The Dreamers Exchange

Chapter 12: Why Do You Assume Your The Smartest In The Room?

She looked up at Jake. Framed blonde hair and shocking blue eyes, she had a young rounded face.

"I want you to leave us alone. I'm from The City of Gods. I'm not anybody from a book you've read. But I am a demigod. And I want you gone. Out of our lives. Hercules doesn't know the truth about you. Paster doesn't understand it either but he's weird about you. I do mean WEIRD. But I promise I will expose you when the time comes. You're a monster"

"Maybe that monster is really nice and has a plan you don't know?" Jake said smiling transcribing their conversation to his notes.

"I promise I will tell Hercules Smith the truth about you."

"That's your prerogative"

"Are you seriously writing everything down?"

"I have to take notes. Whoever you are" Jake said already getting an idea. She was hero from a novel. She lied. She wasn't good at hiding. Sometimes in magic the real world and that of fiction blend.

Other times scribes are recruited to recount and account real stories just as the one you are reading, as fiction. Sometimes the worlds bleed and blend in what we know as pop culture magic. Remember that jack story from earlier? Though Jake himself wasn't one for the sort. Like I said before, more than just on the page. This heroine had entire movies made about her, a character in a musical play, she was famous and she was from The City of Gods. That was no lie. The City itself had been recounted over and over again for centuries, but always in a new dragged disguise. Sometimes as a summer camp, other times as a hotel. Sometimes as a bar. Once or twice as a boarding school. Nobody truly knows what "The City of Gods" is or what truly means under its disguises. But what we do know is that unlike this girl who will remain unnamed, it has always been recounted.

"Will you leave us alone?" She asked stern standing her guard. She must've been no younger than 21.

"How about no? This is my life too you know- you just so happen to be in it"

"Then you have made yourself an enemy today Jake Caloway. Goodbye" she said disappearing no longer projecting in his home. Jake had a huge headache. Demigods this, relationships that, City here, city there. He wondered if anybody really gave a shit about him or if he had the time? He was sick of waiting.

He was sick of Maika on the astral and Summer and DJ. He wanted to escape. He didn't trust his instincts. He didn't know if any of this was real. If it was- then how much of it was conjured just to fuck with him. Then Jake realized, he always believes in this, he must just be tired.

Jake fades out of the memory. He looked out the window. "Thank god I'm not that person anymore" he thought to himself. "Bleeding Ink". Jake thought quitely. "It's all just bleeding ink". Bleeding ink like jacks, was a blurring of the worlds. Of fiction and reality. But I cannot recount to you those tails.

His friends are type lipped, and Jake recited no notes. Jake's car ride stopped short and he finally arrived home with several groceries in hand. "Fuck my life" there after Jake made his way up to his bedroom Jake was met by an old friend. Anthony from the mental ward. A magician he knew from the astral, and of course the usual guests of Summer and DJ who were ushered out of the room by Anthony. For some reason despite never giving Jake the privacy he requested they more then willingly moved for Anthony.

Anthony told Jake that he'd find him again. Then asked Jake which god he was. "You're a little white for Osirus" DJ commented towards the bear of a man.

"I get that alot" Anthony smiled. Anthony and Jake begun a conversation. The others were now gone.

"Yeah sorry I forgot how nice you were" Jake mumbled to Anthony.