Myth

Chapter 11: Switzerland

I stood glaring at the calendar: it was December tenth. My heart was confused as to whether it was happy or scared making its beat off rhythm. I could hear my mother breathing as she looked over my shoulder, and her heart was probably reacting the same way as mine. I turned around and bid my mother a good morning and told her that I was just going to check over my packing. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and peered outside the window.

The light of dawn was just beginning to shake off the night's shady curtains, and that made me able to just see Ethelios' outline. I opened my window and whispered into the air knowing Ethelios would be able to hear me. I tossed him my sleeping bag, and after listening for the catch, a small "Oof!" came from below. I went back to the window and whispered again. This time I grabbed my packed bag and dropped it as carefully as I could. I continued this until all of my supplies and clothes were down.

Once finished I grabbed my decoy bag and brought it down the stairs. I looked at my mom and she appeared as if she were going to burst into tears. "Don't cry mom, I'm only going for eleven days. I'll be fine," I comforted. "I know, I know, but I never thought the day you'd be going on vacation without us would come so soon," she whimpered. "They'll be here in a few minutes, so after I go can you let Dad and Millie know that I said bye?" I suggested. My mom nodded, bringing her hand to her face perhaps to mask the tears that were evidently about to fall.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone was at the door. I jumped to get it. When the door was opened it was Marcus that was standing in the door way. "Hello, how are you dear?" Marcus asked.

"I'm doing well how about you?"

"As usual I am magnificent."

"Good."

My mom caught up to me and looked at Marcus. "Hello, you must be Marcus," my mother asserted.

"Yes, and you must be Mrs. Stadler, nice to see you," Marcus supported, "would you like me to take your bag deary?" I shook my head and told him that I was fully capable of putting the bag in the car on my own.

"Well, we best be off. It is quite a long and nasty drive to the airport. Thank you for letting Evelyn come along. My daughter is most pleased."

My mother and I exchanged farewells, hugs and kisses, and then I was off. Marcus took my bag and shoved it into the crammed trunk of the car. He pulled the door open for me and closed it once I got in. Everyone in the car muttered hellos, and how are you doings. I answered them all and buckled myself in. "Everybody ready, here we go," Marcus said as he pulled out of my driveway and onto the completely snow covered street, "if I were you, I'd get as much rest as you can, but oh wait. Alwyn can you go into that... yes and grab... uh huh that's the one. Here Evelyn, or should I say Margret Camille." Marcus handed me a fake passport.

"We took your school portrait and modified it to look like a passport shot."

"This looks like a real passport."

"Thank you. Thank you."

"But why do I even need one?"

"I got a picture of you, because I knew your name, Anarchy can get details of where you are if you use your authentic passport."

"Oh, good thinking."

"We are hoping that they don't know about you yet, you are like our secret weapon."

"Uh oh."

"No no don't worry, oh and Ethelios wanted me to tell you that..."

"He's not coming?"