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Chapter 4: I get a pet angel

Before us was a man in his twenties with salt-and-pepper hair with big blue eyes with a mischievous glint in them. He wore a grey tracksuit and sneakers with tiny wings sprouting from the ankles. He held a metre-long wooden staff with dove wings sprouting at the top. The odd part of the staff was that two snakes were writhed around it.

"Hermes," Zack whispered and got on his knees. Hermes? Oh, great. So he was the cause of the trouble makers, Travis and Connor Stoll at Camp Half Blood to exist in the first place. Being a god, you may think he's serious. Most of the time he is, so I've heard. But they say you have to keep one hand on your valuables and the other on your life.

Carter frowned but did the same along with the rest of us. "Oh, get up. I'm won't kill you." Hermes waved his hand. And we obeyed.

'Oh sure, fall on your knees-s-s for this-s-s guy," A raspy voice growled. It was like a viper learned to speak in English. "Continue to ignore us-s-s! I love that!"

"George!" Another voice chided. Hermes didn't look pleased.

"Be quiet." He hissed. We all looked at him rather confused.

"Pardon, but who are you talking to? And do you happen to know a certain person named Thoth?" Sadie walked up to the staff examining the snakes which seemed to be moving. Probably my hallucinations.

Zia shook her head at Sadie. Her eyes seemed to say Drop it. Hermes glared at Sadie (Poor Sadie, it was nice meeting you). "George and Martha, of course, my snakes." Lord Hermes gestured at his staff.

Sadie twirled her finger near her temple but Walt covered her mouth before she could say anything more. "And as for Thoth," His expression dark as Tartarus "He hates for some reason! I mean, it wasn't totally my idea to name his city after me! I'm sure I can get some ideas why he could be jealous of me—,"

"It's all about him again, eh? What about us? I'M NOT FEELING THE LOVE! I'd rather go for rats." George snapped.

"Yeah, I'm sure you can make a long list of reasons. Now, WILL YOU TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" I hissed. Zack warned me what would happen if you angered gods, but the gods are the ones who angered me. I didn't want to get Hermes on my bad side but I was too frustrated to care "I'm tired, I'm covered in monster dust, I'm confused, I don't care and I'm genuinely annoyed. Can we please get things straighten out first?"

"Andro," Carter shot me a warning look. Oh, now I'm the one in trouble.

"Look kid, I was just sent here to take you all to Olympus. I don't know what's going on either, but I'm sure you two aren't supposed to get along with those four." Hermes pointed at a swirling gold portal behind him.

"Well I'm not going through that," Zack pushed me further to the front. "You go."

"What?!"

"I second it!" Sadie shouted. Oh fantastic. Now let's get everyone to push me into a portal that leads to certain doom.

"After you," Zack grinned and posed like a gentleman in the movies. I knew better. He's no gentleman. I had to resist the urge to plant boot prints on his face. I gave him the-I-will-run-you-over-with-a-bus-and-make-it-loo k-like-a-bloody-accident-look.

I marched my way through.

For you that never experienced this, I don't recommended it if you don't like a swirling gold dust pool mixing and un-mixing your molecules in a split second. I'm pretty sure I didn't like it.

If you have never been in the throne room of the 12 Olympian gods before, I can tell you it's big, very large. I'd spare you the pain. It's hard to take in everything. Thinking about it gives me a major headache.

But strangely it was empty. No gods or monsters. Just me. Until I forgot to move out of the way and Sadie slammed into me from behind. I was face first on the floor while Sadie stood behind me slightly dazed and confused until she looked down and saw what she did.

"Opps." She said apologetically. And she helped me up as the rest of the gang passed through the portal. After Hermes walked through, it disappeared.

"Stay here." He ordered. "Don't go anywhere. I'll go gather the council."

"But isn't Olympus closed?" Zack tugged on Hermes's sleeve. Hermes seemed annoyed but he sighed and answered eventually.

"It is. But sometimes, desperate times we'd let it slid a bit." He said before walking out the large door and the other side of the throne room. Awkward silence filled the room. The only sound was Zack's foot tapping against the cold pavement, echoing, and the crackling sound of fire.

Strangely, it felt like someone was watching me. I stared at the hearth near the middle of the throne room. Behind it was a misty image of a girl as if she was made of the smoke the fire produced.

I nudged Zack and whispered "Who's that?" while pointing at the hearth. He frowned at me then glanced at the direction where I pointed. He then made his way there and signalled me to follow. I groaned and followed him leaving the others at their discomfort.

The closer we got, the clearer the girl's image was. She wasn't an image after all. She was flesh and blood. She was wearing a brown dress with a scarf wrapped around her head. Her hair was brown and her eyes were reflecting the fire she was tending. No, they weren't reflecting them, they were actual fire. Warm fire that people like to lay next to during cold winter days were the exact descriptions of her eyes.

"Hestia?" Zack asked. Hestia? Wasn't she a minor goddess? Why is she in the throne room of the Olympians? I didn't know much about Hestia. For all I know, Zack had met her once or twice at camp. But oddly enough, I never did.

"Hello, again." She smiled. Hestia seemed around eight years old. I learned not to ask about appearances. Gods can be whatever they choose so it's best if I kept my mouth shut for some time. She looked at me "And hello to you too, Andro."

"Uh, hello?" I shifted uncomfortably. She stood up barely to the height of my shoulders and brushed of specks of ash from her dress and smoothen the wrinkles upon them.

"Now, Andro, walk with me." She offered.

"Wait. What?" Zack turned to her. "I thought you had things to tell me. That's what you said. The next time we meet, you'd answer my questions."

"What questions?" I glared at them both. "The next time you meet?"

"It doesn't matter—." She started to say.

"DOESN'T MATTER?!" Zack snapped. I stared at him dumbfounded. Zack wasn't the type to get angry. Whenever he gets furious it's terrifying. The last time Zack ever got scarily mad was when we were in 5th grade. He got annoyed and mad and one of his so-called friends that he threw a freaking wooden mop across the room (Yes, I kid you not) which hit one of the classmates' wrist and made her cry. And then he stormed out the classroom and never bothers to talk to anyone in school for a week, giving us the silent treatment. It was genuinely terrifying.

Then Carter turned to us and mouthed 'You okay?' I nodded and waved him away and shushed Zack who seemed very furious. Hestia gave him an apologetic, yet sad, smile. "We have plenty of time for that. But Andro's case is much more serious."

"Time? No! You said it yourself that I am running out of time." He hissed and I was still confused. Hestia gently pushed him away and whispered something in his ear.

He nodded and let Hestia grab my arm and lead me outside. When we finally reached the outside of the throne room I asked "What was that about?"

"It's nothing, sweetheart." I raised an eyebrow. She sighed. "It's better not to interfere with Zack Peazer's life. Now, let's talk about yours."

She walked over to the bench and patted a spot next to her, offering me to sit. The place was ridiculously beautiful. I have heard Annabeth designed it but I never thought she was that good. She designed my cabin and about 7 others but this was beyond beauty. Annabeth must have poured a lot of heart and soul into this. This must have been before Percy Jackson went missing. I then felt awful for thinking that.

"How should I explain this? Your mother…" Hestia sighed and looked away from me "She and the other goddesses knew that you'd cause, um, trouble? Yes, trouble." Seems like a perfect description of me, don't you think? "We decided to send Zack as your guide. Or guardian to be precise. She knew how much your father wanted to move to Malaysia."

"Athena knew Zack would be in Malaysia, you know? We expected your father to bring you there as soon as possible. Unfortunately, he delayed it and— We wanted you to have someone who is not corrupted by humanity—."

"Excuse me?"

"My apologies. As I was saying, you didn't meet him at the right time. You needed a guardian who's stubborn yet intellectual but uncorrupted. So we had to find another one. At the time one of the goddesses volunteered for her son, who's born after you were."

"Why do I even need a so-called guardian/guide?" I grumbled. Everything was making less and less sense to me. I dare you to explain to me what is going on right now because I don't understand a single word.

"You are complicated. Like the labyrinth itself. You are dangerous yet not powerful. You definitely have trust issues yet you act like some people are actually worth your time." Hestia continued on making no sense. "You are somewhat intelligent but you're not wise enough to make actual good decisions. You could either kill us all or be harmless."

"Now that's the problem. We have completely no idea how you would act out of violence. So we need to train someone to make sure you listen to them." Hestia patted my head gently and pulled out a warm sandwich out of thin air and made me eat it. "And we did! Successfully, he's a nice kid. A bit younger than you, thirteen perhaps? Oh but you'd get along fine."

"I don't need a boy to control my life decisions. I can very well care for myself." I growled through a mouth full of sandwich. Really, what do these people take me for?

"That is the kind of thing the gods don't want from you. Too much self confidence. It kills, you know? Now, the term is that he'd be like a satyr but more on being a companion rather than a protector. He lives around the corner—," Hestia pointed down the road "— and he has rarely been to the mortal world. So he's not corrupted yet. Ah here he comes!" Hestia exclaimed.

Then a boy scrawny boy with black hair swept to one side like a fringe, wearing a blue blazer over a white shirt and tattered jeans and boots came running up to us. By the time he came, he was panting standing next to me with his back hunched and one hand on the arm rest. He had brown eyes and a pale skin and quite an endearing face that reminds me of a little puppy who got lost.

He rubbed his sweat off his face and grinned at us "Many apologies, my lady." He stood up straight and arranged his clothes properly. "I'm Daniel Harrison, son of Nemesis. Pleasure to meet you, Andromeda."

The end. I'm sorry if it was short but I tried my best.

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Who else read the sneak peak of The House of Hades chapter 1? I'm really really excited. And the cover was just amazing, isn't it? The Percabethness.

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