Chapter 3.
"Liam, you're early! School doesn't end for another few hours yet," a man in a wheelchair states as LiaM strides towards a three story house painted blue. The man is on the front porch. He sees me. "Ah. Another attack? Do you know her name?"
"This is Chiron. She's my sister, and Katy, short for Katherine. ." He answers.
"Katy, please." I ask.
"We had a Katie. She left for college a few years ago but she still visits. So I'm guessing she's a daughter of Aphrodite?"
"Actually-" Harold interrupts before I start glowing. Grey.
I look less like I'm dead and more like a storm cloud and when I look up I see an owl.
"Well, now I feel stupid." Liam mutters.
"Well I tried to tell you before but you shut me up." Harold snaps.
"Athena has sent me five times to get her and every time I ignore her because I was certain she was talking about you."
"It would be rather unusual of Athena to forget about one of her children. I can't remember the last time she ever let one of her half bloods go unclaimed after they were thirteen."
"So, wait. My mothers, Athena. As in the wisdom goddess?" I'm still glowing grey.
"Well, I thought we had the same mother. Two half blood siblings with different godly parents aren't common. You're a part of all the rarer cases today. Rare for an Aphrodite child to be ugly, rare for us to have different mothers and rare for you to not come until now." Liam states.
"well aren't you nice today. What about dad, does he know?"
"Yeah, the reason we moved here was so I could come here. I didn't realise you were a Demi god too. You did win a spelling bee."
"Wow. A daughter of the wisdom goddess won an academic award. How peculiar."
"Most half bloods are dyslexic, because our brains are hard wired to read Ancient Greek."
"That sounds like total bull but ok."
"Your word order is probably what's up. And your lefts and rights."
I scowl at him. I'm the last person people ask for directions because I mix up what I mean all the time. I couldn't understand the different between the two until I was ten.
"What about your French? You speak fluent french. That time we had an exchange student you were rapid." I point out.
"My brothers and sisters, my other brothers and sisters can speak french because it's the language of love. Some of us can also charm people into doing whatever we want by talking."
"I'm swooning." I respond flatly.
"Well, it's lunch time. Harold, Liam, could you tell everyone that we'll be eating in, let's say fifteen minutes?" Chiron. Liam sticks his thumb up and runs off. I'm left alone with Chiron.
"Don't be so alarmed, you're the one who looks terrifying with that storm cloud swirling around you." Chiron laughs. "Here, let's chat. And I've got some cream for those spider bites."