The Heroes of Olympus
The Heroes of Olympus The Son of Neptune
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HecateA posted on Oct 28, 2010 at 12:36AM
So once again you guys have the opportunity to get in my head of what I think the next HoO book RR blesses us with will look like.
Before I start you peoples off, I need to say something. So shush and listen. When I wrote "The Lost Hero, written by me", I had to guess who the parents were. Well now, I know. So I am following Rick Riordan's version of the characters. Piper has nothing to do with Persephone, Jason and Thalia are siblings and Camp Ceasar Salad is real. For my series of fanfics, I'm following my version of the characters, but here, Rick's versions rule. Get it? Title: The Son of Neptune Rating: C Type: Adventure, friendship, hopefully humor, maybe a touch of romance Characters: Add, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Drew, Leo, Jake, Nyssa OC personalities: Reyna, Dakota, Hazel, Gwen, Bobby, Caleb OC: The Gayle brothers, Karren Synopsis: After discovering a new world, not so far from their own, Jason and his friends are sailing straight for it, unsure wheter they'll come out victorious or just start a civil war. But it doesn't take the arrival of a flying boat to get the citizens curious. They already sence something is wrong, way before the flying ship docks. Disclaimer: The story base, character and settings base was created by Rick Riordan, who owns the Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Heroes of Olympus rights. A/N: Hopefully you guys will like it! I got some very nice comments on my random wall poll, so here it is guys! Love you all, you rock! The Rebel Soldier's debut: link The Honour in Death's debut: link The Fire's Revenge's debut: link Part Two's debut: link 
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OKAY I'm back! Did'ja miss me?
So anyways, I didn't put it at the top like I used to, because I figured between the anti-spam goddess (who is presently on hold) and me, spamming would be no problem. Guys, I really, really love comments, but spam comments aren't worth anything to me. If you're going to comment on my writting, wheter you like it or not, I love that, but if you're just going to yell TEAM GREEK!!!1!! or pressure me into doing something, I consider it spam (more the first then second). If you have more to say, edit it into the first comment by clicking the grey pencil instead of making a whole new comment. I will love you more.
Oh yeah, and did I mention if at any time I feel the spamming is going out of control and I'm tired of being pressured etc, etc, I will stop publishing this. Yeah, I reserve myself the right to do that, as well as I reserve myself the right to send it to a few particular members after I stop publishing.
If I make you wait that long its because I'm busy or not home. I was in Orlando for the week. I'm not going to appologise for the wait, because I don't feel I really have to, but there will be more waits. Warning.
Arivals, oh boy! Well, all new arrivals, I noticed you all, you are really all welcome to this spot, please proceed to the table to your right and pick up your signature HoO muffin basket. As you probably know or have figured, I'm Hecate, the welcoming commity and very proud second dedicated fan of this spot (eeeeeeeepppppp)
@lightning God, you will cry SO MUCH later on
@saf99 losthero has a point please, if you pressure me it wont work
@bookeater Yes I did.
Can I mention Rick, lightning, sonofboreas, red and losthero, as well as everybody else who tried to calm down the spamming and pressuring? It really was for you guys that I started writting this, I love you all! You people are the fans that joinned about the same time or before I did. <3
4
I discover the pen of mass destruction
My dream was completely bull.
I was standing in the ruins of a house in the woods. In front of me was a little boy. He couldn’t have been more then 2, with short blond hair and blue eyes. He had a funny little scar on his lip, like he’d rammed a stapler on it.
-Where am? Where Thalia? He asked looking around.
-Your sister isn’t here, child. A voice said. Slowly Lupa’s shape drawed itself from the shadows. The boy jumped back and gasped.
-How old are you? Lupa asked. The boy just starred at her.
-You are too young to know, I fear. Who is your mother?
-Mommy. He said.
-What is Mommy’s name?
The boy surprised me. I expected him to turn and try to run, hoped maybe, but then that would be weakness and Lupa would have to hunt him down. Or maybe he was too young to realise how bad it was.
-Suzzy. Daddy calls mommy Suzzy.
-And what’s your daddy’s name? Lupa asked, with more patience then I’d have given her. The boy frowned.
-Jupi… Jupit… Ju…
-Jupiter? The wolf looked surprised, but the boy nodded.
-Boy, if what you say is true, and I have no doubt it is, it is a much kinder fate for you to end it now. Lupa said. She advanced towards the boy, who sensed the canine’s attitude change and backed away.
-I’m sorry. Lupa said. She pounced and she was mid-air when the boy screamed, and lightning crackled down from the sky and electrocuted her. She fell to the ground in a lump. Then she glowed grey and turned into her human form. She got up, leaning greatly on a tree. Her neck was low and her hair hung on either side of her head. The boy didn’t moved, just watched the wolf. She looked at him, and I was scared she might actually go for him with her gladus. But she broke in a grin, showing off sharp white canniness.
-Boy, you are exactly the kind of hero I like. Welcome to my army. Lupa said.
I woke up in Mercury’s house.
I was still wearing jeans and the orange t-shirt. It just seemed wrong to put on one of the shirts one of the guys had given me, plain white to show I wasn’t any important soldier. I got up and rubbed my eyes. Looking out the window, it couldn’t have been more than 5 in the morning.
I pulled my sneakers on and looked around.
Nobody else was awake, and I didn’t want to go outside alone, not get in trouble. From the impression of everyone else here, getting into trouble was about as safe as diving into a pool of acid. Pool of acid… A spot on my back tingled. Pool of acid… That had to be important. I just had to figure out why…
But the dream gave me plenty to think about.
Lupa had put a 2-or-so year old boy to the test, and by making lightning crackle out of the sky, he managed to live.
And his sister. His mother… He’d had a family before coming here. I wondered what’d happened to them. If they knew where he was, or if they were still scavenging the planet for their little angel. Or even worst- if they’d already set up his tombstone in a lonely cemetery and went there to cry his loss. Who was he?
Then I thought about my mortal parent.
Was she my mother, or was he my father? I didn’t know, and had no way of knowing. I’d known my parent for 16 years, but now all that they did for me, it was all gone. Was someone looking for me? Searching the country, calling my name in woods? Was there even someone who would do that for me?
There was Annabeth…
I couldn’t bare thinking about the little boy anymore, nor about my parents, nor about Annabeth. I had to do something, not just sit on a cot.
I got up and walked as quietly as I could to the bathroom, where I refilled a canteen Gwen’d given me. I took a sip of icy cold water and went back to sit in the common room corner.
Under the cots in the bedrooms and furniture in the common rooms, the floor was made of the sides of shipping crates. One wall was dedicated to shelves lined with things. They were the randomest things, from toasters, to daggers, to a dog collar. Things that got stolen probably. Particular things the thieves were proud of getting.
The curtain separating the room was made entirely of stamps. The kind people sell for hundreds in church basements and frame.
On the ceiling were glued different coins. More collectables. I wondered why nobody would steal those, it wasn’t that high of a jump from a bunk compared to the heights I’d seen Joel Madison jump. They were attached to form the constellations during the night, and gather along the edges during the day.
Waiting was pure torture.
I tugged my necklace off my neck and starred at the beads as if I could extract their stories by pure will power.
It didn’t work.
I put it back on and starred down at the logo on my T-shirt. What was camp Half-Blood? I couldn’t figure anything out and started playing with the 1 other object I had. The pen Gwen’d taken from me. I took the cap off and it grew into an enormous 3 feet long sword, made out of bronze.
-Holy Styx! I yelped, nearly dropping it. I heard the sound of 3 people waking up. The 3 guys walked through the hallway from the room to the common room, looking half-dead.
-Awe, what the heck, Add? Why’d you – Holly Remus, what’s that?
-It was a pen! A pen, and I took the cap off and it turned into a sword! They looked at it in awe.
-Dang, that’s cool! Joel Madison, Gwen’s 10 year-old brother, said.
-Where did you get that? Henry, the guy Gwen’d betted on, said.
-Oh yeah, he doesn’t remember his name but he knows all about where he got that from. Kyle, Joel’s creepy little twin, said.
-Anaklumos. I whispered.
-Ha! He does know! 20 bucks, cough it up! Joel demanded.
-Where’s Anaklu-smish? Henry asked.
-No, its name is Anaklusmos. I said.
-Guys, what the Pluto, some of us are trying, Holy Remus! Add, what’re you holding? Gwen asked, appearing in the hallway with her sisters.
-It was a pen, and then I uncapped it.
-Oh my gods, that’s awesome! 12 year-old Marissa said, peeping over Gwen’s shoulder.
The other girls- Quittrie, Samantha, Gabby and Alena walked across to check it out, and the 7 year-old thief, Darren, woke up. A huge conversation in the camp’s main language, Latin, picked up. I just stood there without understanding a thing until Alena had a question.
-What did you say its name was? Alena asked.
-Anaklusmos.
-Riptide. In Ancient Greek. Gabby said.
-What’s up with you and Ancient Greece? Gwen asked.
-Does it matter? Merry Christmas! Samantha said.
-Yes, day off! Darren said. The whole house was excited, but obviously Gwen thought it did matter. And I agreed with her. It had to mean something.
-Sorry I woke you up. I apologised to Joel.
-Hun? Oh, don’t worry man. We wake each other up at this time anyways. Joel said.
-Well, might as well do the rites now. Gwen said.
Everybody formed a semi-circle around the fireplace.
-The rites to Vesta, goddess of home. The head of house does it every morning. Joel whispered in my ear.
Gwen took a cupcake-shaped jar and took a pinch of salt from it. She threw them in the flames, speaking words in, like, Latin. Her footwork, her movements, the words, they were all perfectly placed to happen at the right time. At the end everybody bowed and Gwen put the jar back on the mantel, next to a statuette of Mercury.
-I have to go talk to Da, Add, you’re coming. Gwen said.
-Umm, okay. I said.
-You guys get dressed, no armour required, and make it quick if you want to beat everyone to it. The stuff’s in compartment 4.
-Where’s compartment 4?
-You haven’t figured it out yet? None of you? Gwen asked. She looked singularly disappointed as she reached for something in her pocket, a key, and tossed it to Gabby, second eldest.
-Lose it you die. Common Add.
I recapped the sword (which looked absolutely idiotic) and it turned back to a pen. We walked out of the room and we both froze (no pun intended).
-What the Pluto? This is California! Gwen said.
Fluffy white snowflakes were falling from the sky, there was already an inch of white frost on the ground.
-It was like a thousand degrees yesterday! I protested. Gwen muttered something in Latin.
-What?
-Nothing, let’s go.
The city was quiet, with its frosted roofs and chilly winds. It could’ve made a decent postcard scene.
-Merry Christmas. Gwen said.
-You too. I said.
-Did you have any plans for the holidays? Gwen asked as we turned a corner.
-Probably. You?
-Well, every year our cabin, we… I shouldn’t say it right here, you’ll see later. But we’ve been planning it since March.
-No, I mean, with your family. I said. Gwen’s look made me regret asking. She wore a green pullover with a round neck and jeans. Her shark tooth necklace hung around her neck and her gladus hung at her side and the snow stuck to the bottom of her pumas.
-I don’t really talk to my mom. She got remarried a year after the brats were born, to a guy she met on the Internet. It’s not he’s not nice, it’s just… Sometimes she just isn’t considerate for Joel, Kyle and I. I’ve been at camp since I’m 7, but when I tried to go back to live with her it just kin-of went downhill with us. She tried to take us to New York when Grant- that’s her husband- had a business meeting there, to try and make it a vacation. She gets mad at us for doing every single damn thing that children of Mercury do.
-So stealing?
-In part. I’m too good to get caught, Joel and Kyle aren’t klepto, but more in the practical joke section. It’s not that I don’t like her just… She forgets who we really are. Last year I went to see her and she looked right through us like we were kids like Grant’s, 3 meant to be perfect little angels who tuck their shirts in their pants and floss after every meal.
-I get it. I said.
-Usually I spend Christmas here with everybody. It’s cool, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Gwen said. And I believed her.
7 years old… Gwen’d been training since she was 7. Why did that sound familiar?
She approached the cabin that had a door and knocked. Nothing. She knocked again.
-I’m not opening Gwendolyn Madison, forget about it! Somebody yelled.
-I come in peace! Unarmed, no stink bombs, paint or syrup I swear to Mercury! Gwen said. The door unlocked.
The guy standing in the doorframe had a messed up face. No making it any nicer or softer, that was it.
His eyes were two different colors, brown like tree bark and the left icy blue, closer together then normal. He had brown hair and his nose looked like he frequently rammed himself into walls and his lips were pursed. He had an under-bite and two pointy teeth were sticking out. All in all: bulldog.
-Is Dakota there?
-Where else would she be at freaking 6:30 o’clock in the freaking morning? He grumbled.
-Dakota! Klepto red-head’s here! He yelled into the house.
-Merry Christmas by the way. Gwen said.
-Fneh! He said before stomping off.
-Dael, don’t scare my friends. Dakota complained. She appeared in the doorframe. She was wearing skinny jeans and a red tank top with a printed-on Christmas light string going around her waist.
-Hey Gwen, hey Add, what are you guys- Holly Remus, is that snow?
-Yeah, a freaking inch of snow and more’s coming down.
-Welcome to California Add. Please excuse my problem-I mean brother. Dakota said.
The cabin confused me. One wall was all cabinets. Doors, and doors, and doors. Most of them were square, but I spotted a hexagon, and the material and handles altered. It was like a giant mosaic.
The fireplace was big enough for me to fit inside just fine, and a fire crackled, warming the living room. There was a hallway that led to more rooms, like in Mercury’s cabin, besides was a mini kitchen. A mini-fridge, boiler and cabinet hanging above. A girl with two high green ponytails walked in. She starred at us.
-Oh. Hi. She said before scurrying away.
-Who’s she? Gwen asked.
-Katelynne. Undetermined, Lupa put her with us for a while.
-Don’t strangers go with the children of the traveling god?
-Janus was the god who took in Saturn when he was on the run from Jupiter.
Cue blank look.
-Saturn, the god of agriculture and the father of the big gods, was chassed away by his son Jupiter. Janus, who was ruler of Latium, sheltered him. We take in strangers once in a blue moon. Dakota elaborated.
-Maybe she’s a daughter of Iris. I suggested.
-Maybe. Anyways, why did you come here about? I don’t reckon you’re here for Christmas carols. Dakota said.
-No. But if you want me to sing…
-Don’t. Dakota shook her head.
-I found this pen in my pocket… I started. I finished the story.
-You know Add, the more you know about yourself, the easier it’d be for me to… Nah, I shouldn’t offer.
-Offer what? I asked.
-The doors over there. Everybody is represented. If I can find yours, I can actually see your beginning. Where you come from.
-Well dot it, Da! What are you waiting for?
-The thing is… Sometimes things happen for a reason. Sometimes you keep things secret until you can’t. But the choice is yours, Add. Do I look for your past?
I thought about the little I knew about myself. My weapon, my age. My girlfriend…
I will never make things easy for you Seaweed brain, get used to it. Her voice echoed in my head.
Well at least one of us will…
-Go for it. I said.
So anyways, I didn't put it at the top like I used to, because I figured between the anti-spam goddess (who is presently on hold) and me, spamming would be no problem. Guys, I really, really love comments, but spam comments aren't worth anything to me. If you're going to comment on my writting, wheter you like it or not, I love that, but if you're just going to yell TEAM GREEK!!!1!! or pressure me into doing something, I consider it spam (more the first then second). If you have more to say, edit it into the first comment by clicking the grey pencil instead of making a whole new comment. I will love you more.
Oh yeah, and did I mention if at any time I feel the spamming is going out of control and I'm tired of being pressured etc, etc, I will stop publishing this. Yeah, I reserve myself the right to do that, as well as I reserve myself the right to send it to a few particular members after I stop publishing.
If I make you wait that long its because I'm busy or not home. I was in Orlando for the week. I'm not going to appologise for the wait, because I don't feel I really have to, but there will be more waits. Warning.
Arivals, oh boy! Well, all new arrivals, I noticed you all, you are really all welcome to this spot, please proceed to the table to your right and pick up your signature HoO muffin basket. As you probably know or have figured, I'm Hecate, the welcoming commity and very proud second dedicated fan of this spot (eeeeeeeepppppp)
@lightning God, you will cry SO MUCH later on
@saf99 losthero has a point please, if you pressure me it wont work
@bookeater Yes I did.
Can I mention Rick, lightning, sonofboreas, red and losthero, as well as everybody else who tried to calm down the spamming and pressuring? It really was for you guys that I started writting this, I love you all! You people are the fans that joinned about the same time or before I did. <3
4
I discover the pen of mass destruction
My dream was completely bull.
I was standing in the ruins of a house in the woods. In front of me was a little boy. He couldn’t have been more then 2, with short blond hair and blue eyes. He had a funny little scar on his lip, like he’d rammed a stapler on it.
-Where am? Where Thalia? He asked looking around.
-Your sister isn’t here, child. A voice said. Slowly Lupa’s shape drawed itself from the shadows. The boy jumped back and gasped.
-How old are you? Lupa asked. The boy just starred at her.
-You are too young to know, I fear. Who is your mother?
-Mommy. He said.
-What is Mommy’s name?
The boy surprised me. I expected him to turn and try to run, hoped maybe, but then that would be weakness and Lupa would have to hunt him down. Or maybe he was too young to realise how bad it was.
-Suzzy. Daddy calls mommy Suzzy.
-And what’s your daddy’s name? Lupa asked, with more patience then I’d have given her. The boy frowned.
-Jupi… Jupit… Ju…
-Jupiter? The wolf looked surprised, but the boy nodded.
-Boy, if what you say is true, and I have no doubt it is, it is a much kinder fate for you to end it now. Lupa said. She advanced towards the boy, who sensed the canine’s attitude change and backed away.
-I’m sorry. Lupa said. She pounced and she was mid-air when the boy screamed, and lightning crackled down from the sky and electrocuted her. She fell to the ground in a lump. Then she glowed grey and turned into her human form. She got up, leaning greatly on a tree. Her neck was low and her hair hung on either side of her head. The boy didn’t moved, just watched the wolf. She looked at him, and I was scared she might actually go for him with her gladus. But she broke in a grin, showing off sharp white canniness.
-Boy, you are exactly the kind of hero I like. Welcome to my army. Lupa said.
I woke up in Mercury’s house.
I was still wearing jeans and the orange t-shirt. It just seemed wrong to put on one of the shirts one of the guys had given me, plain white to show I wasn’t any important soldier. I got up and rubbed my eyes. Looking out the window, it couldn’t have been more than 5 in the morning.
I pulled my sneakers on and looked around.
Nobody else was awake, and I didn’t want to go outside alone, not get in trouble. From the impression of everyone else here, getting into trouble was about as safe as diving into a pool of acid. Pool of acid… A spot on my back tingled. Pool of acid… That had to be important. I just had to figure out why…
But the dream gave me plenty to think about.
Lupa had put a 2-or-so year old boy to the test, and by making lightning crackle out of the sky, he managed to live.
And his sister. His mother… He’d had a family before coming here. I wondered what’d happened to them. If they knew where he was, or if they were still scavenging the planet for their little angel. Or even worst- if they’d already set up his tombstone in a lonely cemetery and went there to cry his loss. Who was he?
Then I thought about my mortal parent.
Was she my mother, or was he my father? I didn’t know, and had no way of knowing. I’d known my parent for 16 years, but now all that they did for me, it was all gone. Was someone looking for me? Searching the country, calling my name in woods? Was there even someone who would do that for me?
There was Annabeth…
I couldn’t bare thinking about the little boy anymore, nor about my parents, nor about Annabeth. I had to do something, not just sit on a cot.
I got up and walked as quietly as I could to the bathroom, where I refilled a canteen Gwen’d given me. I took a sip of icy cold water and went back to sit in the common room corner.
Under the cots in the bedrooms and furniture in the common rooms, the floor was made of the sides of shipping crates. One wall was dedicated to shelves lined with things. They were the randomest things, from toasters, to daggers, to a dog collar. Things that got stolen probably. Particular things the thieves were proud of getting.
The curtain separating the room was made entirely of stamps. The kind people sell for hundreds in church basements and frame.
On the ceiling were glued different coins. More collectables. I wondered why nobody would steal those, it wasn’t that high of a jump from a bunk compared to the heights I’d seen Joel Madison jump. They were attached to form the constellations during the night, and gather along the edges during the day.
Waiting was pure torture.
I tugged my necklace off my neck and starred at the beads as if I could extract their stories by pure will power.
It didn’t work.
I put it back on and starred down at the logo on my T-shirt. What was camp Half-Blood? I couldn’t figure anything out and started playing with the 1 other object I had. The pen Gwen’d taken from me. I took the cap off and it grew into an enormous 3 feet long sword, made out of bronze.
-Holy Styx! I yelped, nearly dropping it. I heard the sound of 3 people waking up. The 3 guys walked through the hallway from the room to the common room, looking half-dead.
-Awe, what the heck, Add? Why’d you – Holly Remus, what’s that?
-It was a pen! A pen, and I took the cap off and it turned into a sword! They looked at it in awe.
-Dang, that’s cool! Joel Madison, Gwen’s 10 year-old brother, said.
-Where did you get that? Henry, the guy Gwen’d betted on, said.
-Oh yeah, he doesn’t remember his name but he knows all about where he got that from. Kyle, Joel’s creepy little twin, said.
-Anaklumos. I whispered.
-Ha! He does know! 20 bucks, cough it up! Joel demanded.
-Where’s Anaklu-smish? Henry asked.
-No, its name is Anaklusmos. I said.
-Guys, what the Pluto, some of us are trying, Holy Remus! Add, what’re you holding? Gwen asked, appearing in the hallway with her sisters.
-It was a pen, and then I uncapped it.
-Oh my gods, that’s awesome! 12 year-old Marissa said, peeping over Gwen’s shoulder.
The other girls- Quittrie, Samantha, Gabby and Alena walked across to check it out, and the 7 year-old thief, Darren, woke up. A huge conversation in the camp’s main language, Latin, picked up. I just stood there without understanding a thing until Alena had a question.
-What did you say its name was? Alena asked.
-Anaklusmos.
-Riptide. In Ancient Greek. Gabby said.
-What’s up with you and Ancient Greece? Gwen asked.
-Does it matter? Merry Christmas! Samantha said.
-Yes, day off! Darren said. The whole house was excited, but obviously Gwen thought it did matter. And I agreed with her. It had to mean something.
-Sorry I woke you up. I apologised to Joel.
-Hun? Oh, don’t worry man. We wake each other up at this time anyways. Joel said.
-Well, might as well do the rites now. Gwen said.
Everybody formed a semi-circle around the fireplace.
-The rites to Vesta, goddess of home. The head of house does it every morning. Joel whispered in my ear.
Gwen took a cupcake-shaped jar and took a pinch of salt from it. She threw them in the flames, speaking words in, like, Latin. Her footwork, her movements, the words, they were all perfectly placed to happen at the right time. At the end everybody bowed and Gwen put the jar back on the mantel, next to a statuette of Mercury.
-I have to go talk to Da, Add, you’re coming. Gwen said.
-Umm, okay. I said.
-You guys get dressed, no armour required, and make it quick if you want to beat everyone to it. The stuff’s in compartment 4.
-Where’s compartment 4?
-You haven’t figured it out yet? None of you? Gwen asked. She looked singularly disappointed as she reached for something in her pocket, a key, and tossed it to Gabby, second eldest.
-Lose it you die. Common Add.
I recapped the sword (which looked absolutely idiotic) and it turned back to a pen. We walked out of the room and we both froze (no pun intended).
-What the Pluto? This is California! Gwen said.
Fluffy white snowflakes were falling from the sky, there was already an inch of white frost on the ground.
-It was like a thousand degrees yesterday! I protested. Gwen muttered something in Latin.
-What?
-Nothing, let’s go.
The city was quiet, with its frosted roofs and chilly winds. It could’ve made a decent postcard scene.
-Merry Christmas. Gwen said.
-You too. I said.
-Did you have any plans for the holidays? Gwen asked as we turned a corner.
-Probably. You?
-Well, every year our cabin, we… I shouldn’t say it right here, you’ll see later. But we’ve been planning it since March.
-No, I mean, with your family. I said. Gwen’s look made me regret asking. She wore a green pullover with a round neck and jeans. Her shark tooth necklace hung around her neck and her gladus hung at her side and the snow stuck to the bottom of her pumas.
-I don’t really talk to my mom. She got remarried a year after the brats were born, to a guy she met on the Internet. It’s not he’s not nice, it’s just… Sometimes she just isn’t considerate for Joel, Kyle and I. I’ve been at camp since I’m 7, but when I tried to go back to live with her it just kin-of went downhill with us. She tried to take us to New York when Grant- that’s her husband- had a business meeting there, to try and make it a vacation. She gets mad at us for doing every single damn thing that children of Mercury do.
-So stealing?
-In part. I’m too good to get caught, Joel and Kyle aren’t klepto, but more in the practical joke section. It’s not that I don’t like her just… She forgets who we really are. Last year I went to see her and she looked right through us like we were kids like Grant’s, 3 meant to be perfect little angels who tuck their shirts in their pants and floss after every meal.
-I get it. I said.
-Usually I spend Christmas here with everybody. It’s cool, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Gwen said. And I believed her.
7 years old… Gwen’d been training since she was 7. Why did that sound familiar?
She approached the cabin that had a door and knocked. Nothing. She knocked again.
-I’m not opening Gwendolyn Madison, forget about it! Somebody yelled.
-I come in peace! Unarmed, no stink bombs, paint or syrup I swear to Mercury! Gwen said. The door unlocked.
The guy standing in the doorframe had a messed up face. No making it any nicer or softer, that was it.
His eyes were two different colors, brown like tree bark and the left icy blue, closer together then normal. He had brown hair and his nose looked like he frequently rammed himself into walls and his lips were pursed. He had an under-bite and two pointy teeth were sticking out. All in all: bulldog.
-Is Dakota there?
-Where else would she be at freaking 6:30 o’clock in the freaking morning? He grumbled.
-Dakota! Klepto red-head’s here! He yelled into the house.
-Merry Christmas by the way. Gwen said.
-Fneh! He said before stomping off.
-Dael, don’t scare my friends. Dakota complained. She appeared in the doorframe. She was wearing skinny jeans and a red tank top with a printed-on Christmas light string going around her waist.
-Hey Gwen, hey Add, what are you guys- Holly Remus, is that snow?
-Yeah, a freaking inch of snow and more’s coming down.
-Welcome to California Add. Please excuse my problem-I mean brother. Dakota said.
The cabin confused me. One wall was all cabinets. Doors, and doors, and doors. Most of them were square, but I spotted a hexagon, and the material and handles altered. It was like a giant mosaic.
The fireplace was big enough for me to fit inside just fine, and a fire crackled, warming the living room. There was a hallway that led to more rooms, like in Mercury’s cabin, besides was a mini kitchen. A mini-fridge, boiler and cabinet hanging above. A girl with two high green ponytails walked in. She starred at us.
-Oh. Hi. She said before scurrying away.
-Who’s she? Gwen asked.
-Katelynne. Undetermined, Lupa put her with us for a while.
-Don’t strangers go with the children of the traveling god?
-Janus was the god who took in Saturn when he was on the run from Jupiter.
Cue blank look.
-Saturn, the god of agriculture and the father of the big gods, was chassed away by his son Jupiter. Janus, who was ruler of Latium, sheltered him. We take in strangers once in a blue moon. Dakota elaborated.
-Maybe she’s a daughter of Iris. I suggested.
-Maybe. Anyways, why did you come here about? I don’t reckon you’re here for Christmas carols. Dakota said.
-No. But if you want me to sing…
-Don’t. Dakota shook her head.
-I found this pen in my pocket… I started. I finished the story.
-You know Add, the more you know about yourself, the easier it’d be for me to… Nah, I shouldn’t offer.
-Offer what? I asked.
-The doors over there. Everybody is represented. If I can find yours, I can actually see your beginning. Where you come from.
-Well dot it, Da! What are you waiting for?
-The thing is… Sometimes things happen for a reason. Sometimes you keep things secret until you can’t. But the choice is yours, Add. Do I look for your past?
I thought about the little I knew about myself. My weapon, my age. My girlfriend…
I will never make things easy for you Seaweed brain, get used to it. Her voice echoed in my head.
Well at least one of us will…
-Go for it. I said.
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