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CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE
A GIFT FROM A GODDESS

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I CUT MY hair to a long-ish bob fifteen hours before boarding my flight to Los Angeles. The ends of my previously slightly over waist-length hair were dyed a nice blue and my father, along with Apollo, had somehow convinced me it would be better to cut it off.

Well, Apollo claimed it was because of the length. The shorter my hair was, the less likely it was to get in my way on this quest but I knew for a fact that my dad wanted me to cut it just because he hated the colour. I still remember the face he had made the day I got it done. He looked like a ghost, his eyes so wide and his mouth hanging open.

But he hadn't told me to cut it, even though he hated it. He had just explained to me how much I just damaged my beautiful dark brown hair (his words) and then, told me to do another colour next time that wouldn't take that much bleach to achieve. After that, I went to the salon and redyed that specific part of my hair for a while.

I had the intention of cutting it anyway, just not that much. Plus, I was very excited about dying my ends a beautiful red colour but I knew that in order to survive this quest I would have to be very discreet and somewhat invisible.

My father had taken me back to his house for a while where we spend our time watching our favourite movies and eating all sorts of junk food that he would never eat on his own. Then, he just hugged me all night as the clock ticked closer to my flight. I could tell that at some point he was thinking of a plan to get me to stay but thankfully, he never said or did anything because we both knew that there was nothing he could do.

I had to go and hopefully, I would return.

It was weird how quickly two days passed. I felt like I blinked and then, I was stuffing clothes in the biggest backpack I could find inside the house. I took the necessities, lots of pants and shirts, even another pair of shoes that I placed at the bottom of it in case I needed it. Then a toothbrush and toothpaste, a brush to make sure my hair was civilized and deodorant.

I had no idea as to what else I would need and just sat there, staring at the bag and thinking of the different possibilities of this guest. The dread of my death was there in the back of my head but it still hadn't set it so I wasn't worried about that much. But the worry of my failure was always there, haunting me.

What would happen if I failed?

Why didn't they just send the other two demigods on their own? From what I heard from Apollo, both were very good fighters and knew about everything unlike me. I didn't even know how to properly punch apart from that tip everyone gave in action movies - don't tuck your thumb. I was doomed!

Some sick games the Fates liked to play.

Just as I was about to close the bag, a hand was placed on my shoulder and I screamed in surprise, pushing it off me and jumping backwards. I fell on my butt on the bed when my knees touched it and I exhaled a breath when I noticed Aphrodite sitting there with a cheeky smile.

"Sorry," Her smile told me she wasn't.

I shook my head, a small sound like a laugh escaping me. "What are you doing here?" I almost asked her how she got here but then I remembered - goddess.

"Sorry for not knocking, I didn't want to run into your dad," She pressed her lips together into a thin line as she looked over her shoulder on the open door. "Can I close that?"

"You probably shouldn't," I answered, "He will come knocking the moment it closes. I think he's becoming very paranoid of me leaving without saying something or maybe someone taking me because he checks up on me every few minutes,"