A/N: Hallo everybody this is my 2nd chapter for this book. I hope you enjoy it and please review to help me get better. Thanks.
Grover led me to Mr. Brunner for some reason, but I didn't say anything since I trusted him.
"Sir, I think it's time he knows. He's been suspecting something fishy, and I can't hold it any longer."
I raised an eyebrow These bastards have been keeping secrets about my own life and what weird occurrences are happening to me.
"Are you talking about the fact about how I'm a son of Poseidon and the bat attack thing?"
Grover stammered, "Y-y-y-yyy-you already knew?"
I snorted. "Duh! I can talk to fishies who love me, and I feel like Superman when I'm in water. Also I know a fucking dead language for absolutely no reason."
Mr. Brunner raised his eyebrow. "Well that is enlightening. What else do you know Blaze?"
"Actually Mr. Brunner I have a question for you and Grover. Where the hell do both of you fit in, in this mythos world and who the fuck was that stinky old hag?"
"My dear boy I am not Mr. Brunner, but Chiron and Grover is a satyr, half-goat and half-man. Also what attacked you was a Fury a minion of Lord Hades'."
I blinked in surprise. "You're talking Chiron the guy who trained Hercules and Theseus type of Chiron right?" I questioned.
"Yes."
I punched the air. "I knew there was a reason you were my favourite teacher." I cackled mischievously.
"Blaze your just gonna forget about me?"
"Grover what would you be more excited about a thousand-year-old centaur teacher who has taught the greatest heroes of all time or having a satyr for a friend?"
"I see your point."
Mr. Brunner tiredly sighed.
"This situation has become much more complicated that it should be. Mr. Jackson please return home… and your mother shall inform you of what is to occur next and introduce you to the mythological world."
"One thing Chiron, why did you keep the Greek world a secret for me for so long? It's so cool! The second coolest person on Earth should know at least!" I chirped
"There are some things I cannot tell you my boy… you will know at camp." I raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Suddenly my ADHD mind latched on to the word 'camp'.
"Wait there is a camp for demigods? Sweet! Chiron what are everybody's fears cos' I wanna prank 'em." I said grinning with a shit-eating smile on my face.
"Are you sure your not a child of Hermes?" Grover drawled.
"Shut up goat-boy! I'll give you a demonstration if you want!"
Grover paled in fright. "N-nn-n-no thanks." He bleated nervously.
"Anyway I'll be heading home now. Thanks Chiron and Mr. Tumnus!"
"Yeah, thanks Bla- HEY GET BACK HERE!" Grover shouted.
I ran off and Grover chased me. During all this I was cackling like a mad man thinking of new names for Grover. From deep within my brain I remembered satyr's can eat like anything and love nature soo.
"Hey Grover, what about this one, The Bane of Tin Cans or Average Australian Kid!"
After that fiasco we boarded the coach and went back to Nancy Academy where I packed and got ready to leave. Me and the Bane of Tin Cans (a.k.a Grover) got a taxi in the same Greyhound and went back in the city and were heading towards the apartment.
Suddenly, there was a huge grinding noise under our feet.
Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs.
The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over to the side of the highway. After a few minutes clanking around in the engine com-partment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover and I filed outside with everybody else.
We were on a stretch of country road-no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway was nothing but maple trees and litter from pass-ing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with afternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.
The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of bloodred cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice.
There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen. I mean these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks.
The lady on the right knitted one of them. The lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.
All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, bony arms sticking out of bleached cotton dresses
However frankly I didn't care about that, I did care about the mouth watering fruits on the table.
I made my way towards them and when I was about 3 feet away Grover came in front of me and cried, "Blaze, no!"
He grabbed onto my arm and said "Blaze we have to leave! Let's get back on the bus! Now!"
"Hell no!" I yelped. "You serious, man? It's not fixed yet, the driver told us to fuck off and it smells like rotten eggs. Please." He sniffed. "Besides what are you scared of you scaredy-cat? They're just 3 old looking ladies. Selling really good-looking food. Oi," I said to the lady that held the basket of yarn. "What's the cost?"
The woman raised an eyebrow at him, as if wondering who the hell he was. I thought, perhaps, that it was because they didn't get many customers despite the good-looking food—I felt weird when approaching them, like my body wanted to get the fuck away, but my stomach wanted to food. I listened to his stomach. Though, it felt like these ladies knew me... It was a bit creepy.
"Fifty cents a fruit," she spoke in a raspy voice, like she'd never heard of water before in her long-looking life. "Though, you can get a handful of the cherries for the same, and the cider. We also offer fortune-telling..." Grover looked about to pass out. I waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, I'm good. Don't like that crap, no offense. It's my future, and I'll make it whatever I want it to be. I ain't gonna have anyone tell me what's gonna happen. Prophecy shit and all that can go die in a hole. My life, y'know?" He raised an eyebrow, and held up an apricot, an apple, plum, and peach in one hand, and two bags—one of cherries, and a smaller one of walnuts—in the other. "And I'll take three cups of that cider, yeah?"
The three women had stopped knitting sometime while I was talking and were now staring at me. The middle one smiled. "Your life, yes. That will be $5.50. Pleasure to do business. We don't get many customers, Blaze Jackson."
I stared at them for a second, surprised, then decided that it was just an old lady thing. Still, how had they known me name? "I don't see why," I mused. "This fruit looks awesome, yeah."
The lady knitting the left sock nodded, humming as she filled three bottles with cider, while the lady on the right scoped up some ice. "Yes. This fruit gives you power. We are interested that you are the only one who welcomes it like this. You can change fate—this fate," the lady in the middle hefted up the largest pair of scissors that Riker had yet to lay eyes on and snipped a strand of the thread as he watched, interested, "you can change."
"Yeah, sure thing!" I waved as he pushed his purchase into Grover's trembling hands, and reached for the bottles of cider, exchanging money with the lady in the middle. These ladies weirded me out, a bit, but I liked the conversation we had. They weren't too bad, like some old people I met. The lady holding the basket handed him their card, and I dragged Grover away, waving cheerfully.
When they reached the other side of the road again, Riker snapped his eyes to Grover, who was white and shaking. "What, you got grandma-phobia or some shit?" I asked. "Chillax, Grover! I got food, see? You like food!"
"No, Blaze, y-you don't understan—"
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment.
The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life. The passengers cheered., and Riker pumped a fist into the air, grinning. "Whoohoo!"
"Darn right!" Yelled the driver in response, and the passengers laughed. The man slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"
A/N: Welp that's it! Bet you were hoping for the Minotaur fight too. Sorry I can't I'm too lazy XD. Hopefully the next chapter is longer!
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