Cam Valdez and the Lost Origins: The Unkown Twin

I Witness a Kidnap Debate

     The cave I dreamed about was round and rugged, the ground was scattered with crates and boxes of who knew what. Somewhere just out of my line of sight I heard the giggling of an underground stream. Then four women entered the room out of a side cave.

     They were all talking loudly, though none louder than the two girls in front of the procession. They, like the rest of the women, were dressed in white, knee-length tunics with gold fabric sashed around their waists. All of their skin varied in tan perfection--except one of the girls in the front whose skin was mint green--and their hair was all the same long, wavy, golden stuff you see on fairytale princesses. Ah, but it was their voices that completed the Greek princesses theme. The rambling words that were vibrating from their throat were soft and beautiful and all oddly harmonized in a way that reminded me of women's voices in old black and white movies.  

     "I hate what we are doing!" One of the two fighting girls exclaimed with her hands thrown up in the air. Even though I could not see her face--or any of their faces for that matter--I knew it must be stunningly beautiful.

     "I know you do, but this is the only way I see to fix the matter if the Olympian Council approves of it or not!" Snapped the girl the first had addressed. This was the girl with mint green skin.

     "But kidnapping? Is that really the trail we are willing to climb? Because what I see at the end of that trail is a whole lot of bad and angry gods. Especially our father." The first one retorted. The other two girls sighed as if this was a conversation they were tired of hearing.

     "Oh please, Philo," one of the girls said, this one had freckles covering her exposed shoulders. "Think about it a little, even if we are caught, Zeus favors our sister enough--he even named one of his children after her. The worst punishment he would give us would only be one or two thousand years of something. Or even if worst comes to worst, he might send us down from Olympus to serve some demigod. Like he's done with Posiedon and Apollo."

     "Yeah, like he did with Apollo this last time," countered the first. "You've seen what he's been through on Hephaestus TV. It's a miracle beyond even the Fates he's still alive--though I doubt he will be much longer."

     "But again, Zeus doesn't like Apollo as much as us," replied the freckled one. 

     "Fine," sighed Ms. Complainer. "but I want as little to do with this as possible. And I am not coming with you in the morning, no matter what."

     Then she stormed out of the cave with the other girls following. I caught one more piece of conversation from the mint skinned one before their voices were out of range:

     "Once we have both the Valdez girl and the Valdez boy, our father will have to comply with our demands. He wouldn't want his beloved and oh so blessed children getting hurt."

     Now that was weird, but I had no more dream time to think about it. Instead, my shoulders were being slightly shaken. 

     I opened my eyes to see (once again) someone, that was not The Man in the Moon, was leaning over me. It was actually a pair of eyes framed by black glasses with dashes of yellow across the frames.

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Here's another update. Sorry it's so short! I really hope you have enjoyed Cam's story so far.

     Q: if you could live/visit anywhere in the world, where would it be? Any reasons why?

For me, I'd love to live in France or Grace. Idk why, but I've alwats kind of wanted to. I'd also wanna visit Ireland and Sweden; there are just some wonderful places to visit and see.

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