My Mistake (Sequel to My Life) #WATTYS2019

Chapter 7

"Nico di Angelo, get your butt back here!" I screamed as he ran through the woods. I heard a loud screech in the back. "Nevermind! KEEP RUNNING!" I said, covering my ears.

Banshees. The she-wolf of an immortal decided to incentivise us and sent in a banshee to quicken up the search project. And it was just before we found water. I can't get close enough to fight it or else it screeches in my direction. Now, not only am I in utter pain from this banshees screeching, I feel even more gross than before.

Banshees aren't even from Greek mythology! This witch is bringing in monsters from all different cultures, and I have no idea how to fight them. I never read up on Gaelic or-or Egyptian mythology! Calypso is growing to be more and more insane by the day and trust me, she's going to be facing not only me but these creatures soon. They don't have any tie to her- no monster does.

Ahead, I saw that Nico had fallen over something, but he quickly stood up and brandished his sword. I shook my head violently, trying to express to him that the needs to keep running, that we can't fight this thing. He will die with his ears bleeding- quite literally too.

"Nico, what in the name of Hades do you think you will accomplish by doing this?!" I screamed, trying to get him to start running. "Trying to save our lives! Listen, you go on ahead try and form some sort of ear protection. I know you can do it Van," he said, his eyes trained on the banshee in front of us.

I trusted Nico, but I didn't trust the monster. But I listened to what he had to say and ran a safe distance. I heard a loud, echoing shriek, like a girl getting tortured, yet no one will come to be their hero. They sounded wounded like a tortured soul in a void, where all they can do is screech louder and louder until there is no possible way to sound louder.

"Ear protection... ear... protection..." I was distracted by the thought of Nico. Though brave, the guy was an idiot. How is going to hold off a banshee, especially one that has a screech of that caliber. What does he think I can do, just conjure up some wax and do as Odysseus did? I thought, ranting to myself. I clenched my fist and almost let out a squeak as I felt something in my hand.

I opened up the palm of my hand and there I saw four, soft white pieces of wax. Hard enough to not melt, but soft enough to mold. It looked so pure, like there was nothing artificial.

But that's beside the point. How did I manage to conjure this up? I just thought of wax and there it was.

It's me, my daughter. You were able to do as you did because of me.

Chaos. Dad. They're the same person. "O-Oh... Hey dad," I said, trying to stay silent enough so that the banshee won't be able to find me. "Thanks for this... It, uh... means a lot to me," I whispered, looking down. I stared at my open palm, the wax cold to the touch, but comforting. Like I knew I had something to help me out if anything ever went wrong.

Silence. I sighed. "And he's gone..." I mumbled to myself. A loud screech- which seemed more humane than I had hoped for- interrupted my thoughts. Nico. Banshee. Ears bleeding. Right, I thought grimly, focusing all my attention to the situation presented to me.

Time to use dad's gift.