“Like you said, the gods are stupid. Besides, it’ll be a lot more fun to steal it.”
She gazed up at the ledge. “A lot more dangerous too.”
“Danger is fun.”
“Such a demigod thing to say.” She surveyed the area and gave it a bit of thought. “We’re going to have to climb up the side of the mountain, then down into the garden.”
Strafford looked impressed with her strategic thinking. Then he went and ruined the moment. “Crystal, wind-whisk Chloe up to tha’ ledge. The rest of us will climb. It won’t take long.”
“Righty-O!” Crystal replied.
“Hey!” Chloe exclaimed. “I want to climb up, too.”
“Why, Red? It’ll be faster if you jus’ let Crystal take you up. We’ll be right behind you.”
Translation: You’re a weak mortal who is going to take forever to climb this mountain.
She socked him in the gut. “I’m climbing, demigod. I may be mortal, but don’t try to play me off as a hinderance to your awesomeness.”
Strafford gripped his side and glared at her. “I think you broke a rib, woman.”
Yeah right. She crossed her arms and smirked. “You’ll heal, oh mighty Majesty.”
He grunted and sneered at the Chaotics’ amused expressions. “Will you at least let me take the lead? The Chaotics can trail you so if you fall, or rather when you fall, one of them will be there to catch you.”
She had a good mind to break a few more things on him. “Start climbing, Your High-Jerk.”
So after Strafford quit whining about his wee ribs, up the mountain they went, the Prince in the lead, the Chaotics bringing up the rear. Every few feet, Strafford would ask if she was okay. She ignored him at first, but then soon realized she wasn’t okay. She wasn’t going to make it to that ledge. She wasn’t weak or anything, but mountain climbing was just simply outside of her skill set. Her muscles and bones screamed with every foot of granite gained and the higher they got, the more difficult it became to find parts of the mountain she trusted enough to put her weight on. However, she would have rather been gobbled up by a mountain griffin than to wave the white flag and prove Strafford right.
And then she stepped on the one piece of granite that didn’t deserve its place in the mountain.
It crumbled as soon as her right foot came down on it, causing her to transfer all of her weight to her left. Her right hand slipped from its hold and she threw her body in the opposite direction to make up for the loss. But she overcompensated and her body kept going as her right hand sought out a new granite handle.
But it was no use. Gravity had her in its grip. She was going down. She screamed just as her left foot flew out from under her.
She barely had time to register what was happening before a gust of wind enclosed her in its squall and carried her up to the ledge. Crystal formed beside her as she caught her breath and tried to hide her humiliation with a scowl.
“Are you okay, my Pythia?” the Chaotic gushed, looking her over.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled and fell back across the ground, arms spread out to her side. “Just dandy.”
She stayed like that until she felt a presence standing over her. She opened her eyes and immediately wanted to punch Strafford in his perfect face.
She glared up at him. “One word, and I’ll kick you off of this ledge, leprechaun.”
He barked a laugh. “Was tha’ an Irish dig on me, Red?”
Chuckling, he held out a hand, and pulled her to her feet. He looked her over then kissed her forehead.
She wiped his kiss off and stuck her tongue out, amusing him even further.
©2013 Diantha Jones
Who is this goddess whose jealousy overshadows the chaos in Myth?
What is this object that Strafford is anxious to steal?
What kind of adventure requires mountain-climbing?!
Find out July 15, 2013!