Chapter 10:
As the sun flitted through the gaps and worn holes in the curtain to the balcony, lighting the apartment, Perseus was awoken to the sounds of hustle and bustle, already filling the city so early in the morning.
After getting up and folding up his blanket before placing it against the wall with the pillow on top neatly, Perseus neatened out his clothes and summoned a small bit of water from the air, hardening it to form ice and using the smooth circle as a mirror, attempting and only succeeding very slightly to tame the rats next that was his hair. Despite the messy look, after running his hand through it his hair had a natural windswept look to it that would have women swooning.
After quickly dispersing the ice back into water vapour Perseus didn't have to wait long before Arthos emerged from his room already dressed for the day, seeing him he spoke in a quiet voice, "How did you sleep Perseus?"
"Very comfortably thanks to you sir, thank you." Perseus answered with a slight nod of his head.
"Ahh, none of that. Call me Arthos, and you more than earnt your stay. I'm going to wake Callie as she will be needed at the palace to serve as well as explain her absence soon. Cynthia is up and will be out shortly to get some bread and cheese for breakfast."
Perseus nodded to him before Arthos walked over and knocked loudly on Callie's door calling out for her to wake up in a kind yet stern voice, whilst he did this Perseus busied himself by putting out the bowls that had been returned to one of the shelves last night after their dinner.
As he was finishing putting the last of the cups and bowls on the table Cynthia emerged from her room also looking ready for the day, as she noticed him there she bid him good morning as she went over and grabbed the food for breakfast, bringing it to the table.
'So, how did you sleep Perseus?" Cynthia inquired.
"Very well, thank you." Perseus answered simply as they sat and waited for the other two to come to the table before they began.
Arthos returned shortly after they sat down at the table with Callie being not far behind. As they ate, they didn't talk of anything important, Arthos told them a few different things he was tasked to make for a travelling merchant whilst Cynthia told them how there was a new delivery of cloths for her to sell in the agora for the next week.
Once breakfast was finished Perseus helped Cynthia and Callie put the bowls and cups away whilst Arthos rushed out the door for his work bidding the three farewell. After he left and they had put away the items from breakfast, Cynthia went back to her room to collect a shawl to cover herself from the sun that day whilst Callie announced that she needed to head off to the palace.
"I can take you; I need to explore the city and find a job either way so it wouldn't be any trouble." Perseus offered.
"There's no need, I will be fine and have been there many times." Callie said with a chuckle.
"I can help you explain what took you so long, and I'm not taking no for an answer by the way." Perseus answered. Callie simply chuckled again and said that they better be going in that case.
Following her out, Perseus grabbed his cloak on the way out, having returned the knives into the cloak sheathes as he was grabbing it. Throwing the cloak on he jogged down the stairs and slipped out of the alley onto the street where Callie was. Perseus followed her through the city whilst observing all the things around him, making a metal image of the layout of the city so that he could learn where everything is.
After around 10 minutes the two had arrived at an average looking door on one of the side streets running next to the palace. As they arrived Callie knocked on the door and it was opened shortly after by a largish, short, balding man with a face that looked to be set in a permanent scowl.
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Son of Love and Fire
FanfictionPerseus, the son of Aphrodite and Poseidon was cast away due to the hate of his father, lost to his family the young godling journeys to recover the family he longs for whilst seeking the punishment of his so called father. When the time comes will...