The Misfortunes of Being a Demigod

4 ~ Daughter of Who?

She is not delusional.

Everywhere the new demigod goes, people stare. Their stares are  blazing gazes full of interest and curiosity and bulging eyes as if Malia were a mysterious new insect they wanted to dissect. Needed to dissect.

"That's her," They whisper in packs, lips moving carefully, eyes blazing intensively. "The girl that made the force field."

"She pushed Drew without even touching her."

Malia Thompson just ends up growling at the hungry gossipers until they get the message and walk away, mind still reeling of what and who the girl is. 

At lunch that day, she can't take it anymore.  She is sitting between Connor and Amelia when Amelia pokes her fork into Malia's arm. "Soooo... If I throw this fork at you, will you blow it up?"

Malia's eye twitches. "Excuse me?"

Behind her, Connor laughs and chokes on his burger. "Like, you know. That purple bubble. What are you?"

"I'm a fucking vampire!" She yells in frustration, pushing herself up from her seat and storming straight to the Big House to see Chiron.

He answers the door with a smile, dubious to the rumors. He acts brainless to the fact a girl is wandering the camp with the ability to grow a purple ball around her and throw it at campers.

"I need answers." Malia says flatly, pushing herself past Chiron and into the house. She plops herself down on the couch and crosses her arms.

"I was wondering when you were going to come and see me." The centaur replies, closing the door and walking towards the girl. "I heard about what happened."

"Why didn't you call for me?" She demands. "I've gone this entire day with people throwing questions down my damn throat."

He chuckles. "That is not my choice. I was waiting for you to decide when the right time was to chat."

The troubled teen wonders why all advisers are this stupid. They wait for you to make the first move instead of getting off their lazy asses and doing something.

Malia looks down at her hands as if expecting the purple light to appear. "I don't know what happened. I don't know how I turned it on and off. All I know is that I thought I was going to get hit and it appeared."

Chiron purses his lips. "What exactly was it?"

"Some sort of protection field." She touches her palms together. "I think it was made of electricity. Connor said my eyes turned purple."

For a second, Chiron's face lights up in acknowledgement but it is quickly replaced with repudiation. His eyes glimmer with lost memories: thoughts and stories and a thousand myths.

"What?" Malia demands. "What is it?"

If the centaur knows something, he doesn't say. "I just-... No, impossible. She hasn't been seen in a thousands years." It sounds more like he is talking to himself rather than the girl sitting in front of him.

Malia leans forward. "Is there something you're not telling me? Whatever it is, I deserve to know. Is it something bad? Is it related to the dreams I've been having?"

The teenage girl has never felt more redundant but she needs to know. Chiron looks at her in shock and she quickly explains the warnings of The Lady In Gold.

Chiron strokes his beard. "Listen to me carefully, child. Those dreams are not good. If it's true what this goddess is saying, then you must be in danger."