Sorcery & Shadows (Based on the Heroes of Olympus series)

II

I told them about how I was raised by my Roman father, who was a magician (that's how he captured the attention of Hecate), and I went under 'training' by my mother after he died. After that, I had spent the later years moving from place to place, to avoid the attention of monsters and other entities by staying somewhere for too long. My family, trailing from generations of godly bloodlines, had safe houses all over the world. I knew the location of most of them, and they were all marked by our sign, όλα, which meant 'all' in Greek, or as it changed with the Roman aspects being uplifted in later times, omnes ('all' in Latin). 

Unfortunately, monsters still sensed my presence, and I was constantly under attack. Sad me.

And also, that was the (extremely) shortened version of my life. I may or may not have skipped out a few (fine, a lot) of parts. Important parts?

Well......... Maybe?

"So that's my tale," I finished.

"What a.. fascinating one," Reyna said hesitantly.

"I'll say! That's the best since Valdez's life story!" Coach exclaimed, waving his cookie around. We had shifted to the kitchen after I reverted the safehouse to its original state (kitchen, bedrooms and all) to eat.

Nico said nothing, and hadn't since I started telling them about my history. All he had done was give me that intent gaze, which would have been kind of creepy if he wasn't a son of Hades. But he was. And that made it all the more harder.

"So, what happens now?" He gave me that intense look of his, which both irked and amused me.

"Well," I said, standing up. "I'll show you guys to your absolutely high-class rooms for the night, and tomorrow you shall continue upon your journey to Camp Half-Blood with the Athena Parthenos." I gave Nico a look that said, 'Not now. Later.' He stood up too, sending me a half-nod. I took it that he understood what I meant.

"You can choose any room upstairs, just don't take the one in the middle," I continued, walking up the steps, the three of them trailing behind me. 

"Why not?" Reyna asked.

"Because it's mine," I said, with a small smile. "Go on and rest."

After making sure they all had everything in order, I left them to sleep and walked back down to look at the Athena Parthenos.

Oh, gods. This statue, in my home. I wasn't sure to be awed or terrified by the prospects.

"So much magic it contains, doesn't it?"

I didn't bother turning around. "Yes, it does. I could sense it from miles away without even trying."

The voice, a clear and warm woman's one, came closer, and the figure stopped to stand beside me. I averted my gaze from the statue to the lady beside me. This time, her hair was jet-black, thick and lush, falling down past her shoulders, and dark green-pupilled eyes, endless like the dark night. Just as similar to my pure-black ones. Her dress was white, with continuously shifting symbols flowing through the soft fabric. A dagger hung by her side and a green shimmer surrounded her, not unlike an aura. A very godly one, too. She was pale, beautiful and ageless. Behind her was a black dog, a labrador.