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four // strange terrain - circa survive

Adrian

By the time my eyes had adjusted to the brightness of the inside of a cabin, a searing pain at the back of my head had exploded.

I groaned as I lifted myself off the strange smelling red couch. The faint scent of hot dogs and the nostalgia of family barbecues pulled me to the door despite my pounding migraine.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I turned around slowly, my hand wrapped around my neck. It seemed as if my senses had left me, and I was a walking zombie.

But the sight of what stood before me snapped me out of it.

"And that explains the headache," I nodded slowly, backing up from the hulking beast before me. "What drug am I on this time?"

My hallucination laughed before me, chuckling calmly while stroking his goatee. "The chances!" the beast exclaimed, smiling. "So Y/N brought me back another demigod, has she?"

I squinted, not perceiving what the man was saying. It was now that I realized what I was staring at. A centaur.

"What kind of drugs was I pressured into using this time?" I groaned, leaning on the wooden wall. The place smelled strangely of Grandma's. Maybe this dude carried around knitting utensils too. Finally, I was able to register a vital question: "Hey, where am I?"

The centaur smiled warmly. It was a familiar simmer, like I had felt some sort of connection to before. "Have you ever felt different?" he asked ominously. "Like there was a border that separated you from the rest of civilization?"

"Please tell me this isn't a 'it's okay to be different' talk," I said, rolling my eyes. "I get it. I stay inside all the time. I'm a loser. Okay, okay, I get it."

The centaur raised a bushy brown eyebrow. "In all seriousness, have you caused anything out of the ordinary? Something strange that you couldn't explain?"

I looked down at my hands. God, I was tired. Maybe if I try to avert my attention he'll let me go sleep...I looked back up to see the same goat-like face staring back at me.

I sighed. "I guess," I answered. "Once a guy was being extra cozy to Mother. It got me a little stirred up inside, and soon he was drenched with the water from peristyle's fountain. Although, I was probably on drugs then too. By the way, who are you?"

The way the centaur looked at me in in bewilderment was pretty off-setting. It was like he was seeing a ghost or something. Alas, he composed himself fairly well after, abolishing the shocken face.

"I'm Chiron," he said seriously. Chiron began to walk (trot?) back and forth slowly again, stroking his goatee. "Now listen, I'm pretty sure you're not on drugs, because what I'm about to say is very, very, real.

"You are a demigod. The son of the a Greek deity. Yes, you'll have questions, but first I need to introduce you to someone of high importance."

"A deity?" I snorted, leaning backwards against the cabin wall. "Please. There's nothing 'magical' about Mother. She's a cliche prostitute, and I have no trouble saying that. She beats me and Adriana up like we're her little sock puppets and invites strange men with strange scents over constantly. If she were a goddess, then she's failing miserably at her job."

Chiron stopped trotting as he looked at me with large, pitying eyes. There was definitely something human about those eyes, contrary to the bottom half of his body. "We can talk about your mother later," the centaur said, "but what about your father? Have you ever wondered why he left?"

"Why wouldn't he leave?" I barked coldly. "He's been gone before I can remember, and for good reason. Mother's a nightmare."

The pitying eyes grew larger and larger yet. "I'm sorry you would have to deal with a woman you clearly have a strong emotion towards," Chiron mourned, "but your father is a Greek god. A law among Mount Olympus passed stating that no godly parent could nurture their child past growth years ago, although that treaty has now been banished. That, boy, is why your father left."

Like he knows.

"If you're so knowledgeable about my heritage," I said coldly with a glare, "then who's the man that made my mom a fucking broken whore? Who could do that to a family?"

"It's more complicated than that," Chiron sighed, his hairy arms trying to console my cold shoulders. I brushed them away briskly.

"Like hell it is," I spit, turning to run out of the cabin.

I pushed open the door, tumbling out. I needed a cigarette or whatever, and desperately. A demigod? What am I, Hercules?

It was after I hurried through fields of long grass that licked my calves that I ran into the first normal person. It was a girl with H/L H/C hair and bright eyes that reflected something a little deeper than the emotion I saw in Chiron's eyes. She was evidently beautiful, and something about her reminded me about the horrible night in the maze.

The maze... Oh God....

"You're awake," the girl mused, looking me up and down. Her luminosity of her E/C eyes gave my skin tingles, but I couldn't shake the memory where a beast ....

And then as I looked the beautiful girl straight in the eyes, my headache subsided and I collapsed, my vision growing darker until the last flicker in her orbs went out.