I walked out of the cabin thinking about Dylan. I knew that I probably should have left a note to tell him that I was leaving to go on a quest, but it felt like I was saying goodbye forever. While I was telling myself this would be a simple grab and go quest, I knew that it would be more difficult than that.
Some demigods would glance at me and whisper to their friends and siblings something. They didn’t know me; they didn’t know what I have been through so they don’t have a right to judge me. At least, that is what I told myself. I knew deep down that I cared what they thought of me.
You will have to get over that soon, mom whispered.
I rolled my eyes at her; she would just have to get over it. My boots sunk slightly into the dirt as I walked, almost as if I were walking on pillows. The mushing of the ground under my feet annoyed me because I felt like it was slowing me down.
Take a good look around, you will never see this place again, Gaea promised. She sounded confident in her comments, like she knew something that I didn’t.
It took a few minutes, but I finally reached the forest where no one would see me. From there, I just stood in the position that people usually are in right before the floor of a water slide disappears and they are sent sliding down. Psh, if only I knew how fun this way of travel was going to be.
“Mom? Can you take me to the car crash that I need to be at?” I asked out loud. I knew that it was an awful risk. She could decide to take me to the wrong car crash or take me to take me directly in front of a deadly giant or something worse.
Isn’t that cute? My baby is asking me to help them after how mean they have been to me, Gaea cooed.
“Could you just get over it?”
Nope, she laughed. Figure it out yourself.
“Fine,” I mimicked her childness. I imagined myself sinking into the ground as if it were quick sand.
Boo, Gaea distracted me. I opened my eyes and scowled at the ground. I had to do it.
While my eyes were on the ground, I could see that I was making progress. The ground was up to my knees; pretty good for a first timer even if I don’t have anyone to compare myself to.
I closed my eyes again and continued to imagine myself sinking. I held my breath when it got to my nose and squeezed my eyes to avoid dirt getting in them. With blackness surrounding me, I started panicking because I didn’t know what to do. I’m going to die in here. This is going to be the death of me.
Don’t you see? Dionysus knew that you would do it and then be trapped. He planned on having you be the cause of your own death, Gaea explained.
Then I recalled the instructions that he had given me. I had to imagine the place that I wanted to go. I imagined a car crash in Virginia. I know, I should have thought it through and at least have seen a picture of the crash. But I rush into things when I am under pressure in case you haven’t noticed.
I felt myself being lifted, but I could still feel the dirt in my face. It was more like an elevator. The dirt spilled out as a door in front of me opened. I know, that is confusing. Traveling in that style is like traveling in a coffin that is full of dirt that once it sinks in one place, it rises in another.
I fell out of my “coffin” because I didn’t expect a door to open in front of me and because I felt like half of my energy was drained.
I rolled over and groaned in pain. “I hate you, you could have made this so much easier but you decided to hold a grudge,” I moaned. Instead of feeling free from a coffin of dirt, I felt disgusting because my whole body and clothes. I got up and took off my jacket, shaking it in hope that the dirt will give me a break. Instead, it just decided that they liked my favorite jacket and stayed there.
“-and how did she get green tattoos?” I heard someone ask. Of course, I only pick up the part of the conversation that is obviously about me. I stopped shaking my jacket and held it so it would cover my arm. This was going to be an interesting conversation.
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Silenced (Demigod Story)
Fiksi PenggemarBeing a demigod is hard enough with all of the monsters that attack, but Floret has to go through it all without being able to talk. Her life is hard enough but then she must also deal with who her mother really is... (To read from Cali's pov, read...