The Grim(m) Oracles

Meeting the Gods

"Blake?!"

Blake tried to find the words to express what she saw in the unexpected turn of events. But this would have to do. "What were you even doing out there?"

Weiss went wide-eyed and dared asked the question. "How.... Much did you see?"

Blake took a deep breath, "Everything. From your fireballs to the pink barrier, and that giant beam of fire. You really scorched the place. I'd be surprised if the forest wasn't burned down."

Weiss sat up to get away from Blake. She felt physically ill, nauseated. She allowed a muggle to see this happen so soon. Aphrodite's earlier words kept ringing through her mind.

'Severe punishment will follow if muggles see you...'

"Woah, don't get up." Blake pushed her back down on the bed. "I don't know what is happening," She admitted, "I probably will never be able to comprehend your situation...."

Weiss had one job. One job. She already failed that job. How would her mother react? Is she already shunned before taking a single step into Asgard? Will Odin throw her out because of her stupid mistake? Would she now be unable to help the Gods before meeting them? And the friends that she would make in the process.... Gone? This maelstrom of thoughts tortured her.

"You... Can't say a word about this..." Weiss pleaded.

Blake shook her head, "I have no intention to."

Then again, Blake is a secretive, mysterious woman. Weiss was already considering her before this event occurred. It simply sped up the process. Now Weiss was thinking of how to enter her as an official candidate.

Weiss sighed, "Can you stay here for the night?"

I'm going to see if they'll allow you.

Blake's eyebrows perked up, "Why?"

"This conflict will be resolved as soon as I wake up again. Please?" Weiss asked.

Blake scanned the Ice Queen and saw her worry. She did not want to put Weiss through more trouble; she's had a long night. Blake has also has never seen Weiss this panicky before. "I don't see how this could be resolved when you wake up, but I'll take your word for it."

Weiss sighed in relief, "Thank you." She closed her eyes, ready for sleep until a question shot her eyes open.

"Where do you want me to sleep?"

Those words. Weiss never had a friend sleepover before, and a gorgeous one to boot. She was actually kind of excited for the experience, even if this was not the ideal situation.

Without thinking, Weiss said, "You can sleep in my bed."

Oh god... Did I really just say that? Think of an excuse!

"It would be preferable if my father didn't catch you, I assume you snuck your way in here?" Weiss asked.

NAILED IT!

Blake stared at the space beside Weiss and blushed. "Yes, I did. Is there anything you need?"

"Water would be nice," Weiss replied.

Blake nodded and got her friend a glass of water. She headed back to the room, only to find Weiss in a deep slumber...

The next thing Weiss knew, she was standing in a pure bronze room on a pedestal. In front of her, standing proudly was an African American man with a long sword in his grasp. The man had bright yellow eyes and was wearing an intimidating golden horn helmet. His eyes went wide when he saw the foreign figure. He was about to move from his spot, but-