Denver Cereal Denver Cereal

Chapter Six Hundred-six: A little blood (part four)


(part four)

“They won’t know we were here,” Hecate said. “Please — humans feel free to use the facilities. Our friend Hedone has gone out for food.”

Nelson went to use the restroom. He checked the place where Bestat had pricked him for his blood. There was a small scar in the shape of a heart. He washed his hands and face before returning to the group. When he came out, there were platters of delicious food and servants to take care of them. The servants looked right through him, so he figured that they were there to serve one of these Gods.

“He’s back,” Hedone said.

The Goddesses, Titans, Mari, Bestat, and Alex turned to look at him.

“What did we do with the blood?” Nelson asked, sitting down on a soft couch in front a platter of food.

“The parchment had ancient magic in it,” Bestat said. “It needed the blood of Templars to stabilize it. Once done, we had to set the compass.”

Nyx stepped out of the shadow to hold up the compass stone. No longer clear and light blue, the stone was now deep blue with threads of silver through it.

“Your blood transformed it, Templar,” Artemis said.

“Why didn’t we do that at home?” Nelson asked. “I’ve had the stone for almost a year.”

“We don’t know how long the charm will hold,” Bestat said. “Best to charge the stone when we are ready.”

“And?” Nelson asked. “What does it mean?”

“It means that we are close,” Hecate said.

“Good,” Nelson said.

“Eat now,” Bestat said, picking up a piece of thinly sliced rare beef. “Rest.”

“I thought we were in a big hurry?” Nelson asked.

“We’re in a time pocket created by Hecate’s home,” Hedone said, appearing by his side. “We are here to give you and Alex some time to refresh yourselves while we wait.”

She leaned forward and quickly made a kind of sandwich for Nelson from a roll and some poached salmon. She gave him the roll.

“Eat, sleep,” Hedone said and got up from the couch.

He took a bite of the meat filled roll and watched. The Goddesses and Titans were clearly friend, of a sort. They laughed with the dragon as if she were one of them. Abi sat down next to Nelson.

“How are you holding up?” Abi asked.

“I’m confused, but okay,” Nelson said.

“Yes, I imagine that’s true,” Abi said.

“When will we know it’s time to go?” Nelson asked.

“The compass,” Abi said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

Next: Chapter Six Hundred-six: A little blood (part five)

Previous: Chapter Six Hundred-six: A little blood (part three)

Main Archive Page

This work, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.