Young Gods ↣ Bronnor ◦ Trames

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I tried my hardest not to limp the next day.

I forced on a smile as I made my way downstairs and greeted Brad and my mother who were both standing in the kitchen.

I was kind of disappointed when I woke up and Brad was gone,

But I figured he was just going to the bathroom or was already downstairs.

So I threw on a shirt and did the same.

Brad locked eyes with me as I slowly sat down at the kitchen table.

I couldn't help but whine a bit, my bum really hurt.

Mom raised an eyebrow and I just smiled at her.

"I'm making pancakes"

Brad exclaimed happily.

"Actually, your mother's helping me but"

I looked at the pan they were cooking in and let's just say that I was going to have some very burned pancakes.

"It's not going so well, turns out we both can't cook"

He gave me an apologetic smile.

"What's cooking?"

My dad yelled out as he walked downstairs.

"Burned pancakes"

I yelled back.

Suddenly the foot steps stopped.

"If mom asks, I'm not here"

I heard him walk again, back up the stairs probably.

I looked at my mother who just pouted.

Fine then.

I sighed and walked towards the stove to take the pancake out of the pan and make some new ones.

Turns out that Brad and my mother can't quite progress what it means to flip a pancake.

So I taught them how to actually make pancakes and then we ate together.

Brad told me how there were a few portals to get to Olympus and how we needed to take the one in the woods by our camp.

Since that was the easiest way for us.

I nodded and asked my dad if he could bring us back to camp which he happily agreed to.

(He had sneaked in after smelling non-burnt pancakes)

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I was kind feeing nervous as I set my bag down in front of me.

And I had every right to be.

I was meeting Brad's parents.

We waved goodbye to my father and walked past the border of our camp.

I looked over at Brad who bit his lip, almost in a nervous way.

He saw me looking at him and quickly smiled.

I raised an eyebrow but before I could ask about it James came walking out of the stables.

He walked over to us the second he saw us.

He was back to walking around without a shirt so I figured everything was okay again and Tristan was now fully recovered.

"TRIS"

He yelled out as he sprinted the last few feet towards us.

I stood frozen in my spot.

He wasn't seriously goi-