Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"Maybe that's why we as a species love stories so much. All those chances for do-overs, opportunities to live the lives we'll never have."
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12.
HISTORIC DREAMS
IN HIS DREAMS ACE SAW A MAN. He was an older gentleman, with graying hair cropped close to his head. His Greek tunic was old and worn down with nothing more than a strap around his waist. His sandals looked like they desperately needed to be replaced. Yet, he was sprinting through the woods like he had no other choice in the matter. As he ran between the trees towards the sound of the rushing water he had two small bundles in each hand. His head kept looking back with every ten steps he took. He was trying to outrun something, that much was obvious.
Ace followed him without really realizing that's what he was doing. The boy traced the older man's path through the trees, Ace's eyes keeping firmly on his figure so he wasn't lost. Neither came to a stop until they hit a steady stream of water. A river about 30 feet wide, it was too dark out to tell how deep it was.
The man's heavy breaths could be heard even over the water. He found a pile of rocks and carefully, balancing the two bundles, reached behind them and pulled out two baskets small enough to fit the bundles.
Ace's gut turned, and he had a feeling he knew where this story was going.
Working fast the man placed one bundle in each basket. It was then Ace took a step closer and he saw that wrapped in each bundle was a child. Each stretching their little arms out. One of their months was open in a yawn. They couldn't have been more than a few weeks old.
The man looked behind him one more time. Nothing but fear, driving his actions. He placed one hand on each child and looked up to the sky.
"My apologies. I can't justify killing innocent children, especially sons of gods." The man muttered to whichever gods were choosing to listening. "Please keep them safe, stay with them."
He grabbed each basket and one after the other placed them in the rushing river and took all the time he could to make sure the babies would make it far down the bank. Once he pushed his luck long enough he turned and started to run back to wherever he came from, taking a different path back from when he came.
Ace knew the story, and so he knew he should be following the twins in the basket. Ace ran after them, flickering his eyes back and forth between the twins moving with the fast pace of the current, and the uneven edge of the river making sure he didn't trip and lose them.
He didn't know how long he ran, but he came to a stop when the twin baskets caught on an overgrown tree root that had made its way into the river on the opposite bank than Ace was standing. Then they both started to cry, upset that the gentle rocking by the current was now gone.
