The Lost God

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: PRETTY GODDESSES ARE ANNOYING GODESSES

After their short discussing about nightmares and what they might mean, Will went to take a bath and I was left all alone with my thoughts.

Which is definitely not a good idea with demigods. Seriously, we overthink things way too much and all of a sudden we'd be thinking of things that aren't even remotely related to the thing we started to think about. For example, I had started to wonder about the meaning of my dream and ended up with thoughts on Nico riding a unicorn.

Don't even ask how that happened.

"I see you're deep in thoughts." A new voice said to me. I took out the knives from my dress pockets and turned around ready to attack.

"Oh, no need to worry darling. I mean no harm. Put those weapons down." The stranger told me. Her voice was as melodic as ever, her looks ever better than her voice. Her hair were short and wavy and her eyes were the shade of grey stormy clouds. There were absolutely no imperfections on her face. She was wearing simple clothing, jeans, a white tank top and a red flannel shirt. For a second, she looked like the female version of Aaron to me. Then I could notice glimpses of my recent girlfriends (we dated a month before I moved to the States), Jessica; and weirdly enough, Shawn Mendes.

There was no way anyone can look that pretty. So I decided this woman must either be a goddess or a monster. Or just some immortal being, I don't know. I am still new to this stuff; I am just planning of surviving through guessing.

"My aren't you beautiful. I did make a perfect match, indeed." The woman gushed as I stared at her. "I think it might as be as lovely as that of your brother and the son of Hades. And you have fashion sense too! That's even better."

I stared at her cluelessly, "I have no idea who you are or what you are talking about."

She laughed blissfully, as if my words were hilarious to her, "Well you can guess, surely the child of the god of logic will be able to figure it out. Now tell me, how do I look."

"Gorgeous." I replied without hesitation, then blushed furiously at myself for just blurting out my thoughts like that. I think it's her presence that's making me feel like this, but still. I don't want to go around telling every pretty person they're gorgeous.

She laughed again, "Of course I am. That is not what I meant my dear child. I meant to know who do you think I look like?"

"Um, Shawn Mendes?" I replied. "But like if he was a female."

"Ah yes, that man. He's quite a gorgeous one isn't he?" she asked. "I do take pride in the blessing I gave him. Of course, your father would rather state that his popularity is because of his musical skills, but of course Apollo just likes to brag about anyone who's contributing to his domain. But that is not what the answer I was asking for."

I stared at her, "You know my dad?"

"Of course I know him silly. Our domains meet together a lot of times." She told me. "I mean, love poems and love songs are what his domains of music and poetry were built on. What would they be without me?"

"You're Aphrodite." I realised, feeling stupid at not getting it quicker. "The goddess of love and beauty. Aaron's mum."

The goddess beamed at me, "That is correct. And I tend to help you on your journey to find your love."

"You mean my journey to finding and rescuing my dad?" I asked her raising a brow. I mean, I don't mind find love, but I don't think now really is the time to discuss about this.

"Oh that, he'll be fine. No, I want to see you to fall in love." She told me excitedly. "And I have the perfect person for you too! And you already know him."

"So it's a him then." I muttered to myself.

"Ah yes. And of course, I tend to make it as exciting as I can." She continued cheerfully. "I haven't had this much fun since Percabeth. I mean Solangelo is of course one of my favourites, but it wasn't as exciting as I wanted it to be. Hades threatened to burn my favourite dress and replace all of my portraits with pictures of that wretched Scarlett Johansson. Such a shame. They're a lovely couple."

I blinked, "Right. I think I'd like for you to keep it not exciting, if that's fine. I am not going to write an autobiography."

"Oh you are hilarious. I see your sense of humour is better than your father." She laughed, even though I was completely serious. "I wish your love life will end up being better than his too. It was beautiful, but oh so tragic each time."

"You are the goddess of love." I pointed out. "Don't you control that?"

"Yes I do." She replied. "You're point?"

"Never mind." I decided that it was pointless to even question the goddess. No wonder she's not the goddess of wisdom or logic. No one would even know what those words even meant if she had been one. It would have been a disaster.

"Aren't all the Olympians looking for dad? Shouldn't you be helping us?" I asked her.

"We can't directly help heroes, Aurora." She told me. "Why do you think Artemis ruins all those girls' lives by turning them into an eternal maiden just so they would follow her?"

If she's talking about the hunters of Artemis, I don't really get her point about this. I thought Artemis was pretty cool.

"Because she doesn't have any children and even she needs mortals to do things she can't." she answered her own question. "If we could help you then trust me, she would have gone to rescue Apollo herself. It's because she can't that's why she sent two of her unfortunate maidens to assist you on this quest."

"But you can come here to talk about my love life?" I asked, as politely as I could.

"Well that isn't considered interfering in demigod quests." She replied as if that was obvious. "But there is one thing that will be helpful on the quest. Tell my son he'll be needing my mirror. Now close your eyes."

I didn't even process her words, but somehow my eyes closed on its own. When I opened them there was no love goddess in sight.

What did she mean by the mirror? Why would Aaron even need to use a mirror? To check his hair? I am pretty sure with the way he runs his hand through his hair every five minutes that he probably wakes up with perfectly styled hair.

That lucky bastard.

And I am getting off topic again.