Hopeful - Luke Castellan [1] - 2 ~ Three Old Ladies Knit The Socks Of Death - Page 2 (2024)

 
I stopped dead in my tracks. I hated to eavesdrop instead I would usually walk in with my I don't really care attitude and demand to know what the hell was going on. But given the past months, I did not particularly trust either of them to tell me the truth. So I listened. "... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too—"
I tensed again at the mention of the Kindly Ones. I was sure that I had read that the Kindly Ones were another name for the Furies. But why not just call them Furies? "We would only make matters worse by rushing her," Mr. Brunner responded. "We need the girl to mature more."
I took offense to that considering I was definitely more mature than other fifteen-year-olds in my school. "But she may not have time. The summer solstice deadline— "
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"Will have to be resolved without her, Grover. Let her enjoy her ignorance while she still can." 
Hate to break it to you Mr. Brunner but I'm not all that ignorant anymore especially since you have all but confirmed that I really was seeing Fury and the whole museum thing did actually happen. "Sir, she saw her... ."
"Her imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince her of that." I scoffed under my breath. Not bloody likely.
"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Adelaide alive until next fall—" The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud startling me as Mr. Brunner went silent.
I picked up the book and backed down the hall. A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, it almost looked like a horse holding an archer's bow.
I opened the nearest door and slipped inside. A few seconds later I heard a slow clop-clop-clop which confirmed my theory that it was some kind of horse. I then thought about it and remembered a Greek mythology creature which was half human, half horse. A centaur. 
My breathing increased as a large, dark shape paused in front of the glass. I kept as quiet as I could and stared at the door waiting for whatever it was to come in. I was distracted by a soft blue glow, enough to be noticed by me but not enough to be seen from the hallway. I looked down and inaudibly gasped as I saw my necklace glowing again as it pulsed lightly. 
Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."
"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn ..."
"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."
"Don't remind me." The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office. I waited in the room for what felt like a week but was probably only about half an hour. Finally, I slipped out into the hallway and made my way back up to the dorm. 
As I got ready for bed, I was more sure than ever that Greek mythology was real in some way. I still had no clue how it affected me or why. The next day, I made it through my Latin exam solely on the fact that the textbook was in my head because I was so distracted with coming to terms with the fact that Greek mythology might be real, and for some reason, I was involved. Also, with the voice that spoke in my head and my glowing necklace but that was currently an afterthought. 
On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase. The only person I didn't want to say goodbye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as I had which made me suspicious especially considering what I had heard the night prior. Either way, we got on the bus together and headed into the city.