The Daughter Of The Sea God

Paradise... At Least For Cows

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Waking up in the morning is always the toughest thing of the day. Because I usually find myself in the oddest of places. For example, today, I woke up in a barn. On a stack of hay. And beside that stack of hay, next to my head, is a cow. A slobbering, drooling cow. I've woken up next to plenty of strangers, but never in my lifetime a cow.

It had an awfully content expression on its face, considering that it was eating my hair. My dirty, sweaty, smelly hair that had spent the last evening out drinking. At a club I legally wasn't allowed to be in. The cow looked like it was in paradise. I, on the other hand, was gods know how many miles from paradise.

I groan as I get up, shaking the cow spit right back into the cow's face. The cow didn't seem to like this very much and expressed it's unhappiness by letting out a disgruntled moo. So in response, I blasted a cold stream of water into its face, then kicked it's tummy. It got the message fast enough.

Now perhaps this wasn't the nicest thing to do to the innocent cow, but it was the nicest thing I could manage after my head had been chewed into a pulp. I didn't even know when I was going to be able to find a place to wash it. Then I realize that after spending the last night partying, I'd stumbled around until I found this isolated, gross, barnyard place. The only water around was for cows to drink. My day was just getting better and better.

I had quite a hard time recalling the previous days events. All I remember is, after getting chased by a gang with guns, I decided to take a load off my shoulders and head for a nightclub. This did involve some stealing though, seeing as how I didn't own a single item of clothing. The clothes I had on my back were also stolen. And then it's just a big blur. I'm surprised I don't have a hangover.

A loud, vaguely annoyed moo comes from my right. I blink in surprise. Without realizing it, I'd covered the barn in a few inches of water. I must've been more out of it then I thought.

The cow shot me a glare-if cows can glare-and mooed again. Rolling my eyes, I vaporize it all. The cow moos again, but it a contented moo rather then a pissed off moo. I sigh and stretch, surveying my surroundings.

It's not bad really. Very cozy and... musky, but that's probably because of the cows. There are stalls and barrels of hay like horses might've once occupied this space. A little alcove to my left big enough for a person to lie down on. The only downside is... well the cows.

I shake my head. I can't believe I was thinking of living here. Even if only for a second.

It's then when I'm pondering my living situation, wondering about my water, that I hear a knock on the barn door. Not so much of a knock, but a bang. It could of course be nothing, but when you're a demigod, it's never nothing.

My breath catching in my throat, I draw my dagger. It's one thing to catch me in the morning looking nice and presentable. It's entirely another to catch me looking like this. And then there's the fact that if someone did burst in, I'd be armed with only a dagger. That I barely knew how to use. Though thankfully, the door did not creak open.

"Hello?" I call cautiously, before realizing that this was the stupidest thing I could do.

And proving myself right when the door creaked open. But I could not have been more surprised when two scruffy boys that couldn't have been any older than me fell in, punching and kicking, walking horizontally along the walls and sending rays of light-or were those ultraviolet waves-in each other's faces. Great, it's probably eight in the morning and I'm already the witness of a fight.

They're whirling around so fast that they were blurs on the wall. For one stupid second, I thought they were aliens from another planet disguised as humans to take over Earth. Then I notice the markings on their arms and realize that they too, were demigods. The markings are different from the ones I usually see. But they're familiar enough to let me know who's who.

As I peer in, I see that one is the son of Ares, the war god, and the other is the son of Zeus, god of the Gods. Typical. I sit quietly, waiting to see if they'll notice me, or simply knock the barn over and continue fighting.

It seemed like I waited there the entire morning before the son of Zeus pins the other one to the ground while snarling vicious words. Then he realized that the son of Ares was not paying a single bit of attention to him. His ridiculous expression almost caused me to burst out in laughter. Eyes wide and bulging, jaw nearly hitting the floor. Zeus's kid turned around. His expression looked similar to Ares son, but even more stupid. I couldn't help wondering if they were staring at my stolen party dress, or my spitty hair. Possibly both.

I clear my throat and attempt to leave. It just had to be then, that their stupid brains decided to work together and block my exit.

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