Interlude in Moss

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It's so warm I think I might be sick.

Lichen-covered, hard stone makes up the walls next to me, the ceiling above me, the floor below me. The air is moist and the shadows are thick. I'm underground, I can tell that much.

In front of me, a group of beings creep along. Two are humans, or half bloods. The other two seem... different, but it's too dark for me to figure out how so.

I have no idea where I am, but I know one thing: I am not safe. We are not safe.

As I think this thought, suddenly, the walls around me come crumbling down. I duck immediately, cowering at the sight of falling rock and smoke. But nothing touches me. There's simply a loud rumble, and that's all.

I open my eyes.

The warmth and darkness has stayed. The people in front of me are gone. Now, it's like I'm in a black hole. And the dying star at the middle of it is standing before my view.

"Hello, child," she says gently.

The woman looks the same as she did last summer - the silver dress, the glowing hair. I haven't seen her in a year, but I already know what she's going to say.

"I'm pleased you came on this quest. But I'm still disappointed in you."

I stand up slowly. "I have no idea who you are or what you want from me. What do you expect me to do? Read your mind? If so, you're talking to the wrong child of Apollo."

I don't know where this newfound confidence came from. The woman makes a face, as if she's part amused and part offended by my tone.

"I apologize, child, but I think if you just try a little harder, you can figure it out. You can do anything if you set your mind to it."

Seriously? I ask myself. This crap again?

"I'm just telling you now. So you can be on the right side at the end. Think carefully about this quest. Think carefully about who you love. It could make or break the Heavens."

Her voice, like a thousand tones at once, goes deeper on that last line.

Suddenly, I feel a coldness in my chest. The blackness I'm standing on seems weaker. I look down, then at the woman of light again. She gives me a knowing smile.

And then I'm falling so fast I can't tell what's warm and what's cold anymore.

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