19. Concern

19. Concern

A very strange thing happened yesterday.

Our dorm proctors had told us that a new dorm assignment would arrive and everyone would be in a new room. I didn’t get it—why change? When I asked one of the proctors, she said, with a heavy sigh, “Selene is gone. We should move her roommate Hera to a place.”

But that raised more questions in my mind: why not just move Hera? Why move the entire dorm?

Today all of us had our stuff packed. My roommate Calliope had so many things that she couldn’t fit them into one single baggage. I myself didn’t have a lot of things, so it was relatively easy for me. When everyone had come out to the hallway, the proctors handed him or her a notepaper that had his or her new room number on it.

I looked at a proctor’s approaching figure, then I turned to Calliope and hugged her so hard that she squealed.

“Thank you so much for being an awesome roommate. I’ll miss you.” I had planned to say more, but my nose became sour, so I decided to let the silent moment between us remain that way.

My new room was located opposite of this side of the campus, in a tall tower. Since I didn’t have friends that had lived there, I never went there before. It took me a million turns to get to the base of the tower.

As I was climbing the eternal flight of stairs, I noticed the windows on the side of the tower were overlooking the canyon, which was beautifully covered in red and pale yellow—colors of soil, perhaps. It was a pleasant view, but one would quickly become bored if he were to live here for a few years. I felt sick at stomach when I saw the canyon at the vast blueness. It reminded me my fall the other day.

Then concern kicked into my mind—what if someone had seen the incident? What if someone had watched, from this tower, me and Hades going up together to the sky? What if he or she thought I had died, but then he or she saw me again?

I shook those thoughts away. If someone had seen me, he or she—our of curiosity—would have come to ask already!

My baggage bumped and bounced on the stone staircase. I was probably just half way when a horribly familiar voice said behind me, “Hey, need any help?”

I sighed, turning around. “No, thanks, Apollo.”

He cocked his head. “You look like you need some.”

“Nah, it’s just I’m wearing inflexible jeans today.”

He raised an eyebrow, then he grabbed the handle of my baggage from my hand and hoisted the entire baggage up.

“Thank me later,” he said, winking.

via Soil

(featured image by Madame Peripetie)

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16. Death of Selene

16. Death of Selene

On our way back to my room, I held a plate of sandwich that Hades had just given me.

“I’m goddess of springtime,” I said to Hades, “while you’re god of the dead. How nice.”

“Why are you so sarcastic?”

“Cause’ I don’t think we’re supposed to get along.” What a lie.

“Why?”

I shook my head, thinking how to answer when there was a loud bang coming from in front of us. My room door was kicked open and Calliope stumbled out, looking horrified and desperate. I ran up to her while shouting “what’s wrong?” Continue reading

15. I Won

15. I Won

I repeated what I had done last time, but now, I was stronger and better at controlling my power, thanks to two months of hardworking. When I had finished growing a pomegranate tree and fruits had grown out, I looked toward Eros triumphantly.

He raised an eyebrow, like my Exam was child play. Nevertheless, he wrote something down on a pad and cleared his throat. Next, he said in a deep voice, unlike the dreamy one he had had:

“I, as your Examiner and a primordial god, announce that you, Persephone, have passed the General Exam of the Olympian Gods. You are now worthy of your title—goddess of springtime.” Continue reading

14. Disrupt

14. Disrupt

Calliope was sitting on her bed, applying gray nail polish. “Why so early?” she asked.

“Zeus’s making a mess in the cafeteria,” I replied.

“Uh. You ready for your Exam?” she said, concerned. I nodded.

My heart jolted. Not because of the nervousness of taking the Exam, but because of Eros. He had said something about meeting me again on my next Exam, which was on this afternoon, and I had a feeling he had been correct. Continue reading

13. Catapulting Food

13. Catapulting Food

For some reason Hades kept finding random things to talk about, as if he just wanted to talk.

In history lessons, for example, he kept overlooking over my shoulder at my notebook, the textbook, or anything on my desk, as if it were of great interest to him. When I finally couldn’t figure out why he would do that, I asked, “What are you doing?” Continue reading