Silenced (Demigod Story)

How I slept without dying.

As soon as my body sunk into the ground, I had to fight for my life. Energy seemed to be repelled from my body, leaving my brain feeling as exhausted as it would be after an algebra test that contained fifty questions. I only became weaker as minutes flew by, causing my task to be like waking up on a Monday morning.

I was dirt traveling thousands of miles, unaware of the exact number.  (Later found out that the distance was 4680 miles)  I really should have thought my plan through.  In the morning of that day, I lied to old ladies, faced old ladies and dirt traveled from Florida to Long Island.  In the afternoon, I got Olive to camp, got my future told, faced an Athena child and skimmed an entire book about the boring Romans.  In the evening, I escaped camp, got kidnapped by a Roman, made up a camp full of Egyptians, pretended to kill someone, faced a roman that was ready to kill me, ran all the way back to a roman camp, trapped two dogs and escaped the camp.  I hadn’t slept for what seemed like forever and I decided to dirt travel thousands of miles in one trip.

I fought the unforgiving urge to fall asleep, knowing that I would likely die in my sleep because I would breathe in the soil that surrounded me.  Would it be considered drowning, chocking, dyeing in my sleep, or a combination of them if I had died that way?

Finally, I saw the sun.  Sure, it was night in Long Island but that just means that the sun is shining on somewhere else.  That somewhere else was 4680 miles away in the Amazon rain forest.

At the exact moment the sun shone on my face, I gave in and allowed the dark to swallow me whole.

@ )---‘---,--- (That is a rose)

I knew that I was asleep, but remembered the cave.  I didn’t want to open my eyes to find myself in the cave, I wanted to stay in the darkness, cowering away from death.  I curled my dream-for into a ball and tucked my head between my knees.

“That is no way to treat your favorite god.”

I rolled my eyes.  James, I thought, mentally groaning.  “Shut up, James.  The last thing that you would ever be is a god.  In fact, you are more like a goddess than a god anyway,” I mumbled, still curled.

There was snickering right before a female voice yelled, “I will not stand such an insult!  I do not know this ‘James’ you speak of so he mustn’t be worthy of being compared to any goddess!”

I quickly uncurled and scrambled to my feet to study my surroundings.  The ground was made of 5 by 5ft sized tiles with suns and moons carven in the corners.  Observing the destination that I occupied, I noticed that the ground was a plat for, a place to worship, located on the shore of a seemingly untouched beach.  The waves weakly reached as far as they could onto the shore just before they were dragged back into the ocean again and again.  Pillars towered in the corners and centers of the sides.  The pillars were worn on the sides, the only thing on the whole island that shown flaws.

“Are you going to stare that the water or would you rather speak to the legendary twins that stand behind you?”

I clumsily turned to face the “legendary twins” that stood behind me. My hands quickly formed fists when golden hair entered my view, and my anger quickly drained when I realized that it was Apollo.