The Cursed Soul

Chapter 8

ÍROAS

Although I've spent almost my whole life fantasizing everyone from the Greek Pantheon stories like they are very much alive, never have I imagined that I'd eventually see one of them right before my eyes. – Well, except for Hecate who has occasional visits in my dream of course as she is the Goddess of the world I lived in, and most probably the one responsible for my second life.

So anyway, back to the present...

"Stop, Chariot of Damnation." unconsciously, the words slipped out my tongue when I heard Nico chanted some words in Greek after the golden drachma mysteriously sank in the ground. And I knew enough to differentiate simple words from enchantments. And my theory proved me correct one second later when an old, shabby looking, New York City cab emerged. And I must say, I was rather astounded by what I saw because even in the wizarding world, what happened couldn't be considered normal. – 'Is this how magic works in our family?'

"How... What –"

"It's the Chariot of Damnation," Nico cut me in, "This is operated by the Gray Sisters. You might find them creepy and scary but they're... okay." My mind quickly rummaged for the familiar words in my memories. And when I found it... I choked. Saying some general stuff I knew about them. Every word spilled is full of admiration and glee. But before Nico could even say a thing, three voices from inside the cab spoke consecutively. And oddly, the last one called me Perseus. But all their voices are weird and mumbling like they just had a shot of novocaine hence, I shove the thought, thinking I might have misheard the word.

'I could see why Nico assured me first to not be scared of the three' – But I've seen and fought Mountain Trolls myself, twice. Merlin's Beard! I even saw a literal two faced man. I wouldn't be frightened by just seeing three eyeless ladies with only one eye.

Nico is examining my expression. And I realized something just now; If he really is a relative of mine, he might also be a wizard like me. I mean, he should be. He must be...

But he doesn't recognize my wand when he saw it last time! That was the statement that immediately countered my theory. – But with this thing he just did, it's definitely not something a muggle could do. – Maybe the witches and wizards in Greece use different mediums for their magic.

Finally convincing myself, A broad smile then crept upon my face, "I knew it! I knew it! You're not a muggle!." I squealed happily, pointing my finger at him as though I was accusing him for something in disbelief.

I bid my goodbye to him and stepped into the cab, holding a bag full of golden drachmas and another containing the reason why I was left out alone by my Aunt. – Leaving this place seems a bit melancholic, heck who am I kidding! Leaving this place is kind of a bummer.

I settled myself from the back seat, trying to seek some comfort I couldn't find, which I don't know if it is because of this dusty, old rugged seat making my skin itch or the overwhelming misery I have for leaving this place.

"Could you bring me to King's Cross Station? That's in London, England."

The three drivers smiled vigorously but in a creepy way, the one in the middle spoke,

"Ahh... Our kind of fair. – Pricey!" She finished. I gulped and unconsciously grip the pouch Nico handed. – 'I hope you gave me enough drachmas.'

Before hitting the engine up, my hand quickly searched for the buckle and secured my poor self. We sped off instantaneously at a high speed, as in really fast, I was forced to slam hard my head against the headrest. 'Oh Gods!' everything I see from the window is a whip of blur.