Silenced (Demigod Story)

Daughter Of Athena

Like always, I came into the world screaming my head off.  When I finally remembered what happened, I stopped screaming.  But it took me about ten seconds so that was plenty of time to get a lot of attention.

“Ow,” Olive whispered with her hands on her ears.  “You have quite the vocals for a mute.”

“Gee, thanks,” I sarcastically told her as I hopped off the bed and quickly started changing my top layers.

“What is the rush?” she groaned, stretching so she took up the whole bed.

Right on que, there was a knock on the door.  I quickly adjusted my top and straightened out my pants before I made my way over to the door.  Taking a deep breath, I looked through the peep hole to see who was outside.

It was a plump old woman in a Mickey Mouse nightgown and bunny slippers on.  I swiftly opened the door and smiled widely.  “Hello, may I help you?” I kindly asked.

“I heard a scream and I came down as quickly as I could to see if everything is alright,” she informed me.  “Did you hear it too?”

“I’m sorry to have disturbed you, but I woke up and there was a spider on my bed.  I really dislike spiders,” I assured her.

“Spiders, huh?” she asked, her voice cracking up even more.  “I don’t think that spiders could make someone scream so long.”

“Well, now you know that it is possible,” I cheerfully summed up.  “Thank you for checking, we need people like that in this world,” I complimented as I drifted into my room.  Right when I was about to shut the door, I saw a bunny slipper in my way.

“Is your mother around?” the old woman wondered.

“No, I’m sorry.  She is on a business trip to China,” I lied as I pushed a little for so maybe the woman would get the clue that I didn’t have time to talk.

“Oh, really?  What company does she work for?”

“Green House Network,” I blurted, mentally face-palming myself.  You might wonder where I got that name, but I was actually thinking of Bright House Network because there was an advertisement for that service on the back of the hotel room door.

“For an Athena kid, you are quite unaware of many things,” the woman said, this time with the shaky voice of someone with a sore throat while they are driving on a bumpy road.

“I wish that I had a weapon on hand,” I commented loudly, trying to make it obvious that I wanted Olive to get a weapon.  I took Destiney Maker out of my boot, and held its blade down.  I slowly peeked through the hole again, this time to see that this woman had gotten hundreds of years older.

“Who are you?” I shyly asked, not knowing who I was dealing with.

“I am Ms. Hyade, daughter of Atlas, titan of navigation and astronomy,” she answered.  “I sense a grandchild nearby, let thy in,” she requested.

“I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken,” I kindly told her as I tried to push her foot out of the door, but it might as well have been glued there.  “Could you please tell me what you are famous for?  I am very interested,” I wondered.

“I along with thy sisters raised Dionysus ourselves, his children are like thy own,” she explained.  Tears started welling up in the eyes of the ancient woman as she spoke.  “Please let thy in, daughter of Athena.”

“What?” I asked, then realized that she thought that I was a daughter of Athena because I told her that I was deathly afraid of spiders.  “Oh, you figured it out.  Well as a daughter of Athena, which is what I definitely am, my smarticles are telling me to play it safe and either kill you or tell you to leave.  Which one would you prefer?”

“Please,” the woman pleaded.  “Let thy in.”