Relieving Memories

Mr Brunner, Part Time Teacher

...And Fulltime Centaur

Much to the amusement of the gods, Hestia and Apollo ended up having to enforce a cookie limit on the demigods when (upon realizing the serving platters refilled) they took entire plates of cookies to go alongside their breakfasts. Wanting to avoid cranky demigods with stomach aches, Apollo declared that for their own health, they were restricted to four cookies every two chapters.

The demigods protested of course but K.J. was in agreement making all but four cookies disappear from the pates of the half-bloods. Now the gods were watching their children truly act like children as the entire group sulked about not having an entire plate of cookies for breakfast.

Poseidon was the only Olympian brave enough to declare that his children were absolutely adorable while they pouted resulting in dark blushes and a pair of embarrassed "Dad!"'s from the sea kids.

Having taken a glance at the title while the half-bloods were feeding themselves, Dionysus decided that he'd best get his part out of the way. Once everyone settled down he sighed as if it was a great effort and grabbed the book.

I Play Pinochle with a Horse (He's Good)

Of everything that I could expect happening, it wasn't this. I wasn't expecting that when my brother got back from that field trip he'd be having nightmares about our algebra teacher.

"It's from my point of view now," Kiara remarked with a curious tilt of her head.

Everyone sat up a little intrigued about the younger Jackson's perspective.

I wasn't expecting that we'd go to Montauk and leave in a hurry. I wasn't expecting our friend to be a satyr. I wasn't expecting the Minotaur trying to kill us and killing mom in the process.

It was all too much.

"Understandable," Thalia grimaced.

There were too many emotions, too many feelings. Too much fear, anger, panic, worry. There was too much static and ringing in my ears.

Poseidon glanced down at his daughter with an idea that filled his stomach with a little dread as he began to draw a picture of what was wrong.

"Ringing?" Thalia asked.

"Like bells," Kiara agreed. "Church bells all out of sync and randomly chiming."

"That sounds miserable," grimaced Nico.

"It is," Kiara confirmed letting the wine god read on.

I flickered in and out of consciousness for a while before I finally managed to get a semblance of peaceful rest.

I wasn't aware of what was around me. Yet I was aware of everything. So many little things in my line of-

(Hurt. Pain. Betrayal. Confusion. Infatuation. Confusion. Confusion. Confusion. Confusion.)

"What?" Thalia asked snapping to attention with the rest of the throne room.

I was too scared, too panicked and too... everything. The world was so loud. My talent was so loud.

"Talent?" Aphrodite whispered.

An idea leaked into her mind a Poseidon child long ago...

Who is that? Why are they hurting so loudly? What happened? What's wrong?

My skin burned-(Not my skin, I have to remember it's not me) electricity sparking across us/me.

An accident. She didn't mean to. Run, keep running. She stopped running- why did she stop running? Help her she's going to die! We can't leave her. What's happening? A... tree? Help her! Why are we leaving her?