MASKS

Chapter ten

APOLLO

Olympus: the highest mountain and the home of the gods. It was perfection in everything that it was.

It didn't have dark alleys like other cities, didn't have beggars, didn't have graffiti, didn't have a single golden coble stone out of place, it was everything some mortals believed heaven to be and yet I couldn't help but believe it to be my hell.

There was a celebration happening down below. I didn't know what it was for and I was more than willing to bet not many knew the reason, the gods rarely needed a reason to celebrate. I was stuck in my place though. I wasn't in a celebrating mood, I rarely am these days. I had a major headache. I felt like my head was going to split open and I knew it was because something was causing a strain on one of my domains. I was blinded to it but I could feel it happening. Something somewhere happened that has shifted or current timeline.

Most humans and demigods seem to think that fate was set in stone, that everything they do is controlled by the ladies Fate. They spin the life threads, they pick when life starts and ends and how long it will last. Think of life as a marathon, you have your standard checkpoints, and different paths but one end goal. The fates make checkpoints for you but you make the decisions, then those decisions led you to different checkpoints in your life. Some major decisions can cause a shift. Sometimes some shifts can cause a fast-forwarding on a timeline or backtracking but it's so rare that a series of different decisions cause a shift so significant it creates a completely new timeline.

Something big was coming and the sea family was in the middle of it.

PERCY

Who passes mail over a school fence? Honestly, what was he thinking and why does he have only one eye? I don't care that everyone laughed when I said that, he had one eye and that's it. I was in the playground trying to keep myself from shifting too much so the letters don't fall out.

I was going to tell the teacher about them but then she left me here talking about an overactive imagination like I could imagine a whole person. I also knew if Kenny Stab knew about the letters he'd rip them, he was always teasing me and scaring people away from me, and he happened to be at the forefront of the mob of laughing hyenas, sorry, I meant laughing children.

Come on tears, of all the times I need a distraction it's now, come on come on. I'd rather run away 'crying' than stand here, plus I had dance class after school today, we were learning a new ballet move. While I was forcing tears to come I felt my stomach roll, I couldn't wait for lunch, then it started drizzling.

I almost cheered out loud, seeing as I couldn't cry with relief, kids would rather stomp in muddy puddles than laugh at someone else they started drifting away distracted by the rain. When I passed Mrs Cobbiie as she raced to the other kids I heard her murmur how it wasn't supposed to rain today, I hope mum had an umbrella but other than that I thanked whatever god was looking out for me.

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Madam Ree, that's the name of my dance instructor and in one word I'd say she was beautiful. I don't mean beautiful in the face value way, not saying she wasn't, but her beauty was more than just superficial. She had this aura around her, she was kind and strict but she had this ethereal light that shone from her, it's like every time I was anywhere close to her I wanted to dance. I mean I always want to dance, but next to her: wow. I wanted to show emotion, I wanted to express myself with my moves and that's what she encouraged. She taught us different kinds of dances but at the end of the week you come up with your own choreography to explain your week.

I love dance class, nobody laughed when someone messed up, it also helped that I was good at it. My mind wasn't present and I felt like miss Ree noticed. Her eyes kept shooting at me every time I did a minute stumble. I'd always been light on my feet so it was easier for me to move and find my balance which was ironic since I was I had zero coordination anywhere else except maybe swimming.

I kept trying to get lost in the song and instructions but my mind kept drifting to the letters. There were two of them; one for me one for mum. I wanted to know who they were from and more importantly what they said.

"Percy!" the sharp call caused me to stumble and also tumble into Jessicah Mare. Jessy was supposed to be the mean girl in the class. I say supposed to because when she starts talking I usually walk away and I guess that would cause someone to hate you, but I didn't really care.

She was taking me out of the line and back to the bars. It was basic and the worst kind of punishment when everyone was learning something new and now I'd have to play catch up (take about the story of my life)

"Yes Ms Ree," I asked sweetly. I was always sweet to her, I've never snarked at her and I wasn't about to for something that was entirely my fault.

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As I was stomping my way home (yes, stomping because I'm dramatic like that)I wanted nothing more than to just rip those letters to shreds, they were nothing more than trouble. I kept fuming. I didn't stop to hear Gabe or grab something from the kitchen, I just flew up the stairs and slammed my door shut.

I opened the one to me first. I was halfway through the first paragraph before I realised I didn't have to struggle to read this, I had zero problems like my dyslexia took a day off. Before I could continue my door banged open and the giant stink bomb walked (read waddled) in. His face was increasingly going between purple and red.

"Are you okay? I don't think humans are supposed to be that colour," I didn't think about what I was saying, or more importantly who I was saying it to. He was so mad, but mum was almost home, he wouldn't.....I didn't finish my thought before I was shoved off the bed and thrown against the wall. My vision was swimming in and out from hitting my head.

"When I call you, you respond, you don't ignore me and you definitely don't make noise running up my stairs!" he turned to leave but spotted the papers on my bed, "and what is this gibberish you're reading. If you're too stupid to write then tell me so I stop paying for your stupid school." Then he tore them into tiny pieces and threw them at my face.

When I woke up mum was shaking me awake asking how school was. I didn't understand. The two letters were on my dressing table looking perfectly undisturbed and I was tucked neatly in my bed, the bruise I could feel on the side of my ribs was the only indication that I hadn't been dreaming but then how did the papers fix themselves.

"Oh, is this mine?" mum asked grabbing the one addresses to her, "keep this for me, I'll look at it later."

When Gabe called we went down and I decided to forget today's weirdness.

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Hello everyone, how are you? I hope you're doing awesome. Finally, things are starting to build so fingers crossed I can actually give you what is in my head in all the awesomeness I'm imagining it. Anyway, as we go on wish me luck, I'm trying something and if it works I'm one step closer to my dream, so if you believe in God pray for me, if it's magic cast a good luck spell on me, if its the universe manifest for me. Bye, have an awesome day/night/week/month whatever you need.

As usual love

anglevil😈😇