The Grace Curse

Chapter Ten

JAYNE, THESE ARE THE HALF-BLOODS WE HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR!" The man bellowed. I didn't like being called half-blood; it made me feel like my blood was half freak or something. The sandy haired man I spied earlier looked similar to Apollo. He shared the same godly look, and bright blond hair. However, this man was far more sinister looking than the "playful" Apollo. His aura radiated treachery all over. The woman called Jayne turned around and waddled in response; she looked like a complete nut case who ate everything in sight. She had a large lollipop in her mouth as she scratched her matted down hair. Blake watched silently from behind me.

"Damn it let's go!" Jayne shouted.

Ferrum's voice echoed in my mind. "Chase, be careful of this god. He is no jokester like Apollo, he will kill you,"

"The fat lady?"

"No you idiot! The God!"

"This one gives off a powerful aura," Morpheus pointed out concerned.

Jayne looked unfazed by his statement. Her expression was laughable. "Did you take cabin twelve?"

Morpheus rolled his eyes gently; he didn't seem amused at all. "Shut your fat mouth Jayne! Go suck on your pop somewhere else," He ordered. "Clearly the Mist is doing a crappy job on its own, must be all that interference from that damn freak, Apollo," Jayne made her best mad face at him, she did this while scratching her ugly red-black hair. Her hair was all frizzy, as if it were recently zapped by one of Zeus's lightning bolts. Her small t shirt did little to help the fact that she was noticeably overweight with a slight droop downwards. Worse yet, her haggard voice and rather disgusting sounding much like a stuffed-up tuba, or maybe an ogre. She reminded me of someone I knew, but I couldn't quite pinpoint it, maybe Elise Summers?

"I have Demigods to tend to," He reminded her while pointing in my direction. "Especially Zeus's son,"

"HA! Good luck with that!" She stormed off and flipped Morpheus a very unfriendly gesture. When he finally decided to turn his attention to me I jumped. Morpheus looked distantly cold, like someone left out on a deep winter night. There was no joy in his demeanor, nor any kind of emotion.

"So, I finally get to meet you two,"

"Am I supposed to be honored?" I growled. "I mean I kind have had it for a day," My boldness was peeking out again. "You look like you need a nap," Morpheus glared at me with a cold frown not budging a bit.

"Idiot!" Ferrum yelled, maybe she was right. I was overstepping my boundaries. "Shut up before he kills both of you right now,"

He opened his mouth. "Do not take me lightly! As if I am some Mortal!"

"Ok jerk—!" I began to say.

"NONSENSE! For generations, I have been nothing more than a lowlife minor god to the Olympians!" Morpheus barked. This dude has some serious anger issues. "I will not tolerate this! A son of Zeus is just another insult to me! Am I really reduced to this right now?" It seemed like he was some kind of non-important figure in Greek mythology. His face shimmered as if it were an illusion when he moved, like shifting sand in the desert wind. Morpheus was definitely not at all a friendly looking God; I could say that much. His mystifying appearance had a certain uncanny feeling to it.

"Aren't you like the God of Dreams?" Blake asked trying to change the subject.

Morpheus looked at him and laughed. It was full of deceit and darkness, like a devil's laugh. "Guardian of Dreams," He corrected.

"So you're the Sandman parents joke about?" Blake giggled trying to be funny.

Morpheus didn't find his joke funny. "I'm your enemy," He snarled. "To answer your question further, I have tried for as long as possible to block contact between you and that drama queen, Hera," He sneered; Morpheus seemed to have read my mind. Gosh couldn't I have any thoughts to myself, between him and Ferrum?