Blessed

Chapter 3

The crowd stares at the sky. I look up. There's a glow there, too. I hear Athena's voice. "Child, it is time. You and three others must go to the oracle. There is no time to waste."

"But- but what about school?"

"This is far more important. You must be an example. You mustn't delay. Tell Samantualak-" Who is that? What kind of name is that? Oh... I don't know about the name but I have a guess about who she's talking about.

"You mean Sam?"

"Yes, Sam. Tell him to disperse the crowd except for you, Hanna, and Willow."

"Oh, okay." I say calmly, though I'm brimming with excitement.

As Athena fades away, I notice that everyone is staring at me strange, and Sam's face is the color of the pages in a brand new book- a frigid white.

"What's wrong?" I ask kind of nervous.

"You were talking to yourself, and some bright gold glow other than the sun was consuming the sky," Vera, blessed by Hermes, says.

"You didn't hear her?" I ask confused.

"Hear who?" the Hephaestus boy (Tayor? Ty? Tyler? Oh yeah, Tyler! That's it!) questions. I notice he's off his electronics.

"ATHENA!" I shout, annoyed. "I WAS TALKING TO ATHENA!"

"Who's that?" Tyler asks confused. "Is it your imaginary friend or something? I haven't had one of those since I was four." I roll my eyes, and turned my attention to everyone else. Most of them were paled or looking at me in awe. Sam had turned even paler. I didn't realize a human could physically get that pale, considering he had a tan earlier today. I guess satyrs can change color even easier. I mean, it's doubtable that humans could change from the color of wet sand to the color of toilet paper that quickly.

I sigh. "Can I talk to Sam? Alone?"

I am responded to by a bunch of annoyed "sure"s.

"What'd Athena want?" he asked.

"She wanted for you to send them all back to normal day situations but Willow, Hanna, and myself. She said it's time or something like that..." Somehow, the satyr has become a paler white than snow.

"You have to go," Sam said. "The oracle awaits you in the hill in Greece."

"Wait, what?"

"Go gather Hanna and Willow. I will find you transportation to Greece."

"There's 1,842.7 miles between London and Greece. Approximately." How do I know that? I always have random facts like that. Now, I know why.

"Then get Kiara to help."

"That's Poseidon's, right?"

"Yep."

"What can she do?" I question.

Sam smiles "Horses." Oh, right. Poseidon made horses when arguing with Athena with who would get control be the patron god of Athens. (Of course wisdom won.) That would mean I should probably be enemies of sort with Kiara. However, I won't judge until I get to know her. I'm not a judgmental person.

"Hey, KIARA!!" I call.