Mortal Among Gods
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Washington
Ezekiel, extending a courteous greeting to the Olympians, received a spectrum of reactions in return. Some arched their brows, others displayed faint amusement or intrigued smiles, while the rest maintained inscrutable expressions. The chamber was alive with the presence of the divine, each Olympian god and goddess occupying their majestic thrones, their radiance casting a glow that filled the room. Zeus, the king of Olympus, loomed large in his mighty platinum throne at the center. His presence was awe-inspiring, his eyes like stormy heavens, and his beard as grand as the peaks of the mountain itself. His voice held the resonance of thunder as he addressed the gathering.
"My esteemed gods and goddesses of Olympus, we have convened upon the request of my daughter, Artemis," he began, his words carrying an air of authority that commanded the attention of all. "She brings forth a matter of great urgency…" Zeus's eyes then flickered toward the conspicuously vacant seat at the far-right end of the arrangement or Zeus left.
"Hermes why is Dionysus still not here?" he queried, a note of annoyance in his tone.
Hermes offered an explanation, his demeanor respectful. "Well Father, when I arrived at his office in Camp Half-Blood, he said he was quite busy as something troubling happened and when I questioned him, he just told me that he will explain in the meeting."
Zeus heaved a resigned sigh. "Very well, we shall proceed without Dionysus," he decreed, then returned his focus to Ezekiel, who sat there with an eager yet respectful countenance, marveling at the assembly of Greek gods and goddesses. Throughout the chamber, the Olympians manifested in diverse forms, each a reflection of their unique domains and personas. Ares, the god of war, sat with a gleaming bronze helmet by his side, while Athena, the goddess of wisdom, projected an aura of serene intellect. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, emanated a beauty that seemed to imbue the very air with an entrancing allure.
Ezekiel, by discerning the distinct characteristics of each deity, identified them one by one. Beginning from his left at the end of the thrones, there was Aphrodite, followed by Hephaestus, then Ares, Athena, Demeter, Hera, Zeus, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Hermes, and finally, at the far-right end, where Dionysus should have been.
"Artemis please report on what you have discovered and what it has to do with this mortal here?" Zeus addressed Artemis, Artemis, her silver eyes holding the room's attention, began her report with an air of determination. "Father," Artemis began, her voice clear and resolute, "I undertook the mission you assigned to me, tracking a harpy under your service that had gone rogue. However, upon catching up to the creature, I sensed an unsettling disarray within its mind. It had been attacking random mortals without any coherent purpose. In an effort to save one of these mortals, whom I initially believed to be a demigod, I terminated the harpy's life. Yet, to my surprise, I later discovered that the mortal in question was not a demigod but a regular human boy."
She paused, and Zeus, his countenance stern, interjected with a question. "Do you know what caused my harpy to act so feral, especially towards a mere human?"
Artemis continued, "At first, I was uncertain. However, when I questioned the mortal and realized he posed no threat, another monstrous entity materialized abruptly. It too exhibited the same feral corruption as the harpy, with fiery, glowing eyes. Of note, the manticore seemed to exert an influence over me, causing fatigue, confusion, and weakness with prolonged proximity. It was only with the mortal's unexplainable ability—a commanding voice that compelled the manticore to stand still—that I managed to end the beast by severing its head. Subsequently, I found the mortal, whom I had saved, lying unconscious on the ground." Some of the Olympians gave Ezekiel a look before returning their attention back to Artemis.
Artemis recounted her actions with a measured tone. "I took him to a safe location and maintained a vigilant watch, unsure of his intentions and intrigued by the power he displayed. Strangely, we encountered no further threats from monsters. The mortal eventually awakened and recounted an encounter with a dark entity in his mind or outside his body. He believed this entity to be the source of corruption for both the harpy and the manticore. This revelation prompted my decision to bring him to Olympus, in the hope of unraveling this emerging threat. Yet, as we ascended the mountain, something extraordinary occurred: the mortal experienced a vision—a vision he claims to have had once before, just prior to entering the throne room." Zeus, his imposing presence felt throughout the chamber, listened intently to Artemis's account, his eyes focused on the mortal in their midst. The Olympians, each exuding their divine aura, maintained their silence, their expressions ranging from curiosity to concern.
"What is your name mortal?" Zeus spoke out only for Ezekiel to jump a little from the god's booming voice.
"Ezekiel, ah… Ezekiel Washington." He said and Zeus, his gaze still locked onto Ezekiel, continued to question him. "Ezekiel Washington, you have entered the sacred realm of Olympus bearing visions of great import. Share with us what you have seen."
Ezekiel took a deep breath, his nervousness palpable in the presence of the divine. Nevertheless, he began to recount the vivid images that had seared themselves into his mind.
"In the first vision," Ezekiel started, his voice unwavering, "I stood on the precipice of a realm bathed in grandeur. Before me, a sword of radiant light was driven into the ground, its brilliance illuminating the heavens. The power it exuded was beyond mortal comprehension. But beneath this splendor, I sensed an undercurrent of foreboding. Whispers of conflict and malevolent forces loomed, hidden within the sword's radiance. Shadowy figures moved in the background; their intentions concealed in darkness."
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Within this vision, a chorus of voices spoke cryptic words, revealing a prophecy that echoed deep within me: 'When the Holy Lance of light shall rise, its brilliance shall ignite the spark of war. From realms of old and pantheons beyond, the coveters shall clash, and the mortal world shall tremble. A tapestry of fate shall unfurl, and a chosen soul shall stand at the crossroads, a mortal bridge between the divine and the mundane.'"
Zeus's thunderous brows furrowed, absorbing the weight of Ezekiel's words. The Olympians exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern, in case for Ares excitement hearing the part of "the spark of war".
Ezekiel continued, "In the second vision, I found myself peering into Olympus, but it was a realm consumed by turmoil, fire, and devastation. The celestial city had transformed into a nightmarish battleground, shrouded in an eerie, apocalyptic light. The majestic palaces and structures that had once graced Olympus now crumbled under the relentless onslaught."
He took a deep breath, the memories of the vision still vivid in his mind. "Amid this chaos, one figure stood out—a harbinger of darkness. This entity wielded the very same accursed spear that had haunted my first vision. Suspended by his neck was Zeus, the king of the gods, his divine countenance twisted in pain and helplessness. In a single, ruthless motion, the figure struck down Zeus with the spear, extinguishing his divine essence."
Ezekiel's gaze shifted to the empty throne at the end of the arrangement, where Dionysus should have been. "A chorus of voices echoed in my mind, delivering a dire warning: 'One year hence, the very land upon which you now stand shall face devastation at the hands of the serpent. Ultimately, this serpent shall lay claim to the Spear of Destiny, born of the cataclysmic conflict. Only a chosen soul, aided by one native to the mighty mountain of Greece, can stand against the impending ruin of their home and family.'"
As Ezekiel finished recounting his visions, a heavy silence descended upon the chamber, broken only by the crackling of the central hearth's flames. Zeus momentarily lowered his gaze, lost in contemplation, before returning his stern attention to Apollo, who stood poised, awaiting his father's words. "Apollo," Zeus began, and Apollo responded promptly, "Yes, Father."
Zeus raised a thought-provoking question, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "Why has your gift of prophecy not foretold something as dire as the impending war and the potential downfall of Olympus?"
Apollo's countenance remained steadfast as he replied, "Father, neither I nor the Oracle have received any prophecies related to the destruction of Olympus. If such a dire vision existed, the Oracle would have undoubtedly conveyed it to all of us."
Zeus slowly turned his head back towards Ezekiel, his stormy eyes fixed upon the mortal. "Ezekiel, if that is indeed your name," Zeus began to address him directly, his tone a blend of suspicion and curiosity, "Your presence here is surrounded by an aura of strangeness. My daughter encountering you after the corruption of one of my harpies, followed by a sudden monster attack on her. Your mysterious power coming to aid her, and then the appearance of a dark entity, offering you a proposal, one you claim to have refused."
Zeus paused, his gaze drilling into Ezekiel's soul. "Yet, you managed to persuade my daughter to bring you to Olympus, where you promptly experienced another prophetic vision, one you initially seemed reluctant to share until circumstances compelled you to reveal it. These events raise questions, mortal, questions that demand answers."
Artemis attempted to interject, her voice filled with urgency as she tried to explain, "Father! This mortal did not persuade me to bring him to Olympus. I—"
Zeus, however, raised his mighty hand, silencing Artemis. He fixed his stern gaze on Ezekiel and spoke with a mix of suspicion and apprehension, "If neither Apollo nor the Oracle have delivered a prophecy of such magnitude as the one you present, mortal, then why should we place trust in your words? Perhaps you harbor sinister intentions, maybe you are the very threat you claim to seek protection from."
Ezekiel's eyes widened, and his mouth hung agape in disbelief at the implication. He quickly gathered his thoughts and spoke earnestly, addressing Zeus with respect, "Sir, Lord Zeus, I assure you I have no hidden agenda. I came here seeking answers or a cure for whatever is happening to me. Artemis saved my life, and despite my longing to return to my family, I understood her concerns and chose to accompany her."
He continued, his voice unwavering, "Please, believe me when I say that I have no part in the world of the supernatural, Greek gods, or any other deities out there. I give you my solemn word, on my name, Ezekiel Washington, and on my grandfather's life."
Just as Zeus was about to respond to Ezekiel's earnest plea, a sudden flash of light erupted at the conspicuously vacant throne at the far-right end of the assembly. Dionysus, the god of wine and revelry, appeared with an air of tardiness and dishevelment that contrasted with the formality of the divine gathering.
Zeus, while visibly annoyed by the unexpected interruption, addressed his son with a stern expression, "Dionysus, you are late. Explain the reason for your tardiness."
Dionysus, appearing somewhat grumpy but maintaining respect for his father, spoke quickly, "Father, I apologize for my delay, but I bring grave news. Camp Half-Blood has been attacked. A massive explosion occurred at the heart of the camp, resulting in significant damage to several buildings and injuries to a number of demigods."
The news of the attack on Camp Half-Blood sent shockwaves through the assembly of Olympians. Faces that had previously borne expressions ranging from curiosity to suspicion were now marked by genuine surprise and concern. This was a matter that seemed to transcend their current discussion.
Zeus, his earlier annoyance now eclipsed by anger, demanded, "How did this happen, and who is responsible?"
Dionysus responded, "Father, it seems to have come out of nowhere. There were no reports of approaching monsters or any beings coming in or out of the camp. It was as if the attack materialized suddenly, catching everyone off guard."
The Olympians exchanged glances; their expressions filled with uncertainty. This was a development none of them had foreseen, and it added a layer of urgency to the already pressing matters at hand. Zeus, the king of Olympus, contemplated the situation, his stormy eyes filled with a mixture of anger and concern, as he prepared to address the next course of action Zeus fixed his gaze on Ezekiel once more, his eyes holding a hint of suspicion.
"All of this seems to be some kind of plan, wouldn't you say, mortal?" Zeus inquired, his voice heavy with skepticism.
"Sir, I had no involvement with this camp, and I've never even heard of a place called Camp Half-Blood before!" Ezekiel pleaded earnestly, his desperation evident. Artemis, unwavering in her support, interjected, "Father, I was with him the whole time, and not once did I sense anything amiss from the mortal."
Zeus turned his attention to the other Olympians, his demeanor grave as he posed a question to the entire assembly.
"Any other thoughts?" He sought the input of the gods and goddesses, inviting their insights into the perplexing situation.
The chamber of the gods lay enveloped in a profound silence as Zeus's inquiry lingered in the air, a question that beckoned contemplation from each Olympian deity. The expressions adorning their divine visages ranged from intense curiosity to genuine concern. In this hallowed assembly, the voices of the gods echoed in succession.
Athena, the goddess of wisdom, was the first to articulate her insights. Her words resonated with the profound intellect that characterized her. "I perceive no deception in the mortal's utterances. Though his circumstances are unusual, it is plausible that he is but a pawn in a more intricate design."
Aphrodite, the goddess of love, contributed her perspective with a voice that carried an enchanting quality, though her words held a touch of critique. "The mortal's charm may be limited, and his charisma lacking, but intriguingly, my domain fails to reveal the true contents of his heart. I shall hold any trust for someone who can't be swayed by me."
Ares, the god of war, shared his perspective with an undercurrent of caution. "The mortal displayed commendable courage, and his dominion over the manticore is undeniably impressive. However. It is conceivable that this could be an artful ruse to infiltrate our power so let's not let the brat leave."
Hermes, the messenger of the gods, added a pragmatic viewpoint to the discourse. "While unconventional, it is not beyond the realm of possibility for a mortal to possess such abilities. Furthermore, I appreciate his willingness to engage with us even though it is taking me away from my work."
Poseidon, the god of the sea, echoed Hermes's sentiments, offering his nod of approval. "Indeed, I concur with Hermes. It speaks volumes that a mortal, despite his initial trepidation, ventured into our domain. He strikes me as an overall commendable individual."
Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, voiced her thoughts with a tone as nurturing as the earth she presided over. "There exists a sense of innocence in the mortal's narrative. We ought to consider the possibility that he is a victim in this situation."
Apollo, the god of prophecy, adopted a contemplative posture. "It is strange that my oracles failed to foretell these events and even slightly suspicious. Yet, if my dear little sister places her trust in this mortal and vouches for him, then I too extend my trust." He punctuated his affirmation with a cheerful grin and an irreverent thumbs-up, seemingly impervious to Artemis's disapproving glare that stemmed from his referring to her as his "little sister."
The gaze of Zeus traversed his divine family, each opinion contributing to a multifaceted mosaic of perspectives. Eventually, his scrutiny returned to Ezekiel, his countenance retaining a measure of skepticism.
"Very well," Zeus conceded, his voice resonating with authority, "We shall put the matter to a vote. It shall determine whether we place our trust in this mortal or perceive him as a potential threat that needs to be dealt with." Ezekiel stood still, his heart filled with fear and a silent prayer to the God his grandfather believed in. "Maybe," he thought, "that God is real too."
The Olympian gods began to cast their votes, raising their hands either in favor or against the mortal. Hephaestus, Athena, Demeter, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, and Hermes raised their hands in favor of Ezekiel. However, Aphrodite, Ares, Hera, Zeus, and Dionysus chose not to.
"We have a majority," Zeus declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "We Olympians will place our trust in you, Ezekiel Washington."
Athena then spoke up, addressing Ezekiel's prophecy, "But the prophecy you shared suggests the need for a chosen soul, one who can not only save Olympus but also someone from our world to aid them."
Ezekiel stepped forward, standing tall and resolute, "I may be just a human, as you rightly pointed out, but these visions are connected to me. I should undertake this mission because I might be able to find that chosen person and prevent all of you from perishing."
Zeus, leaning forward, asked, "Why? You've only just discovered our existence, and you are not a part of our world."
Ezekiel replied earnestly, "I simply don't want anyone to lose something precious to them, no matter how great, flawed, good, or evil it might be. Even though you are not my gods, you are gods to someone, and perhaps I can find that chosen person, become normal again, and return to my family in peace, without the guilt of knowing someone who holds you dear has lost you."
Zeus was surprised by Ezekiel's words, and a slight smile crept onto his face. The other gods and goddesses were equally moved by his sincerity.
"Very well, mortal," Zeus conceded, "your speech was compelling. However, even if I permit you to confront this impending danger on behalf of the gods, I remain uncertain about your safety."
Artemis responded without hesitation, "I will go, Father."
Zeus was taken aback by Artemis's unexpected offer to accompany Ezekiel on his mission. The silence in the chamber grew palpable as all eyes turned to the goddess of the hunt.
Zeus finally broke the silence, his voice laced with surprise. "Artemis, you're well aware of our ancient divine laws, which restrict our interference in the mortal world."
Artemis maintained her unwavering gaze on her father. "I understand, Father, but in this case, we aren't violating those laws by intervening in the entire mortal world. We're simply dealing with one mortal who has inexplicably found himself in our world without any interfering. Moreover, his prophecy suggests that someone from the mighty mountain of Greece will aid the chosen individual."
Dionysus, despite his reluctance to participate in this gathering, chimed in with his opinion. "Well, why not send a demigod instead of a god, much less an Olympian goddess such as yourself Artemis." Apollo, attempting to persuade Artemis otherwise, concurred, "I have to agree with Dionysus. I fail to comprehend why you trust this mortal's prophecy. It doesn't explicitly request a god's presence, just someone native to our world."
Artemis met their skepticism with a steadfast response. "I understand your concerns, but the prophecy specifies a 'native of Olympus,' not just a connection to or affiliation with it. Can any of you honestly say that a demigod truly feels at home on Mount Olympus? They follow their mortal parent's heritage and live on their native soil."
Hera, observing the conversation, finally voiced her thoughts. "Why not choose a minor god or even a nymph to assist this peculiar mortal? Why must it be you?"
Artemis responded confidently, "Because of my extensive experience in the mortal world, second only to Hermes, and my unparalleled tracking skills. I believe I can fulfill the prophecy's timeline, resolving this within a year."
After considering his daughter's arguments, Zeus looked to Artemis and delivered his final decision. "Artemis, having listened to your reasoning and pondered the matter, I have decided to permit you to assist this mortal, Ezekiel, in locating the chosen individual and aiding them in preventing our supposed destruction." Artemis nodded, acknowledging her father's decision.
With Zeus's final decision made, he ceremoniously closed the meeting, his powerful presence commanding the departure of the gods and goddesses. One by one, they vanished in bursts of radiant light, leaving behind only Zeus, Artemis, and Ezekiel in the grand chamber.
Zeus turned his gaze towards Ezekiel, a final gesture of acknowledgment. "You may stay in Olympus for the day, mortal, to rest," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. "Artemis will escort you to a guest house where you can find comfort."
As Zeus disappeared in a brilliant display of lightning, the chamber transformed from a bustling assembly of divine beings into a serene, almost mystical space. Only Artemis and Ezekiel remained, the weight of the decision and the impending mission hanging in the air.
Artemis, returning to her normal size, gracefully descended from her imposing throne, and approached Ezekiel with an air of determination. She gestured for him to follow as she made her way towards the chamber's exit. The two walked side by side through the magnificent halls of Olympus, the divine architecture surrounding them.
Ezekiel couldn't help but express his gratitude, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I'm truly thankful for the trust and belief you and the other Olympians have placed in me and this quest. It means a lot."
Artemis turned to Ezekiel as they walked through the divine halls, her expression thoughtful. "I wouldn't say the gods have placed their full trust in this quest, or that it's their highest priority," she began, catching Ezekiel's attention. He looked genuinely surprised.
"Really? Then, their vote was for..." Ezekiel began, curiosity lacing his words.
Artemis continued, "The vote was more about you as an individual rather than the certainty of your predictions. My father, Zeus, played with the idea because of what happened to his harpy and the concerns I voiced. At most, he might have sent a demigod to investigate for a day or two. If nothing substantial had surfaced, he would have gladly moved on to other matters, like the Great Prophecy."
Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had hoped for more significance in that meeting, but it seemed he hadn't received the resounding endorsement he'd imagined. This raised another question in Ezekiel's mind.
"Oh... Then why were you so determined to assist me and support my claims? After all, you had every reason to doubt me, and I'm just a mortal kid," he pondered aloud. Artemis stopped at a vantage point overlooking both Mount Olympus and Manhattan, leaning against a marble railing. Ezekiel stood a few feet away, keenly interested in her response.
"For most of our time together, you appeared to be an honorable mortal," Artemis began, her gaze distant as she remembered their interactions. "Yet, I had my suspicions, suspicions that you might be something more, perhaps not by choice. I remained cautious. Then, during your prophecy, something unexpected happened. When you emerged from that trance, you gazed at me and I was in a defensive stance, and it wasn't just the glow in your eyes that made me step back. It was something else."
Artemis placed her arms on the marble rail, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "I felt power—a power like nothing I've ever encountered in my life. It almost made me feel insignificant, like a mere human, rather than the mighty Olympian I usually am. Please don't misunderstand; it wasn't you who posed a threat. It was a presence surrounding you as if it had taken control of you, or perhaps it had always been there but had chosen that moment to reveal itself."
Ezekiel leaned closer, his arms also resting on the marble rail. "Tell me more," he urged.
Artemis continued, her voice contemplative. "Apart from the overwhelming power, I sensed an immense peace. It was as if this presence harbored no ill intent toward me. Instead, the power seemed to be at peace within itself. To be honest, it startled me."
Ezekiel couldn't help but wonder why Artemis hadn't mentioned this during the meeting. "Then why didn't you reveal this during the meeting?" he asked.
Artemis chuckled briefly, her voice carrying a hint of irony. "If I had told my father that I felt a presence within you, a presence more powerful than both of us, the votes would have been even more against you than it already was."
Ezekiel absorbed Artemis's revelation, his mind racing with questions and possibilities. The presence she described sounded both powerful and enigmatic, yet its peaceful nature left him puzzled.
"So, this presence, it's with me, or within me?" Ezekiel asked, trying to grasp the nature of this entity.
Artemis shook her head slightly. "I can't say for certain. It was around you, enveloping you, but whether it resides within you or is connected to you in some other way, I can't determine."
Ezekiel couldn't help but feel mixed on what he just heard. This presence, whatever it was, had led him to this moment. He recalled the visions he'd experienced, the cryptic messages, and the weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon him.
"And what about the visions?" Ezekiel inquired. "Do you think this presence is responsible for them?"
Artemis nodded. "It's a possibility. Your visions seem connected to this powerful presence in some manner, but the exact nature of that connection remains a mystery."
As they continued their conversation, Artemis's silver eyes never left the breathtaking vista before them. The sprawling city of Manhattan lay far below, bathed in the soft hues of twilight.
Ezekiel considered Artemis's words carefully. The Olympians had placed their tentative trust in him, despite the uncertainties surrounding his visions and the entity tied to them. It was a lot to take in, and the weight of their expectations pressed upon him.
Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with determination. "Artemis, I don't fully understand what's happening, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help you and your family. I'll find this chosen soul and aid them in any way I can. But I'll need your guidance, your knowledge of the mythical world, and your experience to navigate this mission."
Artemis turned her gaze from the cityscape to Ezekiel, her expression more serious now. "I will do my best to assist you, Ezekiel. But remember, my world can be treacherous, and our involvement must remain discreet. The fate of Olympus may hinge on our success."
Ezekiel nodded, acknowledging the gravity of their undertaking. "I understand, Artemis. I'll follow your lead and trust your judgment."
With a shared understanding, they left the vantage point and continued their journey through Olympus, As Ezekiel and Artemis traversed through the divine realm of Olympus, they eventually arrived at the guest house where Ezekiel would be staying during his time in this mystical world. The sight that greeted them was awe-inspiring.
The guest house, while resembling a home from ancient Greece, still bore a sense of ethereal beauty. Its exterior walls were crafted from gleaming white marble, an architectural marvel that seemed to blend seamlessly with the heavenly surroundings. It was a fusion of the mortal world's historical grandeur and the divine essence of Olympus.
Artemis led Ezekiel inside, and the interior was no less impressive. The living room exuded an inviting warmth, with comfortable furniture arranged around an intricately carved coffee table, and a small kitchen that was part of it as well. A soft glow emanated from delicate crystal sconces mounted on the walls, casting a gentle radiance throughout the space.
The bedroom was adorned with opulent fabrics, a large bed draped in rich linens taking center stage. The bathroom, though more modest in size compared to the living area, still boasted modern amenities with a touch of ancient elegance.
Ezekiel couldn't help but be in awe of the guest house's design, a harmonious blend of the mortal world's comforts and the divine aesthetics of Olympus.
Artemis gestured toward the living room. "This will be your sanctuary during your stay, Ezekiel. Here, you can rest, gather your thoughts, and prepare for the journey ahead."
Ezekiel, still marveling at his surroundings, offered a grateful smile. "Thank you, Artemis. This is... incredible."
The goddess nodded, her silver eyes reflecting a hint of satisfaction. "You are our guest; it is our pleasure to provide you with a place of respite. Tomorrow I shall come by early in the morning at seven sharp be ready by then, we will discuss our plan further and begin our journey." Ezekiel only nods, still distracted by the nice place he gets to stay for the day in.
With that, Artemis left Ezekiel to settle into his newfound sanctuary. As he explored the intricacies of the guest house, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had embarked on a journey unlike any other, where ancient legends and modern mysteries converged in the heart of Olympus. Ezekiel, after familiarizing himself with the guest house, ventured onto the porch. The view that greeted him was nothing short of breathtaking. From his vantage point on Mount Olympus, he watched as the sun slowly ascended in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across the divine realm. It was a stark contrast to the wild night he had experienced, battling both a harpy and manticore, and conversing with Olympian gods.
As he stood there, the weight of his newfound responsibilities settled upon him. He was now part of an extraordinary quest, seeking a person of unknown identity in a world steeped in mythology and mystery. The enormity of the task ahead, coupled with the absence of concrete answers, left him feeling both bewildered and determined.
Thoughts of his family, back home, flooded his mind. He missed them deeply, their faces and voices a comforting memory amidst the divine strangeness of Olympus. He longed for the simple joys of home, the familiarity of his surroundings, and the warmth of his loved ones.
Fatigue washed over him like a tide. It had been a whirlwind of a night, filled with wonder. With the day's sunlight gently caressing him, Ezekiel decided that, for now, he needed rest. He knew that the journey ahead would be demanding, filled with uncertainties and challenges.
With a weary but resolute heart, Ezekiel retreated into the guest house. He found the bedroom, its luxurious bed inviting him to surrender to sleep. As he lay down, he hoped that, in the embrace of dreams, he might find some guidance, clarity, or perhaps even a connection to the mysterious chosen soul he was destined to aid. Falling into a deep sleep, Ezekiel was finally for a moment at peace. his mind descended into the depths of a dream that felt unlike any he had experienced before. It was as if he had crossed a threshold into another realm, a realm where the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred.
In this dream, he found himself standing before a majestic white obelisk. Its surface was pristine, bathed in an ethereal glow that seemed to originate from within. At the base of the obelisk, a deep red door materialized, adorned with a window covered by thick curtains. The contrast between the pristine white and the enigmatic red was mesmerizing.
Ezekiel watched with rapt attention as the door slowly creaked open, revealing a symbol etched in red upon its surface. The symbol featured a hand, its palm adorned with a striking eye at its center. The hand pointed downward with its fingers spread equally apart from each other, and behind it, angelic wings spread wide, as if poised to take flight.
The symbol radiated an inexplicable sense of power and purpose. It seemed to beckon him; its meaning shrouded in mystery yet undeniably compelling. Ezekiel's gaze remained fixed on the symbol, the vision etching itself into his memory.
As the dream unfolded, he felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to step through the threshold presented by the open door, and to explore the secrets that lay beyond. Once again, he hears the chorus sing out to him as echoes his mind.
"At the heart of a nation lies the truth your heart desires, yet not in the guise your conscious desires seek. It will guide you towards the last embers of a once-mighty pillar of fire, and that ember will be the one you are looking for to reveal the face of the chosen soul, the anointed man. Then, amidst the trails of the moon, and a son of God shall rise."
Ezekiel awoke from the vivid vision, his sense of time disrupted. Gazing toward the alarm clock, he discovered it was 5 in the morning on the following day. It surprised him that he had slumbered for an entire day. Rising from his bed in his boxer shorts, he approached the window. Outside, the night sky unfolded, an unusual sight for New York City where stars were often obscured by the city lights. However, here on Mount Olympus, they shone with unparalleled clarity.
As Ezekiel gazed at the sparkling stars, his mind continued to churn with thoughts of his recent vision. He tried to decipher its meaning, to make sense of the cryptic message it had delivered. However, he realized that he needed more information and guidance before he could fully understand its significance. Pushing these thoughts aside, he decided to focus on the present.
He spent the next couple of hours getting ready, making sure he was prepared for whatever lay ahead. Just as the clock struck seven, Artemis arrived at his guest house. She raised her hand, about to knock and call out his name, but then something caught her attention—the tantalizing aroma of food. Curiosity piqued, she decided to open the door and was greeted by the sight of Ezekiel bustling around the kitchen.
There, before her, was a delightful breakfast spread: buttermilk pancakes, eggs, bacon, and crispy hash browns. Artemis couldn't help but be impressed by Ezekiel's culinary skills. Not only was he up early, but he had also prepared a hearty meal. As she observed him, she noticed that he had changed into new clothes, wearing black cargo pants paired with a white T-shirt and a flannel shirt casually thrown over it, its sleeves rolled up. His attention at the moment was mostly on the stove as he was finishing the last batch of bacon before turning his head to Artemis who was standing in the doorway.
"Good morning, Artemis," Ezekiel greeted her with a cheerful tone as he skillfully handled the pan, transferring the freshly cooked bacon to a large plate already filled with strips of sizzling bacon. Artemis couldn't help but notice the abundance of food he had prepared. It was a substantial American breakfast that could easily feed more than one person. To her surprise, she saw that there were two plates set at the small dining table.
Curious, Artemis began to ask about the extra plate, leaving the question open-ended for Ezekiel to finish. He didn't hesitate to provide an explanation.
"Well, I was kind of famished, so I decided to make a hearty American breakfast," Ezekiel explained as he grabbed a jug of orange juice from the fridge and poured a cup for both of them. He then went on to inquire about the gods' eating habits, showing genuine curiosity. "Gods can eat, right?"
Artemis offered a response while taking her seat, her eyes drawn to the empty plate in front of her and the sizable piles of food on the two plates. She spoke calmly, explaining their eating habits. "It's not a requirement, but we can still eat for pleasure or to help replenish our strength faster after a battle or other strenuous activities."
With that, Ezekiel settled into his seat and encouraged her to take as much food as she desired. He reassured her that there was plenty to go around. Following his lead, Artemis scooped a generous portion onto her plate, though not quite as much as the enthusiastic young man.
As they began to eat, Artemis decided to start with the pancakes, noticing that Ezekiel showed no restraint in devouring his meal as if he hadn't eaten for days. She took a bite of the pancake, and as she chewed, her eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
The first bite of the pancake was a revelation for Artemis. Her silver eyes widened in pleasant surprise as the flavors danced on her palate. The food was nothing short of exquisite. The pancakes, soft and perfectly sweet, presented a delicate symphony of flavors that seemed to resonate with her on an unexpectedly profound level.
As they continued to enjoy their meal, Artemis couldn't help but savor each mouthful. The pancakes melted in her mouth, and the taste was a delightful revelation. She found herself finishing her plate rather quickly, indulging in the captivating flavors.
Ezekiel noticed her speedy consumption and kindly offered to prepare more. "You can have another batch," he suggested. "I don't mind at all." Artemis hesitated for a moment before declining. "Thank you, but I shouldn't. I've had my fill."
Ezekiel nodded in understanding. "they're extraordinary. How did you become such a skilled cook?" Artemis said as she wipes her mouth.
Ezekiel, still enjoying his meal, chuckled softly. "I'm glad you liked it. I learned to cook because my father worked long hours, and I wanted to make sure we had proper meals." Artemis nodded in appreciation.
"You've certainly mastered it. This is delicious only second to Hestia herself." Ezekiel smiled getting another bite of his food.
"And your mother?" Artemis said as she grabbed her plate and sat in the sink.
Ezekiel's demeanor shifted slightly. "She was sometimes there," he replied cryptically, then fell silent, his gaze distant.
Artemis sensed that she had broached a sensitive topic and wisely chose not to press further. However, before the atmosphere could linger in the weight of the unspoken, Ezekiel decided to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"Actually, last night I had another vision in my sleep," he began, his voice carrying a tone of intrigue.
Artemis, keen to hear more, leaned in slightly. "Really? What was it about?"
Ezekiel launched into a vivid description of his vision, detailing a white obelisk with a red door at its base. He spoke of a strange symbol he had never seen before, the vivid imagery etched into his memory. As he recounted the vision, he also shared the enigmatic words of the chorus that had echoed in his mind.
"From what it sounds like, it's leading us to Washington D.C.," Artemis concluded, and Ezekiel nodded as he finished the last bites of his food. He then gathered the plates from the table and began washing them.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Ezekiel replied, still focused on the dishes. "But it seems like we have to go to the Washington Monument to find that special person the prophecy speaks of."
Artemis stood up, her readiness apparent. "Then what are we waiting for? Let us head to D.C."
Ezekiel glanced back at the dishes he had yet to finish. "Well, I'm not done yet with the dishes..."
Artemis interrupted him once more, her tone assured. "You don't have to worry about that; it will be taken care of."
Ezekiel seemed a bit unsure about her words. "But what about my clothes? They are in the washer, and I don't have any way to take them, and..."
Again, Artemis interjected, "Your clothes will be kept safe."
Seeing her place her hands on her hips and her overall attitude not patience for anything that has nothing to do with the prophecy, Ezekiel decided to give in and accept it. He dried his hands, and Artemis, seeing him not bringing up any more concerns, left the guest house. Ezekiel followed behind, closing the door behind him.
As they made their way down Mount Olympus, Ezekiel couldn't help but wonder about their mode of transportation for the journey ahead. He turned to Artemis and asked, "Are we going to take your chariot down to D.C.?"
Artemis shook her head gently, her silver eyes holding a hint of solemnity. "No, we won't be using my moon chariot."
Ezekiel was intrigued and slightly puzzled. "Why not? I mean, wouldn't it be faster and more convenient?"
Artemis paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "My chariot is a sacred and symbolic vessel. It represents the moon in the night sky, and it should not be used for personal purposes or during the day. Doing so would disturb the natural order of the night and day, and it goes against the principles of balance and harmony in the universe."
She continued, "My chariot is not the moon itself; it is the manifestation of human dreams, hopes, and expectations about the moon. It is a reflection of the reverence people hold for the night sky. To use it casually or for personal reasons would be contrary to its purpose. It's important to preserve the sanctity of those dreams and expectations, rather than treat it as a mere vehicle. Using it for emergencies, and only when the moon is visible enough, or the distance isn't too great, are the only exceptions when I can employ it beyond its intended purpose. Bringing you to Olympus was one such instance. However, because I made that decision, I won't be doing anything like that for the foreseeable future,"
Ezekiel nodded in understanding, appreciating the deeper meaning behind her words. He realized that there was more to the moon chariot than he had initially thought, and he respected Artemis's decision not to use it for their journey.
"So, how are we going to get to D.C.?" Ezekiel inquired as they neared the magical elevator door suspended in the air.
"While you were resting, I went to Hephaestus and asked if I could use one of his vehicles," Artemis explained. "He was reluctant at first, but after some convincing, he agreed to lend me one that he wasn't too attached to. It's good enough to take us to D.C. without any problems."
Ezekiel was genuinely impressed with Artemis's resourcefulness and determination in obtaining everything they needed for their journey. It made him feel a bit guilty that he couldn't contribute more. He pondered ways he could make it up to her. Lost in his thoughts, he followed Artemis into the magical elevator, which would take them back to the city.
As they descended and left the Empire State Building, Ezekiel wondered what kind of vehicle Hephaestus had lent Artemis. Would it be a flying boat, a mechanical dragon, or perhaps a rocket? Lost in his imagination, he was startled by the sound of a car horn. Looking ahead, he saw an impressive van parked right in front of them. It looked brand new and expensive, but not something he'd expect from the god of the forge.
Approaching the driver's side window, Ezekiel couldn't help but express his surprise. "I didn't expect it to be a van."
Artemis started the engine and glanced at him with a hint of amusement. "Hephaestus has always been stingy about his inventions. I asked for anything that would work to get us to D.C., and he reluctantly agreed to this van."
Ezekiel, seeing the van's luxurious features, realized that what might be impressive to humans was likely a mere novelty for a god.
He then made an unexpected request. "Artemis, would you mind if I drove instead?"
Artemis seemed intrigued by his offer. "That's an odd suggestion. Is there a reason why?"
"I felt kind of bad that you've been doing so much for this journey, and I thought I could help by driving us to D.C. I got my driver's license a few months ago, and since I had a full day's sleep, I'd rather be doing something for a few hours than just sitting in the passenger seat." Ezekiel explained.
Artemis gave him an unreadable look before shrugging slightly. She got out of the car, leaving the door open.
"I don't see why not," she said. "I'm not particularly fond of driving cars. I usually leave that to my lieutenant. But if you want to drive the whole way, be my guest."
With a smile on his face, Ezekiel eagerly took the driver's seat and started the van. He felt a bit nervous at first, having never driven much in city streets, let alone New York City. However, he pushed aside his anxiety and focused on the road. Glancing at Artemis, who appeared lost in her thoughts, he decided to let her be and concentrated on the task at hand instead of bothering her with any question brewing in his head. Their goal was to reach D.C. as quickly as possible, and Ezekiel was determined to make the journey as smooth as possible.
As Ezekiel continued to drive for hours, his excitement grew as they drew closer to their goal. It was almost a sense of relief that washed over him. He looked forward to putting an end to the strange occurrences and returning to a sense of normalcy. Don't get him wrong; the discovery of this hidden world had been thrilling and fascinating. Still, he had always been more of a bookworm than a person seeking real-life adventures.
His time with Artemis had been a unique experience. From initially treating him as a nuisance to becoming respectful and even admiring her, he couldn't deny the impact she had on him. Now, with the prospect of handing over this mysterious mission to the chosen person, he could happily leave this extraordinary world and return to his own. The thought of reuniting with his family and leaving the gods and goddesses to their divine affairs brought a sense of comfort.
As they finally crossed from Maryland into Washington D.C., Ezekiel was tempted to announce their arrival, but he refrained from speaking. He couldn't tell if Artemis was lost in thought or perhaps even dozing off. Focusing his attention on the road, he was taken by surprise when Artemis suddenly broke the silence.
"I was wondering why you have a driver's license at such a young age, especially coming from a small city," Artemis remarked, her gaze shifting from the passenger window to the road ahead. Ezekiel found the question somewhat unexpected.
"I... well, I thought it might be useful for emergencies, and my grandfather can't drive anymore, so I help him get around when needed," Ezekiel replied, initially hesitant to divulge his reasons. "Honestly, I wasn't too eager to start driving at first, but it was a random question. Why do you ask?"
Artemis chuckled softly. "The drive itself feels peaceful. It reminds me of my lieutenant, Zoe. On the few occasions she drove, she handled the vehicle well, but her main priority was not following traffic rules or other vehicles which always lead to all the huntress to get a heart attack," she explained, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I couldn't help but notice the difference between the two driving styles and wondered about it. You, a young boy, drive like a cautious fifty-year-old, not like a reckless sixteen-year-old who just got his license." Ezekiel wasn't entirely sure if that was a compliment or not.
"I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the ride. I've always tried to be a responsible driver," he replied with a slight smile.
"But anyway, we're getting closer to the Washington Monument, so we should find a parking spot soon," he suggested, scanning the streets for a suitable spot. Soon, he spotted an empty space by the curb, neatly positioned next to a parking meter. Ezekiel parked the van with precision and turned to Artemis.
"I need to check for change in my wallet for the meter," Ezekiel said as he began to rummage through his wallet, squeezed between the front of the van and the trunk of another car. However, something caught his eye—an uppercase 'H' emblem on the front of the van, not the car brand logo he expected. As he navigated through the tight space between the two vehicles and reached the sidewalk, he was still fumbling with his wallet. Before he could react, Artemis's voice rang out, her words cutting through his confusion.
"You won't need any money for the parking meter," she assured him. Ezekiel glanced at the meter to see that it had already been paid for. Before he could voice his surprise, Artemis continued, explaining the van's unique features.
"Hephaestus made it so that it can trick other machines, like parking meters, into thinking it's already been paid for when it gets near them. It can also make cameras unable to record anything about the vehicle, or at least that's what he told me," Artemis added. Ezekiel pocketed his wallet and followed her lead as they left the van behind and approached the historic Washington Monument.
As they strolled through D.C., nearing their destination, Ezekiel couldn't help but ponder Artemis's mention of her lieutenant, Zoe. He found himself curious about Artemis's companions, sensing that they held a special place in her heart. Talking about them clearly brightened her mood and even brought a gentle smile to her face. Yet, just as he was on the verge of asking her to share more about them, he hesitated. It didn't seem appropriate, given their limited closeness, to pry into her personal matters.
They finally arrived at the Washington Monument, and it was clear that this Sunday was a popular day to visit. The area around the monument was bustling with people, tourists, and locals alike, enjoying the sunny day. As Artemis and Ezekiel approached, Artemis asked a crucial question, "How will you know what you're looking for?"
Ezekiel harked back to his vision, recalling the white obelisk with the red door at its base and the mysterious symbol beyond it. "I believe it must be inside the Obelisk," he replied.
With this understanding, they ventured into the monument, only to find a line forming for the elevator. Ezekiel also noticed that security was particularly tight, likely a reflection of the uniqueness of this location in D.C. Passing through the security check, Artemis seemed impatient about waiting in line to ascend, prompting Ezekiel to mention that there were stairs inside the monument, although they had been closed to the public since the '70s.
Upon hearing this, Artemis took Ezekiel's hand and led him to a quiet corner, away from prying eyes. She closed her eyes, and Ezekiel felt an odd sensation, as if he had become even less noticeable than usual. Artemis then opened her eyes, placing a finger to her lips, signaling Ezekiel to stay silent. She moved toward the door leading to the stairs, still holding his hand, they end up finding what looked like a secure door with a keypad and lock.
Before Ezekiel could suggest a solution to Artemis, she swiftly produced a bronze-looking box, adorned with the same H emblem as the van they had driven. With a simple light on its surface, the box beeped from red to green. The keypad it held also lit up green, and a distinct unlocking sound filled the air. As they entered through the now-opened door, Ezekiel immediately felt the strange presence that had been enveloping him disappear.
"What was that? Some sort of invisibility power? People passed us, and they didn't even notice we were trying to access a secure door," Ezekiel inquired as they entered yet another door, revealing a spiral staircase winding around an elevator in the center of the obelisk.
"As the Goddess of the Hunt, one of the key aspects of hunting is hiding and concealing your presence from your prey. This is no different," Artemis explained, though Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. After all, they were in a national landmark, not a forest. However, he decided not to question it further. Besides that, Ezekiel's eyes widened in amazement as he took in the grandeur of the structure surrounding them. He marveled at the stone bricks that composed the walls, their ancient texture hinting at the history contained within these hallowed walls. As they climbed the winding staircase, Ezekiel couldn't help but be in awe of the whole experience.
However, before they could continue their ascent, he leaned in to inform Artemis of an observation. "You know, one of the elevator doors has a small window that allows you to see inside the structure. We should probably wait on the side when the elevator passes us, so we don't get caught."
Artemis nodded in agreement, appreciating Ezekiel's attention to detail. They continued to climb the stairs until they reached the 30-foot mark, where Ezekiel noticed the first memorial stones embedded in the stone walls.
Ezekiel's excitement was palpable as he examined the memorial stones on this level. He couldn't contain his enthusiasm, even though Artemis didn't share his fascination with the monument or its history.
"Yeah, these are quite something," Artemis replied, not quite matching Ezekiel's enthusiasm. Nevertheless, he continued with his impromptu lecture.
"If I remember correctly," he began, "there are 194 unique memorial stones, each with its own carvings and art." Artemis, wanting to engage with his passion, asked, "But why have these here? What was the point?"
Ezekiel launched into an explanation. "Well, the thing is, it was another way to get funding. If you sent your stone block with money, they would place it here in the walls during the construction. Each one of these stones is from states, cities, other countries, societies, organizations, and even individuals who chipped in for this project."
As they moved up, Artemis remained mostly silent, occasionally glancing at the memorial stones. One, in particular, caught her eye – the Association of Journeymen Stonecutters of Philadelphia. Its intricate carving reminded her of ancient Greece. But soon, Artemis began to lose her patience. She felt like they were tourists looking at a stone wall with a few carved things in it.
"Can we please hurry up and get to the top already?" she sighed in frustration.
Ezekiel was undeterred. "Oh, come on, Artemis, this is so cool to be here, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. And hey, we're almost at the 150-foot mark."
Ezekiel quickly responded to Artemis's question with enthusiasm. "Well, the 150-foot mark of the Monument is significant because construction was halted there in 1853 due to insufficient funding. It only resumed in 1877. That's why you can see the stone above that point is darker than the stone at the bottom, and you'll notice a change in engineering when we get there." His voice carried excitement as he shared this tidbit of historical knowledge.
Artemis sighed again but followed him. As they approached the 150-foot mark, she noticed the change in the stonework, just as Ezekiel had described. The stone was smoother, and the sizes were more consistent.
They were about to reach the last level of this part of the old structure when Artemis noticed Ezekiel stopped at another memorial stone. She was about to urge him to keep moving, but then she saw what had captured his attention. This memorial stone was small, only one foot by one foot, a stark contrast to the larger ones they'd seen earlier. It was made of marble, but it looked as if it had just been placed there, pristine, and unblemished.
Ezekiel was equally intrigued, especially when he recognized the carving – the same symbol he had seen in his vision, the hand with the eye and the wings sprouting from behind. However, this one had words inscribed at the top and bottom. Above the symbol, it read, "We the members of the Red Order." Below the symbol, it continued, "Have given support of this great monument, 1848."
Ezekiel couldn't resist. He reached out and touched the eye symbol on the marble, wondering what might happen. To his surprise, he sensed something in his pocket. Reaching into his pocket, he found his wallet, but this time it held something extra – a business card sticking out.
"This wasn't there before," he said, pulling out the white card revealing an address.
Witnessing this, Artemis and Ezekiel resolved to leave the Washington Monument, just as they had entered it, and ventured to the address on the card. With assistance from locals, they managed to locate the place. It wasn't particularly impressive and seemed distant from the monument. Apart from a few stores and important government buildings, the street appeared rather ordinary. Artemis proposed that they split up and search for the peculiar red door, to which Ezekiel readily agreed. Both combed the area surrounding the address, but time passed fruitlessly. When they regrouped at their meeting point, frustration marked Artemis's expression.
"Still nothing?" he inquired.
"It's starting to feel like a wild goose chase," Artemis replied, echoing his sentiment.
"Yeah, I haven't found anything either."
As they contemplated setting up camp and revisiting the situation the next day, Ezekiel found himself silently praying, hoping for guidance from some higher power, whether it be God or the universe itself, to illuminate his path. Yet, all he encountered was a resounding silence, then out of nowhere, a peculiar sensation enveloped Ezekiel's mind. It was akin to an inexplicable pull, drawing him in a certain direction. His focus shifted towards this sensation, and he found himself moving instinctively, almost like a moth drawn to a flame. Artemis, observing his peculiar behavior, tried to call out to him, but her words seemed to pass by unnoticed. Concerned and baffled, she decided to follow him. It didn't take long for Ezekiel to spot a small government building of uncertain function. However, what truly captured his attention was a red wooden door situated at the side of the building, seeming entirely out of place, as though it had been haphazardly tossed there without consideration.
Artemis, catching up to him, noticed the door as well, and what struck her as strange was that she could swear she had passed this area a few times before but had never noticed that door there. Ezekiel looked back at Artemis with a wide smile, who also seemed disbelieving of what she saw. Without a word, the two crossed the street to reach the door.
Ezekiel, his excitement palpable, approached the door, surprised to see it in reality and not just in his visions. He glanced at Artemis, who summoned her bow and gave Ezekiel a nod to open the door. With anticipation, he grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge. When he attempted to push or pull it, still, nothing happened.
Ezekiel let go of the knob, unsure of what to do next. "Is there some sort of key that we—" Artemis was interrupted by a sudden "ding" emanating from the door, and then it slowly swung open by itself, revealing a sight that left Ezekiel astonished.
As Artemis and Ezekiel stepped inside, they were met with the sight of a cluttered store. Tall shelves filled to the brim with potions, books, mysterious ingredients like herbs and bones, and boxes adorned with intricate carvings lined the space. The shelves seemed to go on forever, packed with items that Ezekiel couldn't even begin to describe or identify.
Navigating their way through this labyrinth of curiosities, they eventually found themselves at a front desk. Here, Ezekiel's eyes widened as he saw the very same symbol he had encountered in his vision, emblazoned on a plaque behind the counter. Artemis noticed a bell and rang it, but the room remained eerily silent for a moment.
Then, they heard movement from the back, followed by the creak of a door swinging open. In the doorway stood a striking man with a muscular build, pale skin, and dark, slicked-back hair. He was dressed in black dress pants and a crisp blue dress shirt. Approaching the counter, he slammed his hands down on its surface and regarded Artemis and Ezekiel with a mixture of curiosity and impatience before finally speaking.
"Welcome to my store," he said, his voice carrying an air of excitement. "How can I help you?"
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