Even though she was invited by La Rue instead of Valentino, Emily Bowman did want to look her best.
General Valentino was technically one of her superiors and heard that getting his good side usually lend to pay raise and more vacation days.
A quick shower, a light amount of perfume and makeup, one hour of taking care of her hair.
A nice blue dinner dress and dark blue heels. She put in her contacts and a little more amount of makeup and perfume.
It took three hours but she was ready.
She lived in the base community area. A series of identical yellow houses were to the west of the base.
She lives next to a dentist and engineer. They were nice.
A car was sent to pick her up and drive her to the back to base.
The dinner was being held In the Formal Hall where high-class officers, politicians, and their guests came to have fancy dinners, listen to music, and discussing the topic of war and peace.
The Formal Hall was beautiful, it had a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
Classical music was playing, and many of the guests were socializing or having dinner.
Bowman was brought to her table, La Rue and Valentino were already there. The moment La Rue saw her he got up greeted her.
"Doctor! Glad you made it!" He shook her hand and pull out her seat.
"Thank you, General La Rue." She took her seat. La Rue on her left and Valentino on her right. Meaning Jacob would be right across her, except he wasn't here yet.
"Doctor Emily Bowman," Bowman looked at General Valentino, his eyes sharp and focus on her.
"Um yes! Hello General Valentino it is an honor to meet you!" She shot her hand out so fast that Valentino flinched.
"Yes." He took her hand and shook her. Bowman felt her throat dried.
"Now then, Doctor Bowman I have heard many things about you and you have much to explain about yourself." He said sternly.
She shudders. What did she do?
"Well I um well, I, I, I," she stops when Valentino laughed.
"Doctor, Doctor I just messing with you, I have only heard good things and I have also seen your record, clean and spotless." Valentino chuckled.
Bowman calms down. "You scared me there General Valentino,"
The General chuckled again "I'm am very happy to have you here at Sao Paulo, I wish I had hundred of you."
Bowman blushed, "Thank you," she looked at Jacob empty seat.
"Is Jacob joining us?" General La Rue sipped from his glass.
"Yes, he always late to things he doesn't want to attend. Plus had to find him a suit." La Rue said.
They waited for a few minutes, order their drinks, soups, and salads.
Finally, Jacob arrived. Even in a tuxedo, he looks intimidating. Nearly all eyes on him. The waiter who guided him to the table looks scared.
"Finally you made it boy, order you the french onion and salad with light ginger sauce."
Jacob sat down, "Thank you, what drink did you order."
La Rue smiled "Figure I get fancy and order us a nice bottle of wine."
Jacob scoffed, "Wine is for women."
Bowman laughs a little, she hoped Dionysus didn't hear that one summer a camper told the Wine God that wine was a lady drink, that camper sent the rest of the summer as a blueberry bush.
La Rue scoffed, "Well then more for the rest of us." Jacob simply replies with his trademark grunt.
The waiter came by with a small notebook in hand, "Is everybody ready to order?"
Nobody at the table objective.
"Yes, I believe so, Clarence?" Related Valentino.
"Thank you, I like the Blacken Chicken with the side of greens." La Rue said. He turns to Doctor Bowman.
"Oh, yes, I would the Lobster Pasta with white wine sauce," Bowman replied. She looks at Jacob and knew immediately he would something meaty.
"Steak. Rare. With mushrooms and onions." Jacob said.
"Um, what kind of steak sir?" The waiter asks nervously.
"The biggest one you have," Jacob answered.
The waiter gulped, "Yes sir! Excellent choice sir!"
Jacob nodded. The waiter turned to Valentino. "Lamb chops with plum sauce. Cook medium rare."
The waiter finished writing down, "Alright, anything else let me know." The waiter left and the table was silent.
Nobody was saying anything.
Bowman thought about starting a conversation but realized that she didn't have anything topic that could relate to the two generals. She knew trying to talk to Jacob would go nowhere.
Luckily for her Valentino spoke up.
"So Clarence how your granddaughter?"
La Rue smiled, "Oh she a tough little pistol I tell you what, got into a fight in preschool and beat up a kid older than her," La Rue pulled out a picture of a five-year-old girl cover in band-aids smiling.
"Ah, my little Clarisse she one of kind." The general chuckled.
"She adorable!" Dr. Bowman gushed.
The two generals and doctor began chatting, discussing such topics of parenting, marriage, retirement, and civilian life. Jacob reminds silent just waiting for the food to arrive.
Finally after ten minutes of waiting their meals were ready. The food looked exquisite and the smell was mouth-watering.
Dr.Bowman couldn't believe such delicious cuisine was served on the base she has been working for. She had worked here for two years and it either been the cafeteria or one of the fast-food places need the base.
The food was so good that the group was eating in silence. Well, it was silent until Jacob spoke up.
"Valentino," the General wipe off his lips with a napkin and said, "Yes?"
"My target on my previous mission, who was he?" La Rue and Bowman stop eating and looked at Jacob.
Valentine nearly choked but managed not to.
"Mr.William now is not the time or place for this conversation," Valentino said sternly. He quickly shot a glance at La Rue.
"Yeah, um, son he right, plus you know it classified." La Rue tugged on his collar.
"I just a few questions that's all." Jacob press on.
For Bowman, she had no idea what to besides continue to eat.
Jacob cut a piece of his steak and ate it. The Generals looked uneasy, for one this was top secret information and them talking about it could result in trouble. Big trouble.
Jacob swallows the steak. He sipped his drink. Water with a lemon wedge.
"Has a raid been done after my return?" Jacob ate a piece of mushroom.
"I can't say." Valentino said in a warning tone.
"Did you order a raid on the compound?" Jacob asked ignoring the General warning glare.
"Did you discover anything?" Jacob pressed on. He made tension in the air rise to point that ever the staff in the kitchen felt it.
"We can't discuss this at all damn it!" Valentino was now using his General voice. Several of the restaurant patrons were now looking at them. Valentino sipped his wine to calm himself.
The Brazilian General was known for his commanding voice.
But it didn't affect Jacob.
"Was a raid on his compound commissioned when I return to your base?"
Valentino would be getting angry if it weren't for the fact that the man who was questioning him was the Ghost himself.
He felt fear, he knew The Ghost could effortlessly kill him and escaped. The stories he heard.
La Rue knew he couldn't stop Jacob and Dr.Bowman just quietly ate her dinner.
Jacob continues to stare at Valentino. The general felt like his soul was exposed. Finally, he broke.
"Yes, there was." The word came out on their own. Valentino couldn't stop himself. He felt like every part of his being was telling him to obey.
"What did you find?"
"Besides the piles of bodies you left behind?"
"Yes." Jacob cut off another piece of steak and ate it.
Valentino sign, "some very important data, that contains information need to help protect the freedom of my country."
Just by revealing that much could get Valentino court marshall and thrown in jail.
"What else?" Jacob offers Bowman a piece of steak. She politely declines.
"What do you mean?" Valentine was confused.
"The statue," Jacob said. "He had a Greek statue of the God Ares."
La Rue looked him curiously.
"Didn't know you care for the arts boy."
Then all of a sudden Bowman began coughing. The three men forget that she was even there.
"Doctor are you ok?" The Generals began to get out of their seats but then Bowman raised a hand.
"I'm fine, just some food went down the wrong pipe, that all." She took a sip of water. Jacob eyed her. She felt like choking again.
"You want to know about a statue he owned?" Now Valentino was confused, at least Jacob was not asking about top-secret data.
"He had a statue with a bronze bowl. For blood offering." Jacob said causally.
The rest of the table looked at each other. La Rue then asked.
"Blood offering?"
Jacob ate another piece of steak.
"Ares is the patron God of Sparta, an ancient civilization of great warriors," Jacob ate another piece,
"When spartans win a battle or war they offer Ares a mixture of the blood of the Spartans who died and enemies they kill."
The table was silent, not knowing how to follow up on this topic of Sparta and their religious practice.
"Well Jacob I don't what to tell you, we didn't know much about your target, we didn't even know his real name. Let alone his religious practices." Valentino wanted to end this conversion.
"I see," Jacob signal the waiter.
"Scotch on rocks." Jacob order.
"Yes sir." They waited wrote down the order and left. Jacob looked back at Valentino.
"My apologies General, I was just curious about his possession of the statue." Jacob drink arrived and he hands the waiter a tip.
Valentino was relieved the Jacob was done questioning himself.
"It fine Mr.Williams, it just that I need to cautious about what I talk about, especially about missions that concern the safety of my country."
The Brazilian General took a sip of his wine to calm himself.
The atmosphere was beginning to return to normal.
But for Doctor Bowman, she still felt uneasy. Not enough to stop eating, the food was that damn good. At Camp, Half-Blood demigods are taught to remain calm under any situation.
She was still alarmed that Ares use to receive blood offerings. At camp, you just give a portion of the meal to the gods.
But blood? Even for Ares, his children were rough and tumble but not bloodthirsty. Ok, they were bloodthirsty, but not that bloodthirsty.
The waiter return, "Would anybody care for desserts?"
"Just a cup of coffee for me," La Rue said. "Black."
"Same but with milk and sugar," Valentino said.
"Espresso, strong," Jacob said,
The waiter turns to Bowman. "Do you have anything special tonight?" The blonde doctor asked.
"Double chocolate cake and creme brulee."
"The creme brulee please."
The waiter nodded, wrote down the orders. "About five to ten minutes."
The waiter left. The table was silent yet again, their food was eaten, and there would be no leftovers.
Bowman decided to be bold and ask Jacob a question. "Jacob, what do you know about Greek mythology?"
Jacob, who was watching the orchestra playing, turn to face Bowman.
"Twelve gods that live on Mount Olympus." He said expression not changing.
"Yes, and there are several minor gods as well." Bowman drank the remaining wine she had. "Many interesting stories about heroes and adventures," she continued, "any practical stories you like?"
"No," Jacob said, his glare went from cold to slightly aggregated.
She gulped, "N-not a fan of Greek mythology?"
"No." Jacob grunt. Luckily for Bowman, the waiter arrived with the coffee.
"Just five minutes on your creme brulee ma'am."
The waiter left again. Bowman decided to press on. "Any reason you don't like Greek mythology?"
Jacob drank some of his espressos, "The gods are arrogant and foolish."
Bowman breath hitch, to her or any demigod, blasphemes against the gods usually results in the blasphemous turing turn to a pile of smoldering ash.
"Do you believe in any God Mr.Williams?" Valentino asked.
"No." Jacob finished off his espresso and set the cup down.
"Are you an atheist then?" Valentino continued
"No." Jacob said.
"So what do exactly believe in?" Valentino question.
Jacob leaned back in his chair, then he leaned back forward. Then he said,
"I do believe that there is some great force that created the universe and controls it," Jacob then signs, "and whatever it is... I fucking hate it."
The table was once more silent than General Valentino began chuckled.
"My, what an interesting belief you have." The Brazilian General laugh.
Jacob just shrugged his shoulders.
La Rue laughs as well, "Yup he always finding ways to surprise us."
Bowman smiled and thought, 'He would hate the Fates then.'
"Your creme brulee madame." The waiter set the dessert in front of Bowman.
"Would anybody care for anything else?" The waiter asks.
"No, I believe we are good," Valentine said. He then hands the waiter a generous tip.
For the rest of the evening, the generals finished their coffee and the doctor finished her dessert.
The ghost finishes his water and ate the lemon wedge.
The group waits outside for Dr. Bowman's car to pick up.
"Thank you again for inviting me." The blonde doctor said to the Generals.
"I enjoy your company, Emily, keep up the good work and I'll treat you to dinner again." Said Valentino with a small smile.
La Rue laughed, "Careful now, I think the good doctor prefer being paid in money instead of fancy dinners."
"Can I be paid in both?" Dr.Bowman asked.
The three laughed. Jacob on the other hand was just looking around.
"I am heading to my room now." He said before walking off.
The three watches as Jacob soon disappeared from their sight. They all felt a sense of relief. They knew that he had no intent to harm anyone, right now, knowing who he is was a reason to be alert.
Soon Bowman's car appeared. As the doctor got into the car she asked, "General La Rue, what time will you and Jacob be leaving tomorrow?"
"Seven A.M. sharp," The American General said. "Why?"
"I would say goodbye to you two," Her gaze went from La Rue to Valentino.
"If that's alright?" The General smiled at her.
"Of course I don't see any problem, Robert?" La Rue said.
"Same." Valentino smiled.
"Alright then see you both tomorrow then, Good night," Bowman said.
The generals nodded and the car drives off.
Valentino put his hand on La Rue's shoulder.
"Cigars? or is it past your bedtime? Old man"
Valentino asked La Rue.
The American General smirked. "Come on I'm not that old, I'm only sixty-nine."
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Yeah, but do you have any brandy?"
The Brazilian smirked, "Brandy and cigars best way to end an evening.
Dr.Bowman waved to her driver letting him know that everything was alright. The driver nodded and drove off.
Bowman opens her door and enter. She let a sigh and removed her heels finaling freeing her feet from those fashionable torture devices.
Despite Jacob integrating Valentino, she did have a good evening. Now she was going to work twice as hard if it met getting more of that delicious food.
But now all she wanted was a cup of tea and read a chapter or two of that trashy, smutty love novel that confiscated from one of the nurses. She was reading that book for, um, research.
She locked her door and made her way through her den which consisted of a couch, two cushion chairs, and tv.
One of the walls was covered with pictures of her family and friends from both camp half-blood and the mortal world.
Several pictures of her in Camp Halfblood orange T-shirt surround by her siblings from the Apollo cabin.
Speaking of Apollo she had only one picture with him. It was taken on the day of graduation from medical school. That when she first met her father.
The day she graduated, at the top of her class no less, Apollo showed up to tell how proud he was of her. It was weird meeting him.
He acted like they know each other the whole but from Emily's point of view, it was liking meeting a stranger.
But she put on her best smile and tolerated his presence. They took a picture and Apollo left.
Some part of her was happy to finally meet her father, and another part was angry at the god for leaving her mother and never appearing in her life and only visit it after she graduated at the top of her class.
Bowman left go of those emotions in past and move on with her life.
She still kept the picture of him, just to remind of she is.
Bowman made her way to her private home office, it was the hall that connects to the den. On the left end of the hall was her bedroom and on the right was the bathroom. The center room her office.
She quickly went through her emails; only one from her half brother Henry.
'Hey sis, can't wait to see you this summer. If anything changes in my schedule I'll let you know.
Love your favorite brother Henry.'
She smiled, Henry was her mortal half brother. Her mother got married when Emily was two. The stepfather who raised her was very loving and caring who treats her as his flesh and blood daughter.
That what made meeting her father, Apollo, so weird. She already had a father who loves her.
But that was in the past now. She doubts that she would ever meet Apollo again.
She then stretched out her arms.
'Time for a shower.'
As a surgeon, Bowman valued hygiene highly. On average she would take two or three showers a day. She even used special soap and shampoo that was specially made for health care workers.
Bowman went to her bedroom and stripped off her dinner dress and hang it back up. Set out her pajamas out and went to a shower.
Aw, the rest refreshing feeling of hot water. Truly one of the many joys of the modern world.
Bowman dry herself off and wrapped a towel around her body and another to cover her wet hair.
She quickly weighed herself. Not bad but losing a few couldn't hurt.
'Pajamas, a cup of tea, and a couple of pages of that book.'
She began to walk to her bedroom and strolled past her den when she stops. Like a deer in headlights. Her heart began beating rapidly.
'Why is he here?'
Bowman turns slowly. 'How did he even get in?'
She stood in the doorway and looked at her unexpected guest.
Jacob was no longer dress in his tuxedo instead was now wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants. His back turns to her and he was looking at a picture of mother and stepfather.
Bowman couldn't say anything the word refuse to come out. But she didn't have to say anything.
"Get dress doctor we have much to discuss." Jacob said still looking at the photo.
Bowman didn't resist and began to walk back to her room. But she stops real quick.
"Um, Jacob could you please go to my kitchen and put on a pot of tea?" She asked.
Jacob grunted. Somehow she knew that meant 'Yes'.
Meanwhile at General Valentino private office.
La Rue was looking out the window that overlooks the naval base.
"Wish I had a view like is," La Rue said to his host. "All I get to look at in my office is a motivational cat poster that said Hang In There."
He sipped some of his bourbon. The view looked more like a town than a military base.
Valentino took a puff of his cigar. He was lying on his couch unprofessionally.
"Robert? You ok?" Valentino eyes went from his ceiling to his guest.
"Yeah just thinking," Valentino said as he adjusted himself.
"Thinking about what?"
Valentino blinked. "How Jacob Williams interrogated me tonight."
La Rue sighed and set his glass down. "If your worry about talking about the mission, don't worry, once the higher up learn that it was the Ghost that question you, they'll understand."
Valentino got off the couch and put his cigar in an ashtray. "It not that, it just that I," he stop to collect his word.
"It was like that I had to do what he said or he'll," Valentino went to the bourbon bottle and pour himself a glass, and drank it immediately.
"I get it, I get it," La Rue said. "That just who he is."
The two were quiet for a moment.
"Clarence, what is he?" Valentine asked calming himself.
It was a weird question but La Rue knew what he was asking.
"It was about fifteen years ago when I first met him. He was only eighteen and yet he covered in blood from head to toe. Like some sort of twisted baptism." La Rue look like he was in a daze.
"What happens," Valentino asked.
"He was captured by some Middle Eastern terrorist group, along with several soldiers, and he was tortured."
When we arrived to rescue them it was too late, Jacob got free and proceed to slaughter them when his bare hands." La Rue still remembers that scent of all that blood. Pure iron.
"And the other soldiers?"
"All killed but not by Jacob, the terrorist executed them." La Rue breathes a heavy breath. He still regrets not saving the others.
Valentino stroke his chin, "So the torture and death of the other soldiers are what made him what he is?"
La Rue took another breath. "No, what happens awoke whatever he is,"
"Huh?" Valentino raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever he is, it's not something that can be created but born as. He was born like this."
Valentino ponders for a moment. "What is he, Clarence?"
General Clarence La Rue smirked, "Why he the God of War of course."
Valentino chuckled "More like the Terminator."
"Or Rambo." La Rue chuckled as well.
"You know I've never seen Rambo."
La Rue let out a laugh, "You never seen Rambo!?"
"Nope." Valentino laughs a little.
The General began laughing. Valentino then learns that La Rue tried to name his first son Rambo, which would be Rambo La Rur, but his wife was not having it. They agree on Charles.
Eventually, they got tired headed to bed.
Emily Bowman was an independent woman, she lives alone, is a highly paid and well-respected surgeon. She also Graduated at the top of her class and one of the youngest graduating at her school.
And yet to her embarrassment, the pajamas she was wearing were pink Hello Kitty PJs. Her room resembles that of an eight-year-old who loves princesses.
Luckily for her, she had a robe to cover herself.
She could call the base security, but most likely Jacob would disappear before they show up. Bowman didn't sense any hostile emotions.
Like the rest of the Campers at Camp Half-Blood, she was trained to detect blood lust and killing intent to beware of an oncoming attack.
Then again Jacob could be good at hiding his blood lust.
When Bowman enters the kitchen Jacob was sitting patiently with his arms cross. The tea kettle was on the stove.
She pulls out a chair and sat across from him. Like the rest of their meeting, it started quiet and Bowman was the first to talk.
"Why are you here Jacob," her guest took a breath.
"I have a few questions," Jacob said.
"Like what?" She asked. Bowman made sure to keep her breathing steady.
"What do you know?" He asked. Jacob stared right at her. Those powerful eyes invade her.
Bowman has not felt this vulnerable in years.
"K-know about what?" Bowman thought about the bow and arrows she kept in her bedroom closet. She also kept a celestial bronze blade in her office.
Would those weapons even work? Celestial can't hurt let alone kill mortals. It would pass through him harmlessly.
'No, even with a weapon I doubt that I could ever outmaneuver him.' Bowman thought.
Another thing taught at Camp Half-Blood was if your opponent outclasses you it would be best to avoid conflicts. Either find a way around or consider retreating.
But she couldn't avoid him, he was at least two feet away from her.
Jacob continued. "The Olympians."
Bowman's face remains the same. But imagine that in her mind her mental image was of panic with a jaw drop, eyes solid white, panic, and a comical nervous sweatdrop.
'The Olympians! Why did he want to know about them! Does he know that I'm a demigod!' She mentally gasped.
"Well?" He asked.
The tea was slowly heating up. It is a few more minutes till it would be ready.
"Um, the Olympians, well, um, they are myths! Of, of course!" She stuttered.
Jacob let out an annoyed groan. "Lying. It doesn't suit you, Doctor."
He was right. Apollo was the god of many things, one of them being the god of truth. Children of Apollo we're terrible liars.
"Well, how do you I'm lying?" She asked doing her best to remain strong in front of her terrifying, uninvited guest.
"Well, I have been trained to detect signs of lying. Your sweating, you were stuttering and you twitched a little." He said plainly.
"I do?!" She asked. 'Great I twitch when I lie.'
"Two, you referred to the gods as the 'Olympians' instead of the 'the Greek Gods'," He continued.
'He right!' usually half-bloods and denizens of mythical would address the gods as the Olympians. Mortals are the one who calls them the Greek Gods.
"And third at dinner, you choked with I mentioned Ares and you asked me if I favor any of the Olympians, to which I still say no." Jacob finished.
"And what is your question, Jacob?" Bowman asked.
Jacob waited for a second.
"Are they alive? The Olympians?"
Bowman gave a small smile. She finally got an idea of what he wanted and that made her feel better.
But before she said anything the tea kettle began whistling.
FEEEEEEEE!
"May I?" Bowman asked. Jacob nodded and the doctor got, turn off the stove, and set the kettle on the next burner.
"Would you like a cup?" She asked politely.
Jacob grunted. She knew that he meant yes.
She went to the cupboard and took out two teacups and then went to the fridge.
"Would you like any milk or honey?"
Jacob grunted again but she didn't understand.
"Um?"
"No thank you."
Bowman nodded and brought two cups of tea to the table and set one of the cups in front of Jacob.
She added milk and honey in her, she sat back down, blew on her tea to cool it, and had a sip.
Jacob waited patiently, he already broke into her house. He didn't want to interrupt her tea time.
Bowman took another sip and set her cup down. "Jacob, may I ask you a question?"
"Hmmm."
"Alright," she took a deep breath. "Have you ever felt out of place? Like you truly didn't have a place in the world."
Jacob didn't say anything.
"And wasn't A phase like your parents told, but that you are truly the odd one out?" She said.
"My parents died when I was twelve." He responded. "Car crash."
"Oh." Ok, things took a sight left turn but she managed to get back on track.
"Well, um, sorry about your loss, but still that you felt like the world around wasn't as real or truth as you thought?" Bowman was getting into the zone now. "That something unique was hiding and the world around was true-"
"Are the Olympians alive yes or no?" Jacob interrupted.
Bowman felt annoyed, she felt like she had some time to say. But her former patient/guest prefer thing short and simple.
Well, might as well give him what he wants. Plus prolonging this would just be annoying for both sides.
"Yes, the Olympians are alive, and they in live New York City." She did her best to sound serious.
Jacob remains motionless. Then he began shaking, violently. His veins began bulging all across his body. His skin became bright red.
Bowman jumps out of her chair and backs up against the wall. She could feel the heat radiating off his body.
She was paralyzed with fear. It felt like a bomb was about to go off.
"One, two, three, four," Jacob breath in, "one, two, three, four," he breathed out.
"One, two, three, four," Jacob breathed in again. His body stops shaking, his skin return to it pale shade. He breathed out again.
"Aahhh," he looked at Bowman who froze in place. Her rode came undone showing her pajamas, her pink Hello Kitty pajamas.
"What are you wearing?" He raised an eyebrow.
Bowman looks down. Her robe came undone and the Hello Kitty pajamas were revealed.
"Eep!" She closed her robe and tighten it to the point that felt like organs were misplaced. Her face was a bright crimson.
"Ha." Jacob made a noise, a laugh?
The doctor's face was still red and she cautiously made her way back to them and sat back down.
"Jacob? Are you alright?" She could still feel the intense heat lingering in the air.
Jacob picks up his teacup and drinks it in one gulp. Bowman herself took a sip of her tea.
"It, it just a lot to take in." He put his hand to his forehead and let out a sign.
She knew what he was feeling. When she learned she was a demigod her whole world was turn upside down. Knowing that gods and monsters live among her is just overwhelming.
Some demigods ever fainted upon learning the truth.
Jacob tug on his beard. "They live in New York?" He gave her a questioning look.
"Well, yes, you see Greek culture is founder of western civilization and when the western flame, the essence of it move, the Olympians move with it.
The United States is currently the strongest Western civilization and the Olympians move there." Bowman explained.
Jacob continued to stroke his beard, "I see, but why aren't they being actively worship or that fact they have hidden from humanity?"
"Franky I don't why, maybe they don't need worship anymore, but I don't know the reason." Bowman and many other half-blood have this question.
She asked her teacher, the immortal centaur, Chiron before and he said something about their nature and divine law.
But still, it really didn't make sense.
Jacob continues, "How are mortals unaware of the god's presence?"
"That because of mist," Bowman said. "It the very border created to separate the divine world from the mortals."
"Hmmm, the mist?" Jacob said.
"Yes, but there some that can naturally see through it, we called them Clear-Sight."
"We?" Jacob raised his eyebrow again.
'Time for the next grand reveal.' The doctor thought. Her father's side was beginning to show.
"Yes, Jacob, for you see there are those who live between the divine and mortal worlds," Bowman rose from her seat with her arms out.
"They are Demigods, the very children of Gods and I am one of them!"
Jacob just watch ideally
"And my godly parent is-"
"Apollo." Jacob cut her off.
Bowman arms dropped and she just started at him.
"Wow, just wow, you just couldn't just let me have my moment."
"Hmp." That was his response.
Bowman sat back down, she is both embarrassed and upset. All she wanted was a grand reveal.
Here I am! The daughter of the great Apollo!
"How did you know?" She asked sipping her tea.
"You're a doctor, Apollo is the God of healing and medicine, and you just said that you're a demigod."
"Yeah, I walk into that one didn't I."
Bowman said. She finished off her tea.
"Would you like another cup?"
"No thanks."
Bowman refills her teacup. She trying how to figure out how to tell him about Camp half-blood.
"Who created the Mist?" Jacob asked, "Can it be controlled?"
"The Goddess Hecate is the one who created it, it creates illusion or manipulation memories. But only magical being can control it."
Jacob crossed his arms. "Hmmp."
He then cracked his neck a little.
"Are there more demigods?"
"Yes, tons of us." Bowman sighed, "And it a difficult life we live." There was sadness in her eyes. Several bad memories resurface in her consciousness.
Jacob notice this, he waited for her to continue.
"You don't fit in, your godly parent never visit you, and the monsters... Every second your looking over your shoulder." She rubbed her forehead.
"Monsters," Jacob said
"Yep, monsters can smell or sense our divine side and will kill us without a second thought. We can't even use phones or computer because it basically calling every monster to come and get you."
"You have a computer." He said.
"Yeah, there specially made."
"How have you survive this long?" Jacob asked.
"There is a place for us to be trained to survive and fight, it is called Camp Half-Blood, it a summer camp that demigods go to train and learn to survive and live normal lives."
Jacob stared. "The training ground for the children of the Olympians is a summer camp?"
Bowman smiled. "Hey it fun, so many activities, make friends, smores, learn ancient sword fighting."
"Hmmm." Was Jacob respond.
"Jacob, I think your a demigod. You c have some knowledge about the Olympians and ever address them as such and your clearly stronger than any mortal."
Jacob was quiet.
Then he stood up. "I need to think, thank you for your time Doctor, I apologize for breaking into your house." He walk out of the kitchen and to the front door.
"Jacob, wait." Bowman follows him.
"I can give Camp Halfblood location, maybe if you go there, you, you might find what you are looking for."
Jacob's hand was on the doorknob. "Thank you, Doctor, you have helped me."
He opens the door.
"Wait, Jacob, one more thing, how did you get into my house, did you pick a lock or window?" Bowman asked curiosity.
Jacob opens the door, "No, you left the door unlocked."
Bowman jaw drop. Was she asking to be rob or murder?
"Oh, I see, well good night Jacob I will see you tomorrow."
"Good night Doctor."
Jacob left and closed the foot behind him.
Bowman locked the door and look out the window. Jacob was no where to be seen.
She suddenly felt tired and saw the time. Time for bed.
Bowman made sure that all her doors and windows were locked and then head to bed.
She hope that she help him, she did. But something felt that something was off about Jacob.
Today was a very long day.
Jacob had a lot on his mind. He went for a nighttime walk on beach far from the base.
The Olympians we're alive.
Ancient rage awoke.
The stars were beautiful tonight. The wave crashing against the shore was a peaceful melody.
The hatred in his heart grew.
He found a cliff side cave that had been shape from hundred of thousands of wind and water craving it.
Jacob went inside and rub his hand the cave walls. Surprisingly smooth.
He went in deeper. Judging by the ground the tide usually comes in a certain point.
He stopped. He couldn't hold it in anymore.
Jacob eyes went from amber to a reddish-gold.
His muscle tighten, pure, raw anger leak from his being.
"RAAAHHH!" He roared and slammed his fist into the wall.
BAM!
The entire cliff collapsed. Thousands of tons of stone fell on top of the warrior and he was buried.
The force of the collapse even pushes back the water.
Jacob rigged himself free and stood on top of what remained of the cliff. His clothes were ruined, but otherwise, he was unscathed.
He knew what his goal was now.
Find the Olympians and find how they survive.
And to find out how he was still alive.
Gods of Olympus, the Bane has returned. And nothing will stop him.