The Grace Curse

Chapter Thirteen

IMAGINE YOU'RE ON THE HIGHEST ROLLERCOASTER IN THE WORLD, AND THEN THE TRACKS STOP SUDDENLY. Yeah, that's what falling off Mount Olympus felt like. I was screaming like a little five-year-old girl. I flapped my arms around, trying to slow my fall. Blake was screaming bloody murder. I heard a sharp voice in my mind.

"You're a complete idiot, you know that right?! The whole Olympian Council is going to come after you," I loved it; Ferrum kept quiet up on Olympus, and now was trying to push blame on me as if this were my fault. I tried slowing my fall by spreading out my body like a flying squirrel. A gust of air made my face burn.

"Blake!" He looked down at me. "Grab onto me I have an idea!" Blake descended faster and I felt him latch onto my back.

"We're gonna become a grease spot on the ground!" He screamed.

"NO SHIT!" I cried.

"Chase, calm down," Ferrum whispered.

"Not helpful!" Blake screamed.

"Oh so now you decide to talk awesome," I said sarcastically, I couldn't really focus on talking.

"Would you shut up and figure out how to fly! You are actually retarded!" Ferrum yelled. I had no clue what she was talking about. The ground seemed to grow closer, and closer. The gods thought I was some hero huh? Well if I didn't figure something out soon, I'd be a heroic pancake.

"Shut up. I am trying to figure this out!" I growled not sure of what to do. If I was truly a son of Zeus, I'd be able to slow my fall or something of that nature. I tried concentrating on the air currents; I imagined them created a blanket beneath me. Nope!

"Come on this isn't that hard just picture air waves—!" Ferrum began to say.

"Oh I am sorry! I think you're missing the fact we are falling out of the sky!" Ferrum shut up. She had a habit of doing that when I made fun of her.

"UH CHASE!" Blake screamed. The ground was dangerously close; I could see the capital building in clear sight now.

"Of for the love of Zeus just fly already!" Ferrum yelled.

"It's not that ea—!"I felt a gust of wind slow my body down, the air violently sped up and I fell faster with Blake throwing up on me. It felt more like tumbling down stairs than flying. It wasn't doing my stomach any favors either. I put all my effort into falling slowly. Suddenly, the wind ceased allowing me to regain control. I landed us with a soft thud in front of the U.S. Capital building with Blake hopping off of my back. Awesome place to land, at least we weren't dead. Surprisingly, my backpack hadn't come undone.

I heard Ferrum laugh playfully. "Nice save,"

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah, I wouldn't be in this position if you would have told me what to do while I was up there!" I barked.

Ferrum sighed. "First of all, it was your idiotic decision to jump off Mount Olympus and almost plummet to your death." I was seriously going to throw this spear away. I don't like anybody telling me what to do, especially a piece of trash made of silver. "Secondly, you know if I said anything the gods would have sensed it right?" A chill went up my back. When she put it into perspective it made perfect sense, Apollo was able to read my mind. Imagine if he could hear what Ferrum was saying.

"What are you implying?" I asked nervously, unsure of what to feel. Ferrum made a nervous noise in my head.

"If you would have stayed any longer, I don't think me and you would still be talking right now," I was about to ask what she was talking about and then I realized it. The gods were going to come after us.