Athena's Descendants and the Witch's Curse *preview* (Greek mythology)

Chapter 1 - Jordan's Birthday

Chapter 1 - Jordan's Birthday

November the sixteenth, Jordan’s Birthday. Coming up to five months since the dangerous and shocking Jewel of Barthimia quest.

Cameron, Liam and Philippa make their way down to the cave for the celebration, oblivious to what the next few weeks behold: adventure, secrets, action, battle, destruction, pain and yet another beginning of another end…

“I bet you this party will be better than Alice’s,” Cameron said, skipping in a joyful fashion with a spring in his step.

“Well I got to say, those flavours weren’t exactly my favourite,” Philippa laughed.

“I doubt she asked the liquid to taste like fish?” Cameron put in as they started their trek down the path through the forest barrier, which they’d made with Hecate last summer.

Not much had happened since then. They had tried to call the gods but they hadn’t been able to get through. They were being blocked, ignored even. The prophecy Liam had spoken was not talked about at all. Maybe they thought if no one talked, no one would have to take on the quest.

The only thing that the twelve ring bearers had done over the four and a half months was practise. Practise spells, potions, fighting, using their gifts and the very popular magic game, squally ball. Most of the ring bearers had got so good with their powers, simply getting dressed in the morning required no thought or energy.

It was as if the prophecy hadn’t been spoken, like it wasn’t important. But Liam knew otherwise, he had done a bit of revision on his powers and what he had learnt about prophecies didn’t all seem that great. Usually they consisted of lots of death, destruction and danger. It stood at the front of his mind, urging him to bring up conversation of it at all times.

“Oh, no. What’s your bets on angry?” Liam asked, spotting the dryad that sat on her branch in front of them.

“Eight to one,” Cameron told.

“One million to one on angry for me,” Philippa joked.

“Hello there,” Liam greeted kindly.

The dryad stared at him in a daze. She had mousey brown hair that fell over her face, leaving only a few gaps for her to look through.

“It’s Darcy isn’t it?” Cameron asked.

The dryad smiled.

“No that’s me, she’s Sophie.” Another dryad walked out from behind a tree, her pale green skin contrasting with the dark trunk of her tree. This dryad had black-ish hair tied back in a small pony-tail.

“Sorry but you all do look-”

“Very nice and pretty. We must be off we’re attending Jordan’s party.” Philippa cut Liam off, saving him from the screeching rage they’d have changed to if he’d have finished his sentence.

“Don’t tell our fellow Satyrs will you, they’ll come hurtling through here like elephants hearing that,” Sophie called from on top of the tree.

“Yeah, well see you around.” Cameron started to walk past the nymphs.

“Do you mind if we pop in, it appears the cave is just in our reach?” Darcy asked.

“Sure,” Liam replied strolling on along the path, regretting opening his mouth as soon as he’d said it.

“You owe me one million Jennings, one million,” Cameron laughed.