"Listen to me," Griffin says against my ear. There is nothing that says you have to read the record. Ever."
Damian said pretty much the same thing. But I fed like I should want to know. Like it shouldn't matter what I find. I should want the truth.
"Part of me wants to know, either way. Whatever the record says, knowing is better than not knowing." My voice is muffled against Griffin's chest. "But part of me is afraid." I bite my lip. "Afraid I'll lose the memory of him. That it will be forever changed because I'll always know that I-that I wasn't as important to him as football."
"You know that isn't-"
"No, I don't," I say, my voice tinged with desperation. "He might have made a conscious decision to use his powers in football-that would be bad enough. But what if he didn't knowingly use them? That would be a million times worse."
"I don't set why you-"
"Because that would mean deep down in his soul, football came first."
And what if, deep down in my soul, running comes first? If my dad couldn't help breaking the rules to win, then I might do the same thing. I might wind up with the same fate.
I can't say that out loud. It's too… possible.
Griffin squeezes me tighter, like he can sense my thoughts. Or at least my emotions. Psychospection is a welcome power at times like this. I let my tears soak into his shirt. I think we both realize that nothing he could say would make this any better.
Because all I can think is What if I have to spend the rest of my life in fear of crossing that invisible line? That's the scariest thing of all.
Chapter I2
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CORPOPROMOTION
SOURCE: HERMES
The ability to use the body to its fullest extent. This power may manifest as superior stamina, extraordinary healing ability, and athletic talent. Can., depending on the hematheos heritage, result in superior physical grace, rhythm, and affinity for dance. Descendants of Hephaestus lack this power entirely.
DYNAMOTHEOS STUDY GUIDE * Stella Petrolas
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"PHOEBE, WAKE UP." A voice penetrates my dream. Then the owner of the voice shakes me awake. "Dad and Valerie will be home in a few hours and you're going to be late for camp. Get up."
I try burrowing under the comforter, hoping Stella will take the hint and go away. Not that she's ever been one to take hints.
"Don't make me get the ice water," she warns.
I grunt in response.
I want to get back to my dream-in which I not only win the Pythian trials tomorrow, but also the Pythian Games and the Olympics… but all while running underwater. I know, dreams never make sense.
Besides, Stella wouldn't really-
"I warned you," she says, a split seeond before my comforter is jerked away and a splash of freezing water hits my forehead.
Bolting up, I shout, "Are you insane?" Wiping at the water before it can trickle down to my neck and other sensitive areas, I give her my best you'd-better-run glare. "You can give a person a heart attack doing that."
"Stop being so dramatic." She holds the still-half-full glass over me. "Now get out of bed before I dump the rest on you."
She disappears before I can even begin to think of ways to murder her and hide the body.
Well, I'm fully awake now-my dream is out of reach-so I swing myself out of bed. It wasn't the ice water that jolted me awake so much as the reminder that Mom and Damian are getting home today.
Though I could be relieved that Damian is about to be home and can help me train, I'm terrified, even though he said it could happen at any time. I felt pretty certain the gods wouldn't spring the test on me while Damian was off the island. With his return comes the looming reminder that I'm going to be tested, and soon. Summer solstice is only days away.
As I splash water on my face, my stomach is full of butterflies. What kind of test will it be? Will I be able to figure out it's the test before I fail miserably? And what really will happen if I fail? I'm picturing me chained to a boulder while a giant eagle pecks out my liver when Stella opens the bathroom door.
"You're not even dressed," she points out.
Not willing to dignify her statement by turning around, I give her reflection a look that says, Duh.
"Hurry up already," she says, giving me the speed-it-up gesture. "I don't want to be late today."
Rather than point out that she doesn't have to be late, even if I am-since when does she wait for me?-I ask, "What's the rush? Why are you so excited about today?"
"No reason," she says. But I see the twinkle in her eye.
She's up to something.
"Be on the front porch in five," she says. "Or I'm zapping you to camp, dressed or not."
As if the butterflies in my stomach weren't bad enough, now they're swirling up a storm at the thought of what she has cooked up for today. I can only imagine it will end in my total embarrassment-as always.
But, since my getting zapped into the middle of camp in my smiley-face boxers would mean certain humiliation, I speed up my routine and beat Stella to the front porch by a good thirty seconds.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I ask as we descend the steps and head toward school.
"I don't think so," she says. "I like keeping you on your toes."
When we pass by the turn for the front entrance, I ask, "I thought we were meeting in the courtyard today?"
"We were." She smiles cryptically. "Plans change."
We round the back of the school, where Adara and Xander are waiting. Adara looks annoyed. Xander looks… well, also annoyed, but that's how he always looks.
There are no little campers around.
"What's going on?" I ask nervously. One or two of the ten-year-olds are always early. "Where is everyone else?"
"They'll be here later," Stella explains. "At ten."
"At ten?" I look for my watch, only to find my wrist empty. "I thought it was ten."
"It's eight," Adara says, crossing her arms across her chest.
Spinning on Stella, I ask, "Why am I here two hours early?"
Xander, silent until now,. steps forward. "This is my idea."
"We think this might help you take your powers control to the next level." Stella explains.
They are being intentionally vague and evasive. I'm immediately on guard. If this were some simple exercise, they'd just tell me without all the dramatic suspense. "What is 'this' exactly?"
No one answers.
Adara steps forward, carrying a black sash. "Trust me?"
It's only half a question. Asking me and telling me to trust her at the same time. A week ago, I would have shouted, "No way!" But ever since she shared her darkest secret, we've had a kind of understanding. She hasn't once threatened to smote me.
I turn m
y back, letting her secure the sash over my eyes.
"What am I supposed to do?" I ask. "Guess how many fingers you're holding up?"
"Not exactly," Xander says, moving closer and taking my elbow. He leads me… somewhere. All my senses are on high alert because I can't see my surroundings. I can hear the crunch of our footsteps on the gravel path.
"So…" I say as the scent of pine fills my nostrils. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"You're going to complete an obstacle course."
"Blindfolded?" I stop in my tracks, only slightly pleased to feel Xander jerk to a stop next to me. "Are you crazy?"
I reach up to rip off the blindfold, but Xander's hands clamp around my wrists.
"Listen to me," he says, his voice low and close. "In order to tap into your powers, sometimes you have to stop relying on your senses. You don't need to see the obstacles to overcome them."
"But what if I get hurt?" An image of me sitting in the bleachers at the Pythian Games, my leg encased in a massive cast, sends a shiver through me. The trials are tomorrow and I need to be in peak condition."
"I placed a protection on you," Stella says. "Nothing will happen to you while you're on the course."
I relax a little.
Until Adara adds. "But if you use the protection, you'll fail that obstacle."
"Fail?" My heart thumps. "Is this my test?"
"No, " Xander answers. "But treat it as if it were."
I start to ask more questions, but he cuts me off. "Remember when I said I hoped you never found out the consequences of failing the test?" he asks, like I could forget. I've been stressing about it ever since. He continues, "Well, that's not exactly the truth. What I meant was I knew you would never find out."
"You knew?" That makes no sense. "What do you-"
"No one at school knows my heritage," he says, his voice low and right next to my ear so the girls can't hear. "Only Headmaster Petrolas knows I'm a descendant of Narcissus." He pauses, and then adds, "His son."
Whoa. That means he's even farther up the tree than I am. He makes my three degrees of separation seem like a seventh cousin thrice removed.
I remember the myth about Narcissus. He was completely infatuated with his own reflection, in love with his own perfection to the exclusion of everything else. I'm surprised Xander confided in me, but now his feelings about superficiality make a lot more sense.
"Believing he had learned his lesson on self-absorption, the gods paroled him with a grant of temporary immortality," Xander's voice wavers a little. "He met my mother. And quickly proved he had learned nothing."
For a jaded rebel boy, he sure is sharing a lot of very personal info. He must have a reason. I ask, "What does that have to do with me?"
"To make up for having to be his descendant," Xander explains, "and to protect me from succumbing to the same fatal flaw, the gods granted me the ability to see beneath the surface in others. I can see into a person's deepest center. Do you know what I see in you?"
I shake my head.
"A great and powerful hematheos," he whispers, "with a pure heart."
That heart beats a little faster.
"You will succeed, Phoebe."
Then he turns me, gives me a little push, and I know he's gone. I feel completely alone. Part of me is tempted to take off the blindfold and go home-I'm too old for games like this. But the rest of me knows that I have to do this. Solstice is days away, and after that little autoporting stunt I pulled in our training run, I know I need to get my powers under control once and for all.
Before something irreversible happens.
As worried as I am about the trials tomorrow, I won't be running any races if I'm smoted to Hades. This is more important than a single competition.
I focus my energy on my surroundings, trying to get a sense of what I have to do. I take three steps forward, then stop. An image of a fallen tree pops into my mind. I see it blocking the path, its tangled branches daring me to try climbing over. Carefully-like I'm feeling for the last step in the dark-I take a step forward.
Bending down, I feel around for what I sense is there. When my hand hits the rough bark of a pine trunk, I shriek, "It's really a fallen tree!"
No one responds, but I know they're watching.
Telekinesis flashes in my mind like a neon sign.
Great, if this obstacle tests a single power, I bet the rest of the obstacles test the rest of the powers. Thank the gods I finally studied Stella's guide.
I focus on moving the tree out of the path, on the tree already being out of the path. Two seconds later, I sense that it's gone.
Forcing myself to trust my instinct, I take a step forward. Then another. And another. Until I'm well past the spot where the fallen tree had blocked my path.
"How was that for perfect?" I shout to the course.
Excited by my success, I turn and move on to the next obstacle. Twenty paces into the woods, I feel a spray of water across my face. An image of flood-making heavy rain appears.
"You've got to be kidding," I mutter. When Adara tied the blindfold over my eyes five minutes ago, the sky was cloudless clear blue. Now it's pouring?
Must be obstacle number two.
Stay dry, I hear in my mind.
Okay. I hold out my hand, which promptly gets soaked in the deluge two feet in front of me. Hydrokinesis, I think. Control and movement of water. As I take a step forward, I focus on the water not hitting me. I'm staying dry, I think, Not a molecule is going to hit me.
Even as I move fully under the downpour, I can't feel a single drop on my skin or clothes. I hurry through the rainy section-it's like I can feel the rain sliding around me, over me, but not on me- and emerge on the far end completely dry.
"Woo-hoo," I shout to myself.
Maybe this course isn't going to be as tough as I thought.
Three steps later, the image of a sheer drop-off blares red in my mind. I pull up just inches before the edge.
"What the-?"
Mentally, I try to see over the edge. Maybe it's just a short drop and I can climb down. But I can't see anything. It's like a fog is obscuring my mental view of the bottom.
Okay, so clearly I need to get down there, wherever that is, but how? Autoporting is out, since I don't know where I'm going-I don't really want to end up at the core of a boulder or something. What am I supposed to do, fly?
Then I remember Nicole asking me if I flew the day I earned my aerokinesis merit badge. That must be the way down.
Stepping forward until the toes of my Nikes hang over the edge, I try to call up the air. My track pants whip back in the wind. It feels like a mini-hurricane is swirling around me.
I hesitate.
Afraid you can't do it? Adara's taunting voice echoes in my mind.
"Of course I can do it," I shout back above the wind. I feel like an idiot getting all defensive with a disembodied voice. Then I mutter even quieter, "I hope."
Taking the biggest leap of faith in my life-I know Stella's protection won't let me get hurt, but it's hard to make my brain fully believe-I step over the edge. Rather than plummet to the unseen depths below, I bob like a beach ball in the ocean, buoyed by a strong column of wind.
Slowly, I descend.
Halfway down I freak out. I mean, I'm floating on freakin' air. Literally. What if this isn't what I'm supposed to do? What if I'm really descending into a fiery pit or the jaws of a sea monster?
I stop descending. The air is holding me steady, not moving up or down. I'm about to send myself back up to the safety of the cliff above when I realize that my fear is the only thing holding me back. If I believe in my powers-and I've experienced them enough at this point to know that they're real-then I have to trust them.
Time to go for the gold. Taking one deep breath, I relax and let myself descend without hesitation. For three seconds, I drop through the empty air. My stomach flies up into my throat. My heart races as anticipation pounds through me.
Then I land.
Both feet touch down in perfect alignment. Sand squishes beneath my sneakers.
A beach.
I feel invincible.
Without pausing to gloat or gawk, I continue down the course until I sense the image of another cliff face. Apparently this isn't a beach, it's a gorge. And now I have to get back up the other side.
Before I can call up another wind, I hear Xander say, Complete the puzzle.
Puzzle? What puzzle?
There is a stack of wooden planks, each about two feet long, and a pair of long pieces of lumber with funny-shaped holes cut into them at regular intervals. I pick up one of the planks, feeling for any clues, and find that the ends of that plank are the same shape as one of the holes in either long piece. Laying the two long pieces out two feet apart, I fit the ends of the plank into the corresponding hole. When I pick up the next plank, it has a different shape at the ends, which matches up to another pair of holes in the long pieces. I click that plank into place and realize I must be building a ladder. I quickly grab the rest of the planks, locking them into their corresponding holes. When I'm done, there is only one set of holes left in the two long pieces, the uprights. I double-check that there isn't another plank lying around. Nope, I've used them all.
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