The longer we drove, the longer I had to think about what Ares had said in my dream/ vision, whatever it was. He said 'Ask him to tell you his story, as it will play a critical role in your journey.'
Why and how would Damon's past help us on this road trip. He had said journey like we were going to spend eternity together, but we were just driving to the Rocky Mountains. However, I yielded, and I asked Damon, "What made you want to go with me so bad? Why didn't you just stay where you were?"
He looked at me before he looked out the window and he said, "I just had a gut feeling, you could say. I know that our fates are intertwined in some way, good or bad, I've no idea."
I wanted to ask him to explain himself, but he just turned as best as he could in the seat, and fell asleep, or at least pretended to sleep. I looked at him, really looked at him, he looked worn out. As if the fight with the gorgons had drained him of all of his energy. He looked pale, his skin and hair shining in the light of the rising sun. His face had a grim look, he didn't seem like the careless lad that I had met after fighting the hound. For the first time since first meeting him, he looked dangerous, like he wasn't afraid of any monster in the world. That he would tear them limb from limb without giving it a second thought. "I can feel you staring at me Amethyst," he said, a grin showing up on his dirty face.
My face turned bright red and I turned, once again, to face the road and try and ignore the boy beside me. "Are you going to ignore me now?" he asked, turning back around to face the front and me.
"Oh you mean like you were doing just a moment ago when I asked about your journey?" I shoot back at him, giving him a pointed look.
"Touche," He said, "Why don't we just not bring up the fates and our pasts or anything. First I would like to gain your trust and for you to gain mine."
"Why do I feel like I'm not far from gaining your trust?"I ask, with a smirk, "I mean, after all you did get into a car with me, a girl you barely know, to travel to gods knows where."
He doesn't speak for a moment, trying to regain his thoughts. Then he smiled, a big toothy smile, that said I'm up to something. "Well, I'll give you one reason why I got into the car with you. I think you look badass with that sword of yours, plus you're pretty cute. Also, you've almost seen me completely naked, don't think I didn't see you watching through the car when I was changing. Plus, from the looks of it, you're not that far from trusting me either."
I laughed, "And what makes you think that?"
"Well for one, you actually let me get in this car. I don't suspect you let a lot of people do that. Two, you gave me clothes to wear. Not just any clothes, your clothes. Lastly, you're talking to me now, asking about my past, trying to get to know me."
I think for a moment. He's the first male that I've let ride in my car, and I've never let someone ride for this long. I don't really care about the clothes thing, and the only reason I'm trying to get to know him is because my father told me it was 'critical for our journey'. I sigh, "You're only right about one of those things. The car, you're the first male to ride in my car and the only person to ride this long in my car. However, I don't really care about the clothes because they're washable. As for getting to know you part, my father sent me a message last night, saying to try and accept you. Something about your story is critical to our journey."
I wasn't planning on telling him the last part, but I figured it would come out sooner or later, and I didn't want him to think I was into him. There was a moment of silence. At first I thought he wasn't going to say anything. When I looked over at him, he was just staring at me, deep in thought. I went to turn the radio on, I'm personally not a fan of awkward silences, when he grabbed my hand. I was surprised so naturally I smacked him and pulled my hand back. This was with difficulties though, as I was driving, we swerved into the other lane and nearly hit a truck. I quickly righted us, about two seconds before the collision would have happened. "What the hell! Why'd you slap me?" He questioned loudly, holding a hand to the side of his face.
"Why'd you grab my hand like that?" I ask, equally pissed off.
"I was stopping you from turning on the radio, I was about to tell you my story." He says, quieter, as if he understands why I slapped him.
"You were just staring at me, deep in thought, I didn't think you were going to say anything." I say back, trying to focus on the road.
"I was thinking of what the fates told me, but first I need to something. Who are your parents?" he asks, with a serious tone.
"A dryad and a god," I say not wanting to give out any names.
"I need names woman," He says, getting frustrated.
"First of all, don't talk to me like that. Second of all, Ares and Chrysopeleia." I say quietly.
With those two, I was a very powerful half-ling. My mother, before she came immortal, was almost killed. She was a tree on the side of a river that almost flooded. Ares had saved her. They had an on again, off again type of relationship. He ended up granting her immortality, allowing her to move in the world wherever she wanted to go. Her life force no longer connected to the tree. When Ares left though, my mother became a witch, following the works of Circe. She made time for me every night though, which is more than I could say for Ares. I was brought out of my thoughts by a waving hand in front of my face. I look over at Damon, he's looking very excited, and basically bouncing out of his seat. "What are you so happy about?" I ask, somewhat annoyed at his childish behavior.
"Do you know how powerful you are?" He asks.
I roll my eyes at him, "Well I am, indeed, myself. So yes."
Suddenly his expression goes from happy to grim, as he seemed to realize something. He starts mumbling to himself, I only catch words, words that don't happen to go together, so I have no idea what he's talking about.
Finally I have enough, "What in Hades are you talking about?"
He either ignores me or he doesn't hear me. I slam my hands on the steering wheel, which grabs his attention. "Sorry, it's nothing." He says, so calm that I almost thought I imagined him going crazy a couple minutes ago.
I decide to change the subject quickly before he goes into another spaced out adventure, "So, now, tell me who your parents are."
His face pales. "Do I have to talk about that?"