Goddess of Troy

VI

F l y

Golden sunlight bored out of Lucius's eyes as they stared straight into Helena's.  A devil of a smile tugged at his lips, "So you're new here."  Helena was disgusted at how hard he was trying to flirt and he was failing badly.

"Leave her alone, Lucius."  Cato appeared behind him, with a shirt in his hand and a towel around his neck -obvious that he had popped straight out of the shower.  Lucius unwillingly obliged, but before he left, he had whispered something oddly colorful into Cato's ear.  Helena saw how Cato's hands balled into fists, ready to knock Lucius out anytime.

Once Cato made sure that Lucius was gone, he turned back to come face to face with Helena.  "My half brother,"  he explained, "can be a pain in the ass."  Helena didn't have anything to say about Lucius, but she knew by what he had whispered in Cato's ear, that she disliked him.

Helena played around with the hem of her shirt and debated whether if it was the right time to ask about his family, but ended up deciding against it as she pictured it to be rather awkward.  "When are you going to teach me how to fly?", she finally asked, letting go of her shirt hem.

Cato's features softened a little at her question, "We could always go now."  He pointed his finger out the window and raised his eyebrow suggestively.  Cato was now back to his normal self, something about Lucius and Helena together bothered him majorly.  Helena felt infected by the way he acted.  She propped a hand on her hip with a wide grin on her face, "You're on."

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The walk down to The Arena was silent, but in a comforting way.  Cato ha whispered half way on their trip but soon stopped when he ran out of breath.  The two of them arrived in a grassy patch in the maze.  

"This should do,"  Cato spoke up, being the first to break the silence. 

Helena looked around at the tall blocks of concrete that all stood vertically up in the soil, "Don't you guys get in here? and, where are the lions?"

Her knees buckled as Cato's honey-comb chuckle bounced off and echoed along the walls, "There are no lions and we learn the route off by heart before we enter the maze so stick by me or you'll get lost."  Cato warned as his eyes darkened into a exuberant tangerine orange.  He walked himself to a larger grassy area, a few meters away from Helena.

"You might want to step back."  he warned again.  

Helena backed up two steps, looking for approval but Cato ushered her back with a few flicks of his wrist, "No, no.  Back a little more...there...okay."  Standing shoulder width apart, Cato explained, "You must know much gravity you want to defy, as in how much air you want to cover and control around yourself."  He slowly bent one knee down to touch his right hand down to the ground, "and then push off enough to make a sound like this."

As he took off, the same thunderous clap echoed in the maze.  Helena watched him shoot through the sky, awed at how controlled his every move was.  Several others around The Arena stopped and watched Cato in the sky.

Then, he had stopped mid air and let himself drop to the ground, earning a scared shriek from Helena.  Before he could hit the ground, he halted to a stop, "Fun?"  His eyes were a deep, burnt orange filled with adrenaline.  Helena stilled had both her hands covered over the mouth and was recovering from the sudden free fall, but nether-the-less, still nodded a yes.