“Hopefully that verge gets us back in a position that helps us get our feet back on the ground. Ever since I got here I’ve kind of felt like I was floating. Like I’ve lost control f my life.” Todd blinked and let his legs fall down to meet the sand again. “I understand they want to keep us safe, but do they have to lock us up like criminals? I mean…yeah. Whatever happens, happens. We’ll be able to get through it. We always do.”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. It was more helpful when there were people like him around, who understood that moaning and groaning about their situation wouldn’t get them very far. “They’re barely trying to keep us safe— they’re trying to protect themselves. If this gets out and then monsters start attacking, they could be more powerful than them. And now that we know they’ve lied to us, they know we aren’t happy with them at all.”
Todd listened carefully as the girl’s voice dropped lower and he felt himself get just a little bit excited. As overwhelming as his powers might be he missed them a lot more then he thought. With a shrug and a smile Todd looked around before speaking up. “Really? That’s…that’s a bit of a relief to tell you the truth. Do you really think something will turn up and help us?”
Nodding very somberly, she was glad she could at least make him even the slightest bit more relieved. How long had it been that they’d been stuck there? Gods, how long had it been since she’d seen her best friend? “I really do think so. I mean, it’s kind of bleak right now, but I feel like we’ve been able to do more before. We should be on the verge of something.”
Gemma was slightly impressed. Whoever this girl was, she certainly seemed sure of herself, despite her age. Or maybe she just looked younger than she was. It was always hard to tell how old people were and ever since she found out demigods were real, it was hard to tell who their parents were. “Well that’s good I guess? I mean you should never waste a day.” Deciding to just simply be her annoying self she just ignored the question, “Who do you happen to be? By the way, I’m asking what your name is, not like who you are as a person…”
She nodded, feeling like she had definitely not wasted the past couple days. Gods, training seriously sucked sometimes. Especially on your own. Chuckling a little, Cecilia nodded. “Alright, fair enough. My name is Cecilia, I’m a daughter of Hecate.” She raised a brow with a skeptical smile. “Care to return the favor now?”
“Don’t apologize!” Todd said before he could calm himself down a little. “It’s not your fault our parents are powerful gods and goddesses ” He sighed and pulled his legs up to him, placing his chin on his knees. “So there is a way to get this dome down? How did you figure that out? The library doesn’t appear to have much help within it. Lots of books to read for fun though…and by the way. I think Hera is a bit of a nut job. Her making this decision doesn’t really surprise me.”
Glancing back at him, she sighed, looking for an answer. “Unfortunately, no, I don’t know how to get it down. But, we’re working on it.” Lowering her voice, she added, “My sister, she found that she could use her powers in a certain cave in the forest. I don’t really get it, but they work. And so she’s been trying to make potions and spells that could help. I’ve been reading through scrolls and volumes from my own manor to look for anything that could help.” She chuckled dryly, “You’ve got that right.”
Gemma had been absentmindedly running her hands through the sand when she heard a small, but exhausted squeak. Wondering who could make such an inhuman noise, she decided to explore.
Glancing across the beach she searched for a possible source. It was then that she noticed the semi sunburned legs sticking out awkwardly into the light. Now, even more curious, she walked towards them, stepping into the shadowy part of the beach.
She waited for her eyes to adjust, not even bothering to take her sunglasses off. “Oh…” She exclaimed in a disappointed tone continuing just out of a burst of common courtesy, “Hi there person who lurks in the shadows. Lovely weather we’re having, you don’t seem to be enjoying much it?”
She heard a rather crestfallen voice speak and opened her eyes to see a very unique personality. Very interesting hair, she noticed. Not to mention cute sunglasses. But she simply shrugged and nodded. “You’re correct. The whether’s fine, though, I’m sure I’m enjoying it. Who are you, by the way?”
Todd grimaced and shook his head. Every where he went he heard that, everyone he talked to would say the same thing. It was a depressing thought, and it angered him. He had family back on the main land that he at least needed to contact. His little sister was probably frantic by now. He sighed and looked out at the horizon. “Yeah, I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. It’s frustrating and reliving and everything in between..” He let himself slide into silence “You shouldn’t have to work so hard you pass out on the beach though. The Gods won’t have abandoned their children completely.”
It was the same response each time. What were the gods supposed to expect, though, they had pretty much made their children into sitting ducks. “I’m really sorry,” she mumbled and ran a hand through her hair, though it was not her fault at all. “I’m trying to do something about it, but I’m just not sure how far we’re getting. But progress is progress,” she said, hoping he would believe her. Pursing her lips, she nodded, “Maybe not all of them. But this was Zeus and Hera’s decision.”
Todd finished off his drawing with a little flourish and admired it before erasing it and starting another. “Yeah, getting the sand out of everything isn’t fun, but the beach isn’t all that bad. Swimming is fun.” He stopped his drawing when she started talking about training non-stop and shook his head. “You shouldn’t have to do that, train all the time. We’re safe enough on the island. Sure there might be monsters, but there’s no need to train all day, every day. Right?” Todd wasn’t a fighter by any means, but the idea of training and studying every day seemed odd.
She gave a light chuckle at his pride in his drawing and found it quite admirable. Nodding, she answered, “Swimming is awesome, I used to do it all the time.” When they’d first arrived to the island, the beach was such a novel idea that most of the demigods couldn’t get enough of it. As she listened to him, Cecilia heard the logic in his words and new he must have been a recent addition. “We were supposed to be safe,” she answered. “But now we’re trapped in here with no powers.” She frowned back at the shore that almost touched her feet, “I’m not sure how many of the new islanders got the memo.” She felt really crappy that new kids were coming into the island without the knowledge that they couldn’t get back out. But that was why she worked so hard, to help towards a solution.
Todd shook his head and listened to her talk. She really sounded tired. Todd felt bad for her. Hopefully her manor wasn’t too far off. “Oh sand is soft, yeah. But it has this really nasty habit of getting in places it shouldn’t be. Like hair and shoes.” He paused and drew in the sand, unwilling to get up and leave her. The island might be cut off from the outside world, but that didn’t mean it was safe to leave her snoozing on the beach. “Why are you tired? Staying up too late?”
Scrunching up her nose, Cecilia realized he had a point. “Okay, you seem to be correct. That’s always the worst part of trips to the beach.” Glancing to her side, she noticed his doodles and gave a small smile. “Yeah, I suppose I’ve been staying up late. And training for hours on end. And in the past week I’ve gone through five volumes of witchcraft studies.” When was the last time she’d even picked up a paint brush or pencil? Gosh, she needed to relax.
“Whoops?” he exclaimed, stumbling around a bit and raising his hand to gently rest on his forehead, “You crush my dreams and all you can say is ‘whoops’?!” Kendall tottered clumsily for a couple more moments, before eventually reaching out to ‘rest’ against her. He suppressed a grin as he glanced down at Cecilia, fighting hard to maintain his victimized expression. “That’s why you do it,” he explained patiently, a smirk replacing his features as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, “To get in trouble. After all, when life gives you lemons you might as well squirt the juice in someone’s eye.”
The girl sighed as the poor Ares boy seemed only further crushed at his lack of acceptance into the magical place of Hogwarts. Or the Hecate basement, really. Fumbling around in her bag, she pulled out a piece of paper and pen and scribbled quickly, only to find that the boy had ceased his blubbering and now stood directly in front of her. He was awfully close and she was starting to understand why people were always confused by what he had to say. It was like you wanted to refute everything, but there was always something in his words that was just so interesting. Instead, she held out the piece of paper to him, that promptly stated, Congrats, you did it. You have been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which, by the way, has been moved to the Ares Manor so please make your residence there. Also, release any owls you may be holding captive. Thank you. “Your logic is hard to follow,” she told him as she continued to hold out the piece of paper, sneaking a glace at his eyes.
Todd hadn’t been paying any particular attention to much of anything. Letting his mind wander. He’d flopped himself on the beach ages ago and had just convinced himself to stand up and go home when a girl he didn’t recognize flopped herself down onto the sand. She was tired, and sore. He could tell that just by looking at her. He sank down again, this time next to her and spoke up. “Beaches are nice, but I don’t think they’re a good place to fall asleep for long hours. Everything okay?”
Cecilia opened her eyes and turned to face the voice that had just spoken. She was sure she had never met the boy before, but perhaps had seen him around the island a couple times. He seemed to appear out of nowhere and she deemed it friendly that he’d stopped to say something. But she only shrugged and grazed the sand next to her. “It’s pretty soft. Couldn’t be too bad.” Sighing and returning her gaze to the waters, she gave a curt nod. “I’m… fine,” she settled on. “Just tired. So tired.”