Silenced (Demigod Story)

Taking Requests

I tried not to attract attention, I had my fair share of that.  You are walking too fast, you are going to be noticed.  Okay, now you are going too slow.  You are never going to get anywhere at that speed, I kept thinking to myself as I adjusted my speed.  I made it to the cabin to see Dionysus by the door.

I was suddenly self-conscious while I approached the door.  He put his arm in front of the door when I reached for the doorknob.  “Are you a child of Demeter?” he boredly asked as if he had been asking the question the whole day.

“Yeah,” I snapped to hide my fear, looking at the doorknob.

“Look me in the eyes,” he plainly commanded.

“You are a god, wouldn’t that be disrespectful?”

“Not as disrespectful as not following one of their orders.”

I sighed and looked him in the eyes.  It hurt my head to do so, like staring at one of those illusions.

“Now tell me who you are a daughter of,” he blandly requested.

“I am the daughter of-“ I paused when I saw that his eyes got even more intense.  “Demeter.”

“When I walked to the cabin for my children, I sensed some plants that were unnaturally grown.  Do you know anything about that?” he eyed me.

“No…” I answered.

“Okay, you are the kind of creature that would lie to a god.  That’s nice,” Dionysus smirked.

I wasn’t surprised that he knew, but I wasn’t going to react.  “Okay,” I then reached for the knob.  Immediately, grape vines wrapped around my ankles.  On instinct, I threw my arm out and made them retract.

“Crap,” I muttered.

“Yeah, that is what I thought.  What are you doing?”

“I was about to pack to go on a little adventure,” I shrugged.  “My dad needs my help so I might just go-“

Dionysus waved my plan aside, “That is a complete waste of time.  I will let you stay at my camp as a daughter of Demeter on one condition.”

“If I am a daughter of Demeter?” I offered.

“No, if you go bring some demigod back,” he twirled his hand around like he could care less.

“Okay.  I will bring back one if I see one,” I promised.

“Why don’t you save…a girl that is traveling with some Romans?  Her name is some kind of food, I don’t remember what it was,” he mumbled.

“Why that certain demigod?” I wondered.

“Because her parent won’t stop bothering me about her situation.  They are all ‘She is going to be killed when the Romans find out she is Greek!’ ‘Oh, she will never survive without any training!’” he impersonated the complaints in a high pitched voice.  “So to get them to leave me alone, I need someone to get her out of her situation.”

“Oh,” I smiled.  “I will get right on it, where is she?”

“Right now, the car that she was in got in a crash.  It is in Virginia.”

“Okay.  But by the time I finally get there, she would already be somewhere else.”

“Just travel by land.  Literally.  Just imagine yourself sinking into the ground, and then imagine where you want to go,” he yawned.  “I need to go embarrass some campers now; this is too boring for my taste.”

 “Alright,” I said as I finally opened the door without any interruptions to get inside the Demeter cabin.