Page 68 of Zeus' Spark
“You saw this, huh?” I ask.
“Yes, I had a vision,” he says. “It may be my father’s colossal joke that he sent me the vision that I would need to help you with the fountain.”
“Why on Earth would he create a fountain that made you only speak in rhyme? You have no idea how annoying that is,” I say, shifting in my seat a little.
“He’s the god of poetry, and he takes major enjoyment in messing with mortals.” He shakes his head. “I need you to be at the fountain though in order to help. You called too early.”
I roll my eyes. “We had some complications, and now we have to backtrack two hours just to get rid of the stupid rhyming idiots.”
“It’s that bad, huh?” He chuckles.
“You have no idea,” Raven calls out from the back. “These rhymes are so bad they makemecringe. None of them have futures as rappers, that’s for sure.”
She shudders as she sits forward and leans on my headrest.
“Okay,” I say, “so from what we were told, it’s about a forty-five-minute drive from here, so I will call you back when we get there.”
“Sounds good. Oh, and be careful. You were being watched in Winslow. There’s something not right in that town. Get to the fountain. We can help the shifters, and then get away from that place.” He ends the call.
“I knew there was something weird about that fucking statue,” I growl, scowling at Raven.
“Well, I’m not an oracle or a seer, so how was I supposed to know the statue was weird?” She shrugs, and I zap her, just a little. “Ow, bitch. That hurt.”
“You could have trusted my instincts since they’re usually accurate.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
Am I pouting? Absolutely. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
Raven sits back in her seat. “Fine. Sorry. We should have trusted your instincts, but honestly, what could we have done? There were people everywhere.”
I mull over what Adrian said. Somethingisweird about that town, and not just the wolves rhyming all over the place because of a weird fountain.
“Does anyone remember the myth of this damn fountain?” Jayden asks.
We haven’t gone over that in ancient history yet.
Raven shrugs, poking her head between the front seats. “Just that a nymph was turned into a fountain and anyone who got close to the fountain or drank from it became a poet. This is a strange, annoying new development.”
“But where was this fountain?” I ask.
Have ancient Greek sites been showing up in random places in the US? Is that even possible, and how long have they been here? What is going on?
“It was supposed to be at the base of Mount Parnassus. Where the Temple of Delphi resided…” Jayden trails off, obviously catching on the threads of my thoughts. “What in Hades?”
“Exactly my point. The Temple of Delphi is an actual place in Greece. How is the fountain here?” I wonder aloud. “And does that mean that the temple has moved? How have humans not noticed? It’s a major tourist destination.”
Jayden frowns. “I mean, the Garden of the Hesperides was one thing. There was never a real place associated with it, but the Temple of Delphi is in Greece. It’s an actual place, so how is this even possible?”
“Well, humans can’t see the monsters, right?” Raven pipes in, and I turn to her with raised eyebrows. “If they can’t see the monsters, then maybe they don’t see that the places of Greek myth have somehow moved to the United States.”
“But who had the power to move full-on ancient cities and mountain ranges, and make it so the humans can’t see? And why would they do it?” I ask no one in particular.
Jayden groans and smacks his forehead. “Oh fuck. I bet I know.”
“What is it?” Raven leans even farther forward.
“Didn’t you say that Zeus lost his spark? It’s hidden somewhere, and the missing students are connected in some way?” Jayden asks, looking at me from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah, so?” I ask.
