CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and TWENTY-ONE
Thursday morning — 5:45 a.m.
Blane and Heather were sound asleep in the pullout bed in their little basement apartment in the Castle. Blane had morning appointments and would catch up with Jacob in the afternoon. They were hoping to sleep in a bit before the chaos of the day started.
Hecate appeared in their apartment with Gando Peaches, his grandniece, Ooljee, and a toddler. She stood at the end of the bed and sighed.
“Well, get up,” Hecate said, in some language.
Blane shot out of bed, but Heather gave her friend a dark look.
“We’re sleeping in,” Heather said, in the same language.
She turned over away from Hecate. Confused, Blane looked from Heather to Hecate.
“These children and my beloved are sick,” Hecate said. “There’s a pandemic on, Hedone. You know what that means.”
“That I sleep more,” Heather said.
Sensing the tension in the room, Blane went in to wake his sons.
“How about this,” Blane said, pulling on his pajama pants. “Why don’t I take the children to see Jill and get Mike for Gando?”
Hecate and Heather glared at each other. Neither goddess responded to him.
“Good that we agree,” Blane said. “Come on, boys.”
He picked up Wyn and shuffled and arm to carry the child in Hecate’s arms. He looked at Ooljee.
“I can walk,” Ooljee said.
“Me too!” Mack said. “Bye-bye Mommy.”
When Heather didn’t respond, Mack just shrugged. Blane opened the door. Mack ran out of the room, and Ooljee followed. Blane gave the goddesses one last look before heading into the hallway.
“What is wrong with you?” Heather asked, in the same strange language.
“I am…” Hecate started.
Her lips opened and closed like a fish out of water. She dropped Gando onto the bed.
“You know what’s wrong!” Hecate screamed with such rage that magic flew out of her in a rainbow.
She held her hands out sideways. Between them there was scene after scene of Hecate being burned at the stake, drowned, her head cut off, and other forms of torture. There were images of her followers being brutalized by “Christian” men. The images flowed out of Hecate like water from a spring. When Heather looked up at her friend, Hecate’s face was covered with tears.
There was a knock on the door. Mike came into the room. He looked at Hecate and then caught what she was showing Heather. Without saying anything, Mike picked up the still unconscious Gando Peaches and left the room without comment.
The women looked at the door when it closed.
“What about this?” Heather asked.
“Most of the dragons have gone into hiding already,” Hecate said.
Denver Cereal continue tomorrow…
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