The New Moon, Son of Artemis.Getting Settled.

Dont take the flying shoes

We had to fly short distances at a time. It wore Sophie out quickly, it was understandable. We couldn't really fly, we could jump really far though. We would have a running start and leap. The winds would pick us up and carry us for about a mile. Then Sophie needed to rest. She had ten minute catnaps between each leap and then we would get back to it. After about two days we were across the country in the Sunshine state. I knew where he was, he was always there. One city where nothing is weird anymore. We made a pit-stop in Jacksonville and ate some "True Memphis" BBQ. I've been to Memphis, theirs was better. Then we kept "flying" all the way to Miami. He would be here. When Sophie was really nervous the wind would pick up, so I inched closer to her folding a letter into a paper airplane. I then stomped on her foot. Not as hard as I could but she definitely felt it, I could tell from the yelp and her leaping in the air. The winds took this moment to howl and I flung the paper airplane. The origami figure went swirling into nothing until a tear swallowed it. I can only describe it as grey water, swirling, catching the letter. Sophie looked at me to protest my attacking of her foot but I held my finger up to silence her. Now all we have to do is wait. Then I saw it, out of the corner of my eye, another tear. I grabbed Sophie's hand and yanked her along in my sprint towards the opening in space. This was him, most definitely. As we leapt through, we were refreshed by the godly emptiness. If we stayed any longer then we would have died a horribly painful death, and most mortals would die just jumping through. We ended our aimed free fall in a small, windowless shed, covered with heads and gear and tools. All spoils, all cursed. The boy in front of us had a sharp nose, upturned eyebrows, but his smile was gone, no one has seen it since he became this. He looked about twenty now, it's been a while. He was fairly muscular and had unkempt sandy hair. He had a scar on his right cheek running from his right eye to his jaw. He was sitting at a desk cluttered with equipment and stains. "You called? I was expecting you to know better than that Davilson. I don't want to kill someone again..." He was eying Sophie as he said it. I was already low on patience with this gentleman. "She is prettier than your last accomplice, and of the wind." He said this as he stood up and walked towards Sophie. He began to stroke her arms and run through her hair. "You know, she could easily be good payment for for your answer." As he said this a slammed an ingot of Imperial Gold onto his desk. Just to make a point I picked it up and held it against his skin until he began to burn. "It has been to long Jack, since I have felt such good pain." As he said this he sliced a piece off with one of his enchanted knives. He then sliced a bloody slit into his flesh under the collar bone and put the gold there. He has lost his mind here, he deserves to die but I need answers. "I have only one question that needs answers. Tell me..." He cut me off, "Could I interest you in some flying shoes, all you need to do is fit them, one size fits all patent pending, and say Maia and the wings pop out and you can fly!" "I don't need your cursed items Castellan! I have a question and have paid up front so answer me vile monstrosity!" My rage had reached a peak. I had to get and trust the answer of a madman. "How can her transmission of Jinxings be used and can it be fixed other than death?" He is the only one who would know. "Touch is the easy way, she can also pray to to her father for anyone, or she can focus for a moment to give it to a creature in sight range. Pretty easy, but a reversal. That is tricky. Death is the obvious one but you could try by the tears of Chuck Norris or by a thirty six hour resting period with twelve strait hours of sleep. That should do it."