos a la obra. Let's talk with Blaine, Sam, and Britt, and get your girl." (Get to work...)
"Brittany?"
"Duh! You need someone from inside."
Rachel smiled. She is right. I won't give up without a fight…. Quinn, be prepared to fall in love…and who knows? Maybe later we will be able to help Atalanta.
Mythology Gleektionary
Aerokinesis: it is the ability to manipulate air. It is one of the four elements that make up Atmokinesis.
Atmokinesis: The ability to control the weather. It is an ability that the children of Zeus/Jupiter, Poseidon/Neptune, and the Anemoi possess.
Electrokinesis: it is the ability to mentally and/or physically manipulate and control electric currents and static electricity (Zeus/Jupiter children).
Induced Fear: children of Hades radiate intense fear and death like their father.
Argus: he is s the one hundred-eyed security guard at Camp Half-Blood. Argus was created by Hera and he was her servant.
Harpies: (meaning "snatcher") winged spirits of sudden, sharp gusts of wind. They were known as the hounds of Zeus and were dispatched by the god to snatch away (harpazô) people and things from the earth. Sudden, mysterious disappearances were often attributed to the harpies.
The Big House: is a large, sky-blue house which serves as the main administrative building at Camp Half-Blood.
Umbrakinesis: it is the control over darkness and shadow for various uses such as solidifying it for attacks and to hide in it.(Hades/Pluto children)
Geokinesis: it is the ability to control the earth - levitating rocks and making them deadly, black, and extremely sharp. It also included the capacity to create earth tremors, etc.(Hades/Pluto children)
Elysium Fields: it is a paradise for the dead located in the Underworld.
Praetor: a Roman commander of an army during the time of Ancient Rome. There can only be two praetors per legion that act as the leaders in all of the legion's affairs, including battles. The only known surviving legion is the Twelfth Legion Fulminata.
Hecate: she is the daughter of the Titans Perses and Asteria. Hecate is the Greek goddess of magic, sorcery, witchcraft, crossroads, trivial knowledge, necromancy and dogs. She is also the goddess of the Mist and represents the dark side of the moon, or the Harvest Moon. Hecate is associated with many things including childbirth, nurturing the young, gates, walls, doorways, and sometimes even change.
Additional Notes:
Stygian Iron, Celestial Bronze, and Imperial Gold are magical metals capable of absorbing or destroying the very essence of monsters and injuring Gods, Titans and Giants.
Stygian Iron, unlike Imperial Gold and Celestial Bronze, only deities from the Underworld and their demigod children can use it. The Stygian ironit can harm both mortals and immortals alike. When seen, it is shown to scare monsters even more than the other two metals, possibly because the essence is absorbed into the blade, which prevents the monster from going back into Tartarus to reform. It also appears to have a significant effect on ghosts and creatures from the Underworld.
The Underworld, also referred to as hell and Hades. It's where the souls of dead people go when they die. The Underworld is divided into various sections: Judgment Pavilion, Fields of Punishment, Fields of Asphodel, Elysian Fields, Isles of the Blest, Tartarus, Hades's Palace, Pershepone Gardens, etc.