HEY! TUMBLR VERSION FOR GRIAN'S POV IS HERE!!!
I still don't know how to format as the spacing is weird. If I get rid of extra spacing, it looks too jumbled up so... Unfortunately we're gonna have to make do!
This is in first person, so if you're not a fan of such POVs, sorry! :3 I have another fic coming up that's in 3rd person! Maybe that'll be up your alley!
But anyhow, welcome to Grian's POV! Enjoy :)
We'd finally gotten him out, and I didn't know how to explain to this poor kid that he's on the borderline of humanity.
There we were, sitting at a random table outside of a restaurant. Scar swore he knew what place this was, but that it never used to look so bright before.
Gem and Scott distracted him while I figured out a way to explain his situation. I open my mouth to speak. That's when it hit me.
“Scar?” I ask, and he turns towards me. “Yeah, Grian?”
“What's your opinion on, I dunno, mythology?” I smile awkwardly, not knowing what I'm doing. Scar fidgets with his hands, “Oh! Not much, honestly. What kinda mythology we talkin’? Greek? Roman? The Bible or something???”
“Let's start with Greek.”
Scott and Gem look at me with nervous expressions on their faces. I nod at them slowly while Scar giggles to himself.
“I know that Zeus is pretty bad, I mean, no one likes that guy.” He places his hand on the table, leaning forward with a smug grin on his face that would be almost attractive if he wasn't such an idiot. I look at the other two with concern, “Really? That's all?”
“Hmm… a lot of, I dunno, sibling relations? Really odd, I mean none of them care! It's just something they do! Oh, yeah! Why do you ask, by the way?” Scar continues.
“Would you think I'm insane if I said that they're real?”
“I would.” Scar blinks, “But I did just escape from a time traveling theater that's making me wonder how old I am now.”
“You'd still be sixteen.” Scott says, “You haven't grown at all since you entered or left.”
“Huh.” Scar looks down at his hands, “I haven't even cut my nails in a week and they're still short.”
“Exactly.” Scott looks at me, “Think of it as a time freeze, but the world around you continues anyway.”
“Funny… So if I can be stuck in some otherworldly place for years, who's to say deities can't exist at this point! That guy who escorted us out had one eye, for God’s sake!” Scar says with irritation. I smile, “Good! This makes this easier.”
We left the restaurant after a while of talking, then we took some public transit (big risk) to the nearest place to our camp.
Scar spends our entire time looking uncomfortable. Though, I guess I would be too if I was on a wheelchair and people stood in front of me on a bus crowding me.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, Scar clutches his hands near his legs. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.”
“It just reeks here.” He looks away and frowns. “I mean, yeah, public transit always does.” I giggle. “Not like that. It smells like something's rotting.” Scar glances around. Then his eyes widen.
We turn towards where Scar’s looking. “Oh!” I cover my mouth. The people in the bus were sitting and acting normally, except for this couple sitting by each other.
“Hey! Hey! Wake up, hey!” They shouted. That's when the bus took a strong and short stop. I grab onto Scar’s chair quickly as I'm still watching. “What's going on?!” The person continues.
Scar blinks, “She died as soon as I said that.”
“What?” I look at him. “She was still living.” Scar frowns, “But it smelled like–”
“Are you okay, Scar?” Scott leans over. “Can we get out?” Scar asks. “We have to anyway.” I get up, then smile at Scar. “Let's go.”
And we do, we all leave. An ambulance shows up, but Scar sighs like it's too late. I glance at him, then at Scott. Scott shrugs. Gem dusts herself off, “Eugh, thank the gods we left that bus. Dusty old man does not feel good on your shoulder.” She grimaces, then she glares at Scar.
“Something's up with you, bud. But for now, let's head off, shall we?”
“Are you mad at me?” Scar asks. “No, just concerned.” Gem says, “I have a suspicion, and I'm not liking the odds.”
I flick Scar’s head, “Let's just go, we're close to camp anyway.”
“This feels like a cult.” Scar jokes. I roll my eyes, “You've already decided to join, let's go.”
Camp looks eerie, especially that no one is here. I look around, “We're back! Uh, fellas?”
Not a single person answers, so I walk in further. Then I run towards the Big House, “Hello?! Hey! Martyn! Anyone?!” I yell.
Then I turn towards the others. “Where did they go?” I frown. Scar holds himself, “So, Grian, what's the story here, man?” He giggles anxiously.
I smile, though the corners of my lips seem to shake with the effort. “Greek gods, we're their children. That's all.”
“Where are you all?!” I open the doors to the house, and that's when I see it. Martyn on the ground with a broken mirror. A mist of water surrounding him falls as the rainbow fades.
“What are you doing here?” He looks at me slowly, “I thought you were on a quest…”
“We were searching for others just like us, ‘cause the satyrs are currently preoccupied with wildfires.” I say, “Martyn, what are you doing?”
“None of your business, how's the sun looking?” He stands up, then walks out the door. Pushing me aside in the process. “Good. Good.” He places his hand on his head. “Sorry, Ren just gave me one of the worst Iris messages possible.”
“Oh, what did he say this time?” I cross my arms. “He and those stupid Ares kids are close to death, Bdubs decided to go with them knowing he can't really get on their level. I… ugh.” Martyn walks away.
“Wait! Is anyone else here?” I ask. “Everyone's helping the satyrs. You should check on Taurtis.” Martyn continues onward. I watch him leave to his cabin, then I turn towards Scott, Gem, and Scar.
“Welcome home? I guess?” I frown. Scar looks at me and I feel a sharp sense of guilt. “It– it's usually better on the first day!” I say, then turn towards the forest. “We just gotta fix that.”
Scar rolls towards me. “You think it's just a wildfire?” He asks. “I hope it is.” I start walking.
The fire was larger than I thought it was.
I rush in, “Taurtis! What happened?!”
Taurtis bleats and splashes water on one of the trees. The tree forms into a dryad, “Thanks for the water, but I'm not the one on fire!” She says. “Sorry, Lizzie.” He groans, “I'm so tired.”
“You're fine, I think you should get some sleep. Besides, maybe this newcomer is a Poseidon kid!” She grins. “I doubt it.” I say, then gaze at everything else.
Scar rolls towards us, “Poseidon?”
“You can control water, right? Maybe breathe in it or–” Lizzie looks at him. “No.” Scar says.
“I can't even swim, if you couldn't tell.” He tilts his head. “I mean! Who said you had to swim?” She giggles.
Scott walks in and stares at the forest in horror. “Oh… oh my gods. Gem, any idea to fix this?”
“Well, first off. All dryads please turn back to your humanoid forms.” Gem says, “Scott, you're good with animals, take them and get them out of here temporarily. They can live in whoever's cabin caters to them the most.”
“Demeter’s, probably.” Scott nods, then delves deeper into the forest. I stand there next to Scar, and Gem looks at us both. “You should probably look for… survivors, maybe.”
“There's tons of those.” Scar tilts his head, “I don't think it's gotten that bad that people are suffocating.”
“Illness travels fast when you breathe in smoke.” I say, then I walk off. Scar cracks a grin, “Well excuse me, mister! I didn't take you for an expert!”
I found some of the others, mainly the Hephaestus kids. Surprisingly, they'd created some tools to help with the forest.
“Doc!” I yell, and immediately he turns to me. “What do you want, Grian?! We're busy!” He answers. He's so kind to me.
“Gem is devising a plan on how to fix this, but I've got something figured out.” I grin. “What do you guys got there?”
Doc gazes down at his own hands. “Oh, this. It's just an enlarged water gun. We had to go down to the river, explain to the naiads what was occuring, and get drenched in freshwater before we could finally get this made.”
“Naiads…” I groan, and Scar curiously raises his hand. “I'm real out of the loop here, guys. Also, how am I supposed to help?”
I look at Scar and smile, “Do you know what you can control?”
He shakes his head, “No-can-do. I don't have solar powers, stealing skills, master fighting skills or whatever!”
Doc hands him a piece of scrap metal, “Anything you can do with this?”
Scar stares at it, “It's just a piece of metal. It's really sharp, I could stab someone with it.” He smiles at Doc, who looks disappointed on sight. “Right, of course you can. My mistake for being too vague, can you create something?”
“Nope!” Scar gives the scrap back to Doc. “I've never actually created a thing in my life! Except for a few excuses here and there, maybe. Cat ate my homework, best line used this century!” He giggled.
I rolled my eyes, “Who believes that?”
Doc crosses his arms, “You aren't very pretty, so not Aphrodite… nature. Can you assist with nature? Like farming, or whatever.”
Scar smacks his own legs lightly, as if he were playing with his hands. “I don't think so, I live in a city. We don't really have nature there. Or farms. Didn't really have a calling for it, either.”
Doc hums to himself, then he looks at me. “I'm concerned.”
“If he's not even just a little bit like the gods, there's only so few choices left. I'm not liking the odds.”
Scar fidgets around with his fingers, “Are you saying I might be a child of the big guys?”
“Might,” Doc stares right at Scar like he can see his soul, “is too weak a word for this occasion.”
Scar leans towards me, as much as he can in his confined space. “What is he saying?”
I shake my head, “Let's focus on the trees for now…”
And that we did. The satyrs spent most of the time asking the naiads for assistance, the rest of us hacked down broken branches that were too weak to truly thrive anymore. Then I stole someone's water gun thing and started spraying the trees.
The smoke bellowed upward and only got worse and worse till we finally asked the gods to assist.
That's when the rain came down, and Scar yelped and nearly cracked open the earth.
I sit down and stare at the clouds above us. “Nothing too special,” I look towards Gem. She furrows her brows, “Grian. Scar did something when Zeus gave us that storm. What was it?”
“There was an earthquake, Gem.” I shrug, “The ground broke beneath us, boohoo.”
“Why are you covering for him?! Poseidon’s quakes haven't been active in this area for years!” Gem squints. “Maybe he just decided we needed one. Maybe he was giving us a tsunami in an attempt to clear the fire. I don't know, Gem! I don't know what Scar did, I'm trying to create my own logic here!” I wave my arms frantically.
Gem sighs and sits next to me. “He broke the ground.”
“...Did anything happen afterwards?”
“It fixed itself, he panicked and tried to reverse what he did. Told everyone not to worry, casting more attention on himself. It was barely noticeable, looked like a hair fracture.” I pick up a pebble and stare at it.
“He's talking to the watcher right now.” I groan, “This is so irritating.”
“That I might be wrong?! That this was natural, and he just freaked out over something that happened right as he panicked?! Maybe! Or that I'm absolutely correct, and he's the son of Hades for the gods' sakes!” I toss the pebble and rake my hands through my hair and pull.
“He's done other things resembling that of a Hades kid, Grian.” Gem pats me on the shoulder, “Why are you stressing so much about this?”
“... Don't you get it? Any of the big three having kids is insanity. The fact that he's still alive amazes me yet terrifies me at the same time.” I look into the distance, “I'm so sure that a monster may have gotten to him before…”
“He probably survived off the same thing you did.” Gem says. “What's that?” I turn towards her.
Scar’s wheelchair is parked but he's not on the chair. Alarms ring in my head as I look around, “Scar?! SCAR?!” I shout, running around.
It didn't take long for me to find him. Mainly because he didn't really go far at all. There he was, trembling and holding onto a tree. “Scar?” I say.
He nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to me. “Grian! Ah, I'm so glad you're here! I'm a little bit, uh, stuck…” He grins. “...What happened? Why aren't you in your wheelchair?” I blink.
He laughs awkwardly, “I thought I was in good enough condition to walk again. But it turns out, my brain and my legs still aren't as connected as I thought they were.”
“I'll get the chair for you, Scar.”
I lift my finger and stare at him, “You've gotta remember to be careful, Scar. No one cares if you walk or not. We're still figuring out who you are.” I say, then I turn away and start going for the wheelchair.
When I do reach the wheelchair, Martyn approaches me.
“Have you seen Impulse?” He asks. “Not since we left the theatre.” I place my hands on the handle of the chair, pulling it out of the mud it happened to get stuck in. “Jeez, this thing has to be cleaned now…”
Martyn rubs his face in annoyance. “He's been gone for several days. How can he just go on a quest and go missing like that?!”
A sort of revelation hits me, and I stop in my tracks. “He’s in there…”
I curse under my breath and turn around, “Shoot– Scar! I've got your chair!” I run towards him. I quickly help him into the wheelchair and promptly glance around.
“Something bothering you, Grian?” Scar asks.
“Ah, nothing too serious.” I smile, “You alright?”
“Yep! Better than ever, thanks G!” He places his hands on the wheels and pushes himself forward.
I watch him leave, then think momentarily. “Shoot, shoot, shoot.” I mutter, “Impulse, we left Impulse!”
I remember Gem shouting where everyone was, I already knew where Cub had gone. Kinda. Under the theatre, but I don't really know if he's gonna be gone for long. But Impulse, he went in with us and vanished.
Just what is that theatre?
