Carystus

Silver

I reached the small visitors temples panting, the smell of perfume pushed out of my nose because of the cold night air. I hung the ceremonial chiton on a hook and started a fire in the fireplace. I stared at the flames for a while, and then I started to worry. Where was Thais? Was she ok? How was my dad reacting to all this, including that kiss? Wait. I didn’t want to know. I’d seen his reaction to seeing other campers make out before. He would be so mad when I got back to camp. Which brought up the next question; why was I here? Ok Carystus, I thought, standing up. Time to quit whimpering like a damp puppy and have some fun. I was going to go exploring.

            It was unusually quiet inmountOlympus. Kind-of like going to a big city like L.A and finding it silent, without anyone in sight. It was a nice silence, tough.

            As I looked around, I noticed that some of the temple doors were barred shut, while others were open, casting warm amber light outside. I could hear drunken laughter from Dionysus’ temple, which was made of… grapes? Oh well. I should’ve thought there would be something unusual around here-it wasOlympusafter all.

            I looked up to see the sky clouded with angry clouds. Thunder boomed furiously, the sky opened, and bam, I was soaking wet in less than ten seconds. I let out a rather undignified, girly shriek and sprinted to the nearest temple with open doors; a shiny silver thing with animals grazing around it. At the last second I remembered my manners and knocked, teeth chattering. A teenage girl turned around and eyed me with knowing silver eyes, and I bowed.

            “L-lady Artemis,” I stammered, shivering in the downpour. She grew taller in an instant and regarded me coldly, then threw me a towel and motioned to a couple of chairs in front of a fireplace.

            We sat there in an almost companionable silence for quite a while. Artemis shifted and stood up to get something, then cried out and clutched at her side, stumbling to lean on the wall for support. For a second her eyes turned golden, like Apollo’s eyes when he drove the sun chariot, and then flickered back to silver. Our eyes met and I nodded, understanding.

            I reached Apollo’s temple in seconds.