Plight Of Olympus

FIVE: SEEKING ANSWERS (I).

The days that followed after Aunt Jane’s passing were nothing but a blur to me. My own home was in ashes, and I didn’t have enough funds to repair it. I wasn’t even in the proper mindset to think of rebuilding, so I lived with Mama Teresa. I didn’t want to be a burden but the elderly woman insisted, and honestly, I had nowhere else to go.

   I had a second breakdown five days ago when Torren told me that Helena was also missing. I was the last person to speak to her before her father reported her missing to the police.

My mother… gone.

My sister… missing.

My best friend… also missing.

   My mind badly wanted answers but every day, I kept myself locked away in the spare room I was given.

The grief was too much for me. I could see pity in everyone’s eyes, and it made me realize just how pathetic and sad my life was. I lost both my parents when I was just a baby, and have to live in an orphanage until I was ten, and Aunt Jane took me in as her own daughter. Now, I had lost her too.

My stomach growled loudly indicating the need for food. After much effort, I trudged down the stairs and found my way to the small kitchen. The fridge had various food items but I could only manage eating an apple.

   “I ordered pizza…” I spun around defensively only to meet Torren’s unsure grin, gesturing to the slices of pizza next to him on the couch. I guess I had been too engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t notice his presence in the sitting room when I passed by earlier.

“No thank you.” I muttered, and then carefully made my way back up the stairs hoping he wouldn’t try to cheer me up or strike a conversation. What I needed right now was space.

  I was halfway up when I decided to spin back around and ask him a question.

“Were you part of the prank Helen tried to pull on me a week ago?” I inquired and quickly added “Before… everything?”

He stared up at me quizzically before answering “What prank? The last time I saw her was at school. You saw us both talking… remember?”

“Yeah, okay.” I mumbled and stumbled back up the stairs, my mind a complete fog and my whole body feeling heavy.

    Once I was securely back in the room with the door locked, I grabbed my phone that was resting on top of the vanity and furiously typed ‘the mist of Iris’ into the search engine. Whatever weird stuff that was going on, had to be related to what Helen showed me before she disappeared, and what Aunt Jane said before she died.

Thousands of results came up, all relating to Greek mythology. I couldn’t find anything relevant, so I carefully typed in the first line of the said ‘prophecy’ that Helen had shown me.

     My heartbeat picked up and raced as I entered the first website that popped up with results and read the article:

IN CALIGINE NUBIBUS IRIM

When the close blood is shed,

In her dreams will she see her;

The midnight owl,

And the eyes of fire.

One event that will alter history,

Five of them will journey.

To destroy the mother-killer,

And restore peace to Olympus.

Ayo, Fangirl Coven fam, how is your weekend going? Yep, I’m back at it again with the weird prophecy stuff you weirdos are always excited about. I found this written in my grandmother’s grimoire, with an old painting attached to it. Check out the picture in the link below. The woman is really pretty. I've seen her once in my visions and my mom says our fate might be tied together… that I might have a very important role to play in her life. But I don’t even know who she is. Leave it to my family to give vague information about everything. It wouldn’t be such a burden if I ask y’all to help me find her would it? If she even exists that is. Anyways, 15 Reasons Why You Need a Cat will be up tomorrow, so don’t forget to check out my YouTube channel for that. I've been lazy ya know… Supernatural reruns are all I've been up to… forgive me, don’t burn me alive! I’ll be back with updates in no time.

xoxo SILVER INIGO.

The migraine building up at the back of my head was now more severe, as I tried to wrap my mind around the article that was posted a year ago. Was this some sick joke? I took my time reading more about the website ‘Fangirl Coven’ and the girl that managed it.

Aunt Jane told me to find a girl named Silver. To ‘follow the mist of Iris’… I thought they were all just words that fell out of her consciousness because she might have lost touch with reality due to the horrible experience before her death. But I was wrong. The heading of the article was Latin for ‘the mist of Iris’ and the girl who wrote it was named Silver.

     I buried my face in my hands and took a deep breath, then abruptly got up, tore a piece of paper from the notebook nearby and scribbled down Silver’s address that was attached to the website.

I needed answers, and I was going to find it.

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   I adjusted the strap of my backpack and held on to the piece of paper in my hands. I had to lie that I was going to visit my old foster parents, so Torren would give me a ride to Millstone without asking any questions. Yes, I don’t have a car, and I don’t have a bus fare. Sue me.

I mentally prepared myself for whatever I was about to face and proceeded towards the store that had ‘INIGO RESTAURANT’ written in bold neon green. I hadn’t taken five steps to cross the street when a girl emerged out wearing an apron, and struggling to balance three trash bags.

She looked about a year younger than I, but her height betrayed that assumption because she barely towered over the door knob. Her hair was black, and multiple strands were dyed in different colors, almost like a rainbow.

    She must have sensed my eyes watching her like a hawk because in the next instant, she turned, and our eyes connected. The trash fell to the ground, but she didn’t even notice as she strolled across the street and stood right in front of me, her eyes glazed over.

“Hi… um, you’re Silver Inigo right?” I managed out, my palm sweaty. The girl was creeping me out despite her friendly looks.

“You. Caterisa Calista Zeus.” Her voice echoed.

  “Cata what now?” I retorted before I could stop myself and that seemed to break her out of the trance she was in.