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“So you know anyone in North Carolina?” I asked as we walked down the main road of a town, what was the town's name? I wasn’t paying attention.
“Nope.” Katherine responded.
“Where were you born?” I asked, do not think I have ever asked that before.
“Montana, you?” She answered.
“Like mountains?” I asked, and she nodded. “Same, I was born in Boston though I have been all over the country.”
“Really?” She asked skeptically. “You don’t have the accent.”
I rolled my eyes, “I prefer the russian accent that I picked up from the tutors my father hired for me.”
“So you didn’t do public school” She asked as she stopped in front of a small shop, from looking in the window it seemed to be a donut shop.
“Donuts…” She muttered.
“Want some?” I asked, I could easily buy some, I still have my card after all.
She shook her head, “No it's just some donut shops are monster nests. Some children of Hermes figured it out sometime in the 1900’s.”
“Really?”
She nodded, “They tend to pop up randomly.”
“Thought that’d be Dollar General.” I mused, after all my year in the south I noticed that they indeed pop up randomly.
“Well that’s being investigated last I heard.” She told me, completely serious.
“Right…” I sighed. The more I figure out the more I wonder how much is being hidden in plain sight. “The best hiding spot is one that you don’t notice, just happens to be in plain sight sometimes.”
“Very true, like you two didn’t notice me.” An older male voice that sounded very much like a classic surfer spoke from behind us.
Katherine and I whirled around, myself having sent a punch to whoever was behind me, which hit the guy in the gut.
“Little guy has a right hook on ‘em!” He chuckled, almost nonchalant about being punched.
“He’s not little.” Katherine said unamused while crossing her arms.
“Now now, he didn’t mean anything by is, did ya sugar?” A southern accented female voice said.
The two newcomers were a sandy blonde haired dude that wore shorts and an american flag tank top. The other was a woman in a wheelchair, she had blonde hair and seemed to look quite a bit like Demeter in physical aspects. Like Chiron she had a blanket over her legs, guess she got cold easily, or are blankets just a wheelchair aesthetic?
“Nah, little dudes just little.” He laughed.
I heard Katharine muttering something about having a first hand feel but chose to ignore it.
“Sorry about that sir, just get jumpy.” I apologized to him. After all if you had the Stolls pranking you then you’d be jumpy too. I would have lost it if I found another snake in my bed. What was their response? Something perverted.
“It's fine.” He waved off. “What are you two out and about doing, looking for your parents?”
“We just need to get to Florida.” I told him without thinking. Why did I do that?
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Advisor's Son
FanfictionThe Tome of Fates has guided me far on my goals. A mere drop of blood was all that was needed to unshackle me from my servitude to the cursed book. Though such a goal would require a delicate touch. The winds of magic guided me to the frozen north...
