When The Sparks Fly

The Worst Morning of My Life...As of now

I slept without dreams after quite sometime. No gods invaded upon my dreams. No one told me what to do. But there was this constant vigour, a certain amount of consciousness of everything around me, went on in my head. It was almost as if this exposure to the gods had led to all my muscles and sense amplified by a hundred times.

Drake didn't turn or move even once. A spider ran over the window pane, whilst the wind rattled it. I could even hear Richard snoring from downstairs in his room.

My little dreamless sleep also came with a after package. Tomorrow I must journey to California and seek an ancient dude who smelled of the sea near a pier. How genius and helpful of Hypnos.

In the morning I woke up already knowing that breakfast was cooking and it was certainly English bacon and Italian sausages.

It kind of surprised me why mum would make two expensive types of meat for breakfast, then I realised it might be because this might be good bye for sometime.

I was supposed to travel across the country to actually get information about myself. What and why am I? What is my destiny? What is the intention behind my existence?

I went down to find Drake already gulping his breakfast down. He appeared a bit weird to me. When I looked at him he was just a regular teenagers in corduroy pants and a black jacket, but on focusing on him a bit I could see a quiver and a bow on his back, a dagger sheathed on his belt and he seemed to be phasing in and out of the real world, almost as if he existed here and didn't exist here at the same time.

Seeing me stare he giggled and pushed a chair for me, "Eat up, princess".

I kicked him lightly on his shin and sat down and helped myself.

"You told me you'd explain more about that disappearing bow and quiver thing and never got the chance."

"Oh yeah", Donny spoke in an airy voice, I could sense his nervousness as well, "That because of this magical veil like thing called the mist. The mist blocks out all mystic things from mortal eyes."

I understood little but shook my head in agreement.

Richard told me he got us tickets to Los Angeles, but Drake had other ideas.

"We can't fly, Zeus isn't in the skies, Aeolus is out of control as of now" Drake said looking surprised at himself, "It's not safe."

Mum had come into the room without us realising, "You need to get the grey sisters taxi. I might still have a few drachmas left with me to get you till Santa Monica.

I still wasn't sure how Drake had any idea about who's in the skies, and how mum seemed to posses ancient Greek currency. But after all the weird that I had already faced this seemed quite obvious to me.

Mum went out of the room and returned after some while with a tin of Curacao chocolates, which looked old and had rusted. It made a crinkling sound in a very heavy manner as if it was really solid and heavy. She opened the tin and showed the most amazing thing I ever saw in my life. It had around 200 little rough, dirty, uneven gold nuggets flattened in it. "You'll need these, but keep them safe you'll need them at times when dollars are valueless."

Great now my mother was talking like a prophet. What else could go wrong?

Well I was obviously wrong cuz the meaning of wrong was redefined in what happened next.

I went upstairs once more packed a few socks, underwear a clean t-shirt, and for some reason a toolkit in a bag along with earthen piggy bank which I broke and emptied in the bag. It had around five grand in it. Quite a lot for savings money. Pulled on a jacket, put the bag in my back and went down for the last time in a while.