The Prophecy of a Girl Called Cassiopeia

Chapter Seven

 After about half an hour, we arrived at our destination. The thirty minutes spent in the car felt like nothing. When I was around Apollo, time always seemed to fly by. Apollo was quick to open my door before I could. He held his arm out for me, just like he had earlier in the evening. As soon as I noticed where we were, I stopped walking.

Apollo stopped and looked at me, "What's wrong?"

"Apollo," I looked down at my attire and back at the enormous carnival, "we are not dressed for a fair."

"Says who?"

I narrowed my eyes, "I'm pretty sure my satin cocktail dress is not something anyone would wear to ride rides and eat junk food."

I closed my eyes, imagining the judgement I would receive from the people who saw me. Apollo unhooked my arm from his and stepped a way for a second.

"How about this?"

My eyes opened, confusion evident on my features, when I realized he was no longer in the dark suit that he wore to the wedding. He had on a grey knitted sweater with dark jeans. He smirked, playfully and nodded to my dress.

"How did you do that?" I asked in utter amazement.

He gave me a pointed look.

"Right, you're a god."

He closed his eyes for a brief second and when he opened them again, I was no longer wearing my dark dress. I held out my arms, noticing my dress had become a dark sweater, stretching to my wrists. I checked my legs, I had dark ripped jeans on. My glittery heels had been exchanged for a pair of white vans.

When I finished admiring our new outfits, I placed my arm back in his. I smiled as we walked to the brightly lit ticket booth. The heavenly smell of carbs filled the air.

The colorful carnival lights stood out from the night sky. Carnivals were always one of those things that I loved. When I was in the foster care system, there was one couple that fostered me that were the kindest people I've ever met, Mr. and Mrs. Foster. I always thought their last name was ironic They fostered me for almost an entire year. Every month we would go to the year round carnival that was a couple hours from their house.

The corner of my lips drew upwards. They wanted to adopt me. I never did learn why the weren't able to. One day, I was taken from their house and placed in a group home.

I ended up legally changing my last name to Foster.

The smile fell from my face as I saw an image of a hospital in my mind.

"Are you okay?" Apollo asked, with the tickets in his hand.

I smiled again and nodded. He didn't push, even though he could tell I was lying.

As we entered the carnival, the sweet smell grew stronger. My stomach growled as the scent reached my nose. I heard Apollo chuckle as my cheeks burned.

"Oh whatever," I mumbled.

"You're so cute," he said as he continues to laugh at my embarrassment, "What do you want to eat?"

I thought for a second, "A funnel cake!"

"Alright, save me seat over there," he pointed to a bunch of picnic tables under a blue tent, "I'll go get us some food."

"Okay."

After finding the last table that was both trash free and people free, I sat down on the bench. My eyes roamed the carnival. Happy children ran around, dragging their smiling parents to new rides. Couples shared bags of cotton candy as they walked around the games. Long lines formed at the food stalls.