The Forgotten Hero (Book 1)

Chapter 8

As we flew through the air, I couldn't stop thinking. I was controlling things that shouldn't have been controlled. Things that I didn't even know could be controlled. I hadn't even figure out the water thing I had done at camp and here I was, making monsters beg for death. I let out a breath and started to untie the sleeve of armor from my arm. I shoved it in my backpack, my shoulders still tensed up. What I did was evil. It was even worse than murder. It was pure torture.

"Hey, you alright?" Jason whispered in my ear.

"I-I'm not sure." I stammered in response. I turned around, despite the fact that we were flying through the air,and stared at him. "I did something horrible."

"What was it?" He grabbed my hands.

I gulped. I could be outcasted or even killed for this. "I think I used hemokinesis." I didn't know how I knew what it was called.

"What's that?" He murmured.

"I was controlling that dragon's blood." I looked at his eyes, to try and see what he was thinking. "It was the manica that was from Medea's shop. She said it was just a mortal piece of armor, but it gave me that ability." I took my hands from Jason's grasp, wrapping my arms around me. "It felt so wrong. I didn't know what was happening at first. But then I tortured that monster. I made it beg for life." My voice was shaking and I was having trouble breathing.

"Hey," He tilted my chin up. "It was a mistake. You couldn't have known, but it's over now. You never have to do it again. And we have the manica, so nobody else can use that power either." He smiled. "Now get some rest, it will help you calm down."

I turned around and leaned my back against him, listening to his heartbeat as I slowly fell asleep.

"Primrose, I know you don't want to see me, but this is important." Once again the man in the fishing hat appeared in front of me. We were on that same beach.

I sighed, too tired to argue. Can you be tired in a dream? Either way, I didn't want to fight. "What is it?"

"Hemokinesis." He stated simply. "It's a power that is only open to children of Poseidon. But only the really powerful ones can achieve that power. In the old days, that was fine. My children could barely harness the power. Only couple every 100 years were able to achieve that kind of power. But then, after the fall of Rome, a child of Poseidon, and a legacy of Hephaestus, created that manica. To anyone besides a child of Poseidon it seemed normal, but as soon as one of my children puts it on, they can harness the power of blood. It's a dangerous tool. It can become addicting in some sorts." He looked back at the shoreline. "They always become addicted to the raw power. It's dangerous."

"Okay." I murmured.

He faced me again. "Don't fall into it's spell. If you do, something will go wrong. Promise me that."

I nodded curtly, "I'll try." I wasn't about to promise this god I barely knew anything.

My dreams shifted and I was met with a grumbly, bearded man in a tailored black suit.

"Child, you're messing with things you shouldn't." He snapped.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"You don't recognize the king of the gods? Bearer of lightning?" He sounded offended.

I slightly bowed, not really sure of what to do in this situation. "Zeus." I stated.

He scoffed, talking to himself. "The chosen ones indeed. These two have caused me nothing but trouble." He turned back to me. "Do not mess with unnatural forces. You'll only end up making a mistake."