Silenced (Demigod Story)

Fictional?

That night, we settled in an empty house that was for rent.  We ate peaches from a tree that was really was there the whole time.  What?  Trees can grow on their own.

I settled in the corner of the room that would be a dining room if there was a family living inside.  The carpets smelt like dog pee, the land lord must be really ticked.  We were still in Ocala, our progress was really slow.

“If you don’t like Let it Go, then what kind of music is there to like?” I randomly asked, staring at the ceiling as if it was the night sky.

“The classic songs.  Like the ones that Mozart and Bach?  They were gifted,” he sighed.  I smiled, little did he know that he was a fanboy.

“I heard of them,” I slouched, remembering the time that I had to do a report on Mozart.  I don’t care if he is deaf or not, his music does not appeal to me!

“Do you know who sang Let it Go?” Dan questioned.

“It was obviously Elsa.  Do you not even pay a little attention during the movie?” I joked.

“I mean, the person who sang it,” he corrected.

“Who cares?  I only saw Elsa sing it.”

“Elsa is a fictional character!” he tried to make me believe.

“So are we!” I exclaimed.

“No we aren’t!  We are real, and Elsa is fictional.”

“Yes, a life full of fighting imaginary monsters with magic powers is completely real!” I stated, please note the sarcasm.

“Yes!  It is completely real!  Only the God of Trolls would make something as dangerous as that up!”

“You mean, Rick Riodan?”

“Yes, Rick.  Since he never mentioned us, we are completely real.  Try not to confuse yourself,” he sympathetically looked at me.

I rolled my eyes, absorbing the new information.  So this was real, not some fanfiction, but a story for other demigods to read so they have ideas of how to escape monsters once they were found by them.

“God of Trolls,” I laughed.  “I thought that Bes was the god of trolls.”

“Bes?” Dan raised an eyebrow, probably thinking that I was crazy.

“Sorry, the fates are the ones that are supposed to reveal that world to you.  If I told you, then you would have yet another thing to hide from the world.”

“What?  Do you think that I am hiding something?” Dan asked, acting as if I offended him.

“We all have something to hide.  Some things must stay hidden longer than others,” I sighed.

“What are you hiding?”

I looked up at him, wanting to tell him so badly but that would not be okay.  “Everything.”

Dan cleared his throat, possibly a little scared of my response.  “Anything that you want to tell me?”

“I don’t have facts, only theories that no one would believe.”

“That explains why you said that we were fictional.  Something tells me that your ideas are not real.”

“Really?” I smiled innocently.  “Well many of my theories have happened.”

“Like what?” he challenged.

“Well, I am not mortal.  I attract trouble, not run after it.  I am followed all of the time.  What was that other one that I had a few years ago but had to go to church school for the rest of elementary school?  Oh yeah, the Greek gods are real!”

“Wow, your theories are actually all supported.  Does that mean that we are fictional?” Dan tensed, a little worried that I just might be right.

“No, we are real.  I know that for a fact,” I smiled at him then stared at the roof.  I sat up and went through my bag, taking my poetry book out of it.

Day Three

This is war

And I must pick a side.

When I kill should I feel bad

Or become filled with pride?

When the fight starts,

I just want to hide.

But that is against the imaginary rules

that I must abide.

To get through this war

I need a guide.

I don’t think that I could do much better

no matter how hard I tried.