Daughter of Hecate

Chapter Two

      Caleb's POV 

       I was trapped in the clutches of the Cyclopes meaty hands. How could this happen? How could the head counselor of the Apollo cabin get caught by a dull, one-eye lacking giant?

 
           Once I got caught I did one of the oldest tricks in the book, to play dead. Once the Cyclopes had caught me she through me to the ground. Fortunately I am the son of the sun god and the sun was up, leaving me two hours to stay conscious and heal a little later. After I was thrown against the rugged paved road I used my acting skills and did the roll I played for a drama at camp. I just fell to the ground with an agonized scream- luckily my voice didn’t change a lot yet so I could yell that high.   

            There were some perks though, I wasn’t trapped alone. I was in hostage with a pretty girl. She had eyes that seemed to change from a forest green to a hazel, she had light wavy hair that went a little past her shoulders. She looked scared but I peeked out of one eye and winked at her, to say that I have it all under control- which I didn’t but she didn’t know that. I then tried to get my wallet out of my back pocket which unfolded to a quiver that held all my arrows and I could maybe file the ropes that the Cyclopes tied us with and get us free.

            I kept trying to figure out what her godly parent would be. She started to talk about hair to the Cyclopes- maybe to distract them from looking at her pocket, I don’t know- she may be a child of Aphrodite. Then she started to stall which means she could have Hermes for a dad. She then summoned fire which burned my arm; I remember hearing that some children of Hephaestus can do that. She then summoned water, Poseidon? After that she casted a few spells; Hecate.

            At the end of the girl’s performance she managed to get us free and get rid of the Cyclopes all just in time for the sun to fully set and I -probably foolishly- fell to the ground fainting and had my healing session, I guess.

 

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            I woke up and found myself in a local crowded coffee shop. I made my way through and found a tan, golden blond haired eighteen year old starring out the window.

        
    “Father,” I said doing a slight bow.

            My dad turned to me and smiled, “Hello Caleb. Why don’t you sit down with me?”

            I did as my father told not wanting to make him angry and looked at what he was starring at earlier.

            The window showed the scene of the girl that freed me earlier. She was crying over something, I didn’t know what she was crying for, she looked too pretty to cry.

            “Her name is Sappho, good name, named after a famous Greek poetess.”

            “Why’s she crying?” I asked my dad.   

            Apollo smiled, “You’ll find out when you wake up, in the meantime why don’t you order a latte, they’re really good. You’re going to be leaving soon; you should take it to go.” 

            I smiled and nodded. Following my dad’s directions I ordered a latte to go and I immediately got sucked back into reality.

 

 

            I woke up and gasped, I hated the healing breaks I got with dad but it beats keeping the injury. I noticed I was what Sappho was crying over. When she finally noticed I was up she hugged me. She was sobbing, tears rolling down her cheeks.

            “What was that for?” I asked her quietly.

            She pulled back from the embrace, smiling, and wiped her eyes that appeared to be lighter.     

          “For coming back,” she replied.

          “I never left,” I said quickly summing up the past five minutes, “But we should, leave I mean. The monsters are everywhere; they’re probably some close by.”

            “There are more?” Sappho whispered.

            I nodded getting up from the cold ground and looked up at the pail moon. “I’ve got safe place we both can stay. Do you think you can be anymore scared than the Cyclopes?” I asked her.

            She shook her head slowly her eyes glistening in the silver ray of moonlight.

            I laughed, “Well you haven’t been driven by the fates.”

            Sappho raised one eyebrow, skeptical as I pulled a gold drachma out of my pocket.

            “Oh fates,” I said quietly, “Except this offering and take me and-” I turned to Sappho not wanting for her to know I already knew her name. “What’s your name?” I asked her.

            “Sappho.”

            I nodded and kept going. “Take me and Sappho to Half Blood Hill.”

            I threw the drachma at the ground and grey smoke clouded in front of me taking the shape of a taxi. Once the car was fully formed I opened the door for Sappho. Once she slid in I got in quickly.

            “We can’t take you to the top of the hill anymore.” A raspy voice said.

            Luckily it was dark and Sappho couldn’t see the three fates grabbing for the one eye they all shared. But darkness didn’t cloak what you can hear.

            “Give it!” one of the Fates said

            “Hey,” one yelled “I’m driving.”

            We swerved and I felt Sappho come scoot next to me. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders knowing this was probably all new to her.

            I felt the taxi exhilarate and I whispered into Sappho’s ear, “We’re almost there.”