“I want mice.”
“You always want mice!”
“You’re always mean...” George grumbled.
Martha pouted. “I am not-!”
Hermes sighed. “Would you two quiet down?” he demanded. He made a face. That stupid package didn’t send properly from Hades to Zeus. Hermes didn’t know what was in the package, and he wasn’t very keen to know. Anything those two got tangled into together was not going to end well.
George hopped up. He looked around. “There are more gods!”
Martha sighed. “Yes, George, we know Persephone and Hades and-!”
“No!” George cried. “A…a new one...”
Hermes stopped in his tracks. He looked at his cell phone, the transformer Caduceus. “What did you just say?” he asked slowly.
George looked around. The snake had a pretty good sense of smell, what with being obsessed with mice all the time and trying to catch them with no avail. Then again, he did manage to catch something, whether it be a shoe or a cat (when that happened, it wasn’t a good day for anyone...), usually. George spoke up. “It’s a god I’ve never smelt before...”
Martha blinked. She sniffed. “Mmhmm,” she agreed. She looked at Hermes. “He’s speaking true,” she said, sounding astonished that George was right.
Hermes narrowed his eyebrows. One of the Olympians they’d never met? That’s not possible, he was the Messenger of the Gods, and he took them with him everywhere. It just wasn’t a plausible...
“Did you hear that?” Martha gasped.
Hermes jumped. “Wh-hear what?” he demanded, wondering if the two were just being paranoid.
George said “I heard that, too!”
“Did you hear it-?”
“Would you two be quiet so I can hear?” Hermes pleaded. When the two shushed, Hermes walked closer to Hades’s Palace. And then he heard it: the cry of a baby. Hermes was confused by then. A baby?
Hermes approached the Palace and quickly went inside, trying not to be seen. Being the god of Thieves, it was usually easy to slip in and then slip out. But this was the Underworld, Hades’s realm. Then again, Hermes was the Messenger of the Gods, he knew his way around everywhere!
Hermes got into earshot of Hades and Persephone. He heard a conversation just barely enough.
“I wish you best of luck in your new life on earth,” Hermes heard Hades say, sounding troubled.
Hermes thought for a minute. What was going on? This was beginning to be the strangest route he had to take, ever since last week when that stupid three headed dog tried to eat George. Why would Hades be talking to a baby with Persephone? Well, there was one reason, but...no, that’s not possible.
“Daddy,”the baby said.
Hermes nearly choked. Okay, maybe it is possible. He blinked. Should he tell? After all, the son of Hades and Persephone...he’d...he’d...He’d be powerful beyond belief.
“Oh my child I wish you could stay but Zeus would be very mad if he found out that you’re a god,” Hades replied to him.
Hermes looked over and saw that the scary Hades was actually looking quite sad for the child...What was he going to do?
“He will stick out like a sore thumb,” Persephone pouted. She obviously wished the child could stay.
Hades suddenly placed a bracelet on the child’s wrist. “This bracelet will make him look like a normal child to human's eyes and a demigod in the campers eyes and gods,” he tried to reassure her. Hades placed his hand on the baby’s forehead.
Hermes realized what was happening: he was wiping the memory of the child...
Hermes gulped. No, he thought. I’m not letting this kid get hurt. He bit his lip. I’ll help him as much as I can...Ugh, there has to be something wrong with me, I’m crazy.
And when the furies took the baby away, Hermes followed them to California. Ever since then, he checked up on the boy to make sure he was safe. He has to be safe.
12 Years later...
“What is the capitol of Canada?”George asked with a smirk.
Martha rolled her eyes. “Quebec.”
“No!” George cried blissfully.
“It is too!”
“It is not!”
Hermes laughed. “Sorry, Martha, he’s right. What is it, George?” he closed his eyes, hoping he’d remember...
Martha frowned and looked at Hermes. “You think he’s ever going to get brighter?”
Hermes smiled. “It’s Ottawa,” he said. “Ottawa.”
George and Martha kept quiet from then, thankfully. Hermes’s day was going pretty positively today. First, Iris offered to send her package on her own (that is, after George thought there was a mouse in her shop and she went ballistic. Still, it’s good). Second, his last package was in California to Nesoi, the most polite of the goddesses he knew, into...California! He’d also get to check on the boy, Doron.
Hermes was on the way to Nesoi when he saw the van. His heart nearly stopped. He whirled around nervously, having seen Doron in the van. He gaped in awe, seeing Chiron with him. He’s leaving towards New York. It made sense, since Hermes was leaving New York as of now to go down to California.
Can I miss the delivery...? Hermes winced of the thought. He never did that. He’d be a little late, that’s all.
Hermes went towards the van, overhearing the conversation. Chiron realized the bracelet, and...
“Well done, Doron,” Hermes heard Hades’s voice say. He jumped. Suddenly he saw Hades in front of him, glaring. “Hermes,” he said. “What business do you have here?”
Hermes gulped. “Delivery,” he replied. He turned and headed off, but he saw Hades right in front of him again, removing his Helm that enabled him invisibility. He laughe nervously. “H-hello, Hades. I’d love to talk, but I have a delivery to-!”
Hades stared at Hermes. “Why would you be concerned with that boy?”
Hermes stared back. “I know he’s your son,” he blurted, regretting it the moment he said it.
Hades blinked. “How could you?” he sneered, annoyed.
Hermes tried to hint him. “I saw you give him the bracelet.” He winked and walked past Hades, hoping he wouldn’t follow. To his luck, Hades didn’t follow.
“M-master?” George asked. “What’re we going to do?”
Hermes sighed. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
Martha narrowed her eyebrows. “StupidHades-“
“Hey, don’t say that,” Hermes insisted. “He’s just like everyone else.”
“You’re talking like a human.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Hermes glared as he went on. He’d always been the most like the humans, so none of his siblings-or familyfor that matter-ever understood him.
The rest of the way to California, Hermes couldn’t stop wondering about Doron and Hades, and possibly even Persephone. Hades and Persephone are going to be watching me, possibly wanting me gone, he thought. It will definitely be hard for them, though, because...
He smiled wide. I’m helping their son, and they know it.He triumphantly got to Nesoi and gave her the package. She smiled, kissed his cheek, and allowed him to leave.
Hermes, on the way back to New York, thought to himself. He’s going to be a strange camper...
Ever since the boy had been put onto the earth, he’d been a strange one. He could be caught talking to shadows, Hermes had realized once. Once, Hermes saw the boy staring at a flower blankly, possibly thinking ‘Why do I care about this flower so much?’
Hermes grinned. I know why you care about the flower So much, Doron. But I’m not telling anyone.