Fairytales Aren't Perfect

Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY:

                Melody paced inside Coach Aphrodite's office. Her chilled hand clutched to her chest as she observed the small office space. Considering the last time she had seen the coach she had been waist deep in flying horses and clouds, it seems like quite a downsizing had been made.

                Melody's lips pushed themselves together and she sank down into the brown office chair that sat across from the desk. She studied the small, cheap wooded table that held absolutely no personal touches except for a small stack of romance novels that were pushed to the side. Mind the small phone and computer, it was almost completely deserted. It was a ghost's desk.

                Just then the door behind her opened with a flutter of wind that ruffled Melody's short curls and chilled the back of her spine.

                "Sorry I kept you waiting, one of the boys ripped their shirt," The Coach explained as she came around the desk and took her chair across from where Melody sat. The woman’s ever changing eyes sparkled as she drew a perfect white smile on the curves of her face. "A fluke accident involving the wind I suppose..."

                Melody almost smiled, she had no doubt that it had not simply been the wind; in fact this woman was probably a lot more than a fiction character she had dreamt up.

                "I want you to tell me who you are," Melody said bluntly.

                Aphrodite’s smile crashed a little bit and she touched the whistle that hung around her slender neck lightly. "I already told you who I am Melody..."

                "I know what you told me, but I meant, what do you have to DO with everything that's happening?"

                She had the grace to look uncomfortable, no longer beautiful and aloof on her golden throne. Melody grimly noted how she still looked as elegant as any good princess. "Have to do with what?"

                Two blue triangles appeared on Melody's face as she fixed the lovely woman with a mean look. "You have something to do with everything, I know you do. And now I want to know why you did it." It was a demand if she had ever heard one. It actually felt odd coming from her, she hadn't demanded anything from anyone in a very long time. Not that anyone would pay much attention if she had.

                Annoyance flickered in the woman’s eyes as they turned a dark grey but it liquefied into a soothing brown. "Sweetheart," she begun and Melody flinched at the word; if the Coach had seen it she gave no notion of it.  "I didn't do anything, in fact I hardly have any idea what you're talking about." She folded her arms to her chest and leaned back in her chair.

                Melody glared at her and Aphrodite looked a little startled though she masked it well, clearly she wasn't used to people being so forceful, or at least being on the receiving end of it. "In my dream -”

                "- Vision!" Aphrodite put in, and Melody snapped her up with another mean look.

                "Whatever. In my vision, you were scared about something when I got to magic land-"

                "-Olympus!"

                "Fine, Olympus, and I want to know why."

                The woman shrugged a dainty shoulder, "I don't really know what you want me to say Melody."

                "The truth would be nice." She replied dryly, sitting a little back in her own chair.