Dark-Hair, Sea Eyes

5

Boman steadied himself on his cane as he waited patiently for The Graces. "Those 'Graces' surely are taking their time to 'grace' us with their presence," Leo snorted. "They've got to be here to get briefed," Luke said. And it was silent, all over again. Boman wondered what was taking the assassins. Maybe they had trouble getting in? They were assassins attempting to enter into the home of Order, the Monarch that controls well over thirty percent of the known universe. Even they would have problems getting through security.

"They probably will be a while. Can I go back home?" Leo asked. "No one asked you to come," Charles said to his younger brother. "You're right-- pretty boy prince over there grabbed me by the back of the shirt dragged me out of the palace," Leo said, referring to Luke. "Yeah, well, this 'pretty boy prince' has the most authority here so you don't get to talk to me that way," Luke said, no real threat behind his words.

Boman listened to the strange silence that came after his words. There was a stillness in the air and the boys noticed it too. The stillness was almost... tense. There was a strange sensation that made Boman's hands tingle.

It was sparking.

A loud crack sounded before a blinding light struck the ground in front of him. The earth shook in front of Boman, causing the old man to lose his balance. Boman was at the edge of a large crater, his hand felt the large dent in the ground.

The old man looked up and his eyes met vibrant and electrifying blue eyes. They belonged to a girl with short black hair who looked very young. She wielded a spear that sparked with electricity almost as bright as her eyes. Behind her stood a slightly taller male, who had blond hair and a scar along his lip. His eyes were a softer blue, the color of a clear sky, but the stoic look on his face contrasted against any kindness his eyes suggested. In his left hand, he held the head of a woman, a monstrous woman with dead snakes for hair. In his right, he dragged the body of the monster-- the half-human half-dragon body that was missing the head.

"Where's our money?" The girl with the spear said.

Ah, Boman thought. So these are the Graces.

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The holding cells were more like hotels without windows. Extremely high classed hotels minus the windows. The room had polished floors, furnished with couches a king-sized bed, a kitchen that Percy had no idea what he was supposed to do with. There were other things in the room or dungeon or five star flat, but Octavian's snarky voice interrupted his exploring time.

"You're not going to be alive for much longer you know," Octavian said.

Percy wanted to let the blond twat know that Percy planned on killing him soon enough and he himself most definitely wouldn't be dying, but he regarded his target silently, pretending to not hear his words.

"I have complete control of Ramonia. Reyna may be praetor but I have more influence over her court than she does. I know you're some scum sent by Chaos to kill me. You're not fooling me. I'll kill you before you manage to kill me! I swear it! You'll be dead by this time tomorrow!" Octavian said, still earning no response from Percy.

Percy didn't think he could kill Octavian right now and escape soundly. He didn't know this place, and he didn't know when Chaos planned on bringing him back to Marcao. This is what you get for striking a dumb deal without knowing the details, Jackson.

Octavian had continued to go on about Percy's apparent impending execution, maybe going into details about having Percy's head wrapped in pig intestines and mailed to Chaos, but Reyna's arrival finally shut him up. Reyna was without her dogs, so Percy was glad he could speak a little more freely to earn the woman's trust.

"Octavian, you are dismissed." The praetor said, and despite the claims that suggested he had more authority over her, he obeyed and left the cell.

Reyna sat down in one of the giant chairs, somehow looking small while looking intimidating at the same time. Percy remained standing, his hands fidgeting as they normally did when he didn't have pockets. He noticed Reyna wasn't any better, her fingers not ceasing movement for a second. "Nervous?" She asked him. Percy raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you?"

Her own hands froze before she looked at Percy's hands. He balled his hands into fists and let his arms hang at his sides. "It's a habit." He said. "You wish to find work here?" Reyna asked. "Not here specifically but yes, I'm up for work." Reyna looked at him before standing up. She pulled a balled-up piece of paper from her pocket and unrolled it. When she reached for the paper, Percy noticed the sword sheathed at her waist.

She smoothed the paper out and held it in front of Percy's face. The writing was unintelligible, and it looked like the letters were trying to twist off of the paper. Percy squinted at it. "Can you read it?" Reyna asked.

"Uh... no, I can't. Is that actually supposed to be writing?" Percy said, trying to decipher the writing.

Instead of answering, she put the wrinkled paper back in her pocket and unsheathed the sword. "Can you read this?" She asked, shoving the blade in his face.

Percy raised to fingers to push the blade away, looking on the flat of the blade. "Melancholia." Percy read out loud. "Melancholy. Such a sad name for a sword." Percy said.

"I didn't name it, but I suppose it is a sad name for a sword. Percy, who are your parents?" Reyna asked. Percy raised an eyebrow at her. "My mother and my father." "You can read Latin. It's an old language and it's also shown that you can't read English, even though that's the language you can speak. I think you may be one of us." Reyna said.

"Okay is this a cult or something...?" Percy asked, confused at her sudden talk about Percy becoming 'one of them'. He was unarmed, sure, but he used more than just his dragon, guns, and swords to kill people.

"What's a cult?" Reyna asked, and Percy sighed through his nose before shaking his head. "Nevermind." He said. "I need you to follow me. He can tell you who your godly parent is." Reyna said.

"My godly parent?"

"That's what I said."

"Yes, that's what it sounded like. Who are we asking exactly?"

"Someone who's a god himself."

Percy let out a choked laugh. It's a cult, definitely a cult.

So thankfully this chapter was on actual paper because all of my drafts are gone (yo wattpad, what's going on) but yeah.

What'd you think? Which god do you think is in Ramonia (no that's not a typo either)? I hoped you enjoyed this chapter!

...See ya!!