Be Prepared ...

for the rule of Scar!no, just kidding. be prepared for an explosion in posts! why?
You ever heard of NaNoWriMo? well now you have! november is national write a novel in a month! in honor of it also being national book month i'm writing a 7,00 word novel. so ive decided to make blood of queens into it... and ive changed it a bit. ive started the next chapter, so here it is.



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Chapter Two: A Guy With a Ridiculous Name Decides I Get to Fight to the Death
OK, first I am not going to tell you what happened with Ziva in the room. [Come on Ziva its not like you’d let me listen while you had the mic]
Hold on.
[Stomp]
[Muffled curses]
[OUCH! Percy that was my foot!]
OK. She’s-oh gods. [ZIVA I CAN TELL YOU’RE EAVESDROPPING!]
[Ziva if you didn’t let me listen to you do you really think I’m going to let you listen to me? you're way more annoying than I was, and I’m not exactly being modest. FINALLY, after I call annoying you leave?] Weird I got he impression it was her life's mission to be annoying t me. Anyway, I woke up and couldn’t remember a thing. (This is a spot where Ziva would make some sarcastic comment if she was here) I was in a room with a bunch of sleeping bags on the floor. It was bare aside from them and a table with a couple chairs at it. At first I thought it was empty. A guy with curly dark hair looked up from the table. He’d been sitting at an angle that prevented me from seeing him easily.
“Good, you're awake.” he said. “I don't suppose you'd know who your parent is, would you?” now, this would make perfect sense but with the amnesia I said something real smart like, “uhhh .....”
He smiled. “Never mind. Knowing those idiots who brought you in you probably can’t remember a thing. I’m Octavius by the way. Ironically, the eighth person in my family by that name. My dad’s Mercury.”
I stared at him. “Mercury? As in the poison?”
“As in the god.”
“Your dad is ..? Seriously, your dad is actually the god of roads?”
His smile faded. “Yeah. I’ve never actually met him though. The gods don’t tend be real social with their kids. If you’re here then you’re a demigod. The only question is who’s your patron?”
I got up. “What do you mean ‘who’s my patron’?”
Octavius tossed me a purple shirt. “Put that on. By ‘patron’ I mean your Godly Parent. That’s what we call it here in Rome. You don’t look Roman-maybe you’re Greek. For your sake I hope you’re a son Mars-oh, sorry god of war. The Greeks call him Ares.”
As he talked I changed into the clothes he handed me-a purple t-shirt and jeans-and I asked questions, he answered.
“Why do you hope I’m son of Ares?” I asked.
He paused for a second, so fast I wasn’t sure if I imagined it or not. “Because … I guess I should say. I don’t like talking about it but I guess I kinda have to.” He took a deep breath and continued.
“Because if you’re from another Pantheon-especially the Greeks- you’ll be sent to the arena. At least you’ll be trained. Some criminals are sent in there with a dagger against a bunch of tigers. But if you’re a son of Mars, or Ares then you’ll be treated a lot better then the others. Ares and … what’s her name? Aphrodite, that’s it.
“We Romans believe we’re all descendents of Venus and Mars-the goddess of love and god of War. Some how I doubt you’re a son of Venus though. anyway, if you’re a son of mars or Venus then you wont be sent to the arena-even if you’re born of their Greek counterparts. But if not … or if you’re born of another pantheon … there’s no way around it. You’ll be given gladiatorial training and sent to the arena. So, here goes. Do you know who your parents are?”
I cannot tell you how much this question hit me in the face. Up until that point the whole amnesia thing hadn’t really how should I put this? Slowed me down? Maybe. I sat down at the table, my head in my hands. And thought.
I know, I know, you’re thinking what, you have amnesia and all you do is think? But honestly, at the time it was the first time that came to my mind.
I’m not sure how I did it. I just sat down and racked my memories. Mom? Nothing. Siblings? One … maybe two. I couldn’t remember their names or anything though. home? That was easy. New York. I’m not sure how I knew, I just did. friends? Nothing. Pets? A dog. Definitely a dog. Again, I couldn’t remember its name or what type of dog it was. Some other pet to. A horse maybe. And, finally I came to inevitable. My father? Yes. Here I remembered everything. Every quote, every gift, every time I ever saw him.
I looked up at Octavius. “My father is Medisius.”
His eyes grew wide. “You can’t mean Pegasus’ brother ..?”
I nodded. “I do.”
Ok, in case you’ve never heard of Medisius, he’s a deity from Oquazine, which is a land so far away the only people on Earth who’ve heard of it (aside from people who have connections, like knowing gods there) are the teens and middleschoolers who’ve beaten the video game wizard101. and, of course their version of Oquazine is so twisted its almost nothing like the original-in fact, possibly the only things the two have in common is they’re both underwater, and both their peoples worship the sky.
Medisius is the Oquzinian god of the sea. He’s a very important deity. In fact, the four goddesses of the sky and dance; Layla, goddess of night, Sandra, goddess of earth and stars, Luma, goddess of the moon and Firosa, goddess of fire (all kinds) are said to be his wives. In the Oquazinian mythology, when Medusa’s blood dripped into the ocean it became three beings: the twin winged horses, Pegasus and Pegasa, and Medisius. Medisius was a bit of a born rebel and took Pegasa and flew to Oquazine. He didn’t actually know where he was going till he got there and discovered a flourishing Greek-like world-except for one thing. The world was basically a set of islands and every day the people had to sacrifice huge amounts of their food so the sea didn’t kill them. In the center of the smallest island was a city-well, actually the city took up most of the space on the island. In the center of the city was the Tree of Life. The city gave the world its name-and its gods.
Medisius saw what was going on and it turned out the four goddesses (Firosa, Layla, Luma and Sandra) needed someone to keep the sea at bay-and even offered all of their hands in marriage to whoever could do it.
So far everyone had failed. So Medisius and Pegasa did it and he got his position as god of sea and husband of the four goddesses of the sky.
In the center of Oquazine (both city and world) was the Tree of Life. It bore the fruit of the gods-if anyone else ate it they cascaded into a pile of ashes. What’s more the fruit granted the eater immortality and tasted like their favorite food. It could only be eaten by a mortal if the gods gave them permission. Another fact about the Silver Fruit: it lost its power outside Oquazine, the city of the gods’ walls.
Anyway, so Medisius ate the Silver Fruit, married the Quartet etc, etc … and, apparently fathered me.
Oh … one more fact about the tree of life: Sandra wrote the names of great people, no matter their social or political rank on it. This may seem irrelevant but the idea is that when the apocalypse comes the people who have their names written on the tree will be reborn when the gods remake the world.
So, I told Octavius what I just told you, and by the end he was practically staring at me.
“This … this is bad.” Was all he said.