?If you had been training with me today, you would have known
that you can use your bolts underwater,? he said, yanking on his
broken arm to straighten out the bones with a sickening crack. He
screamed and fell to his knees, panting for a moment before continuing
through gritted teeth. ?But you didn?t show up for
practice.?
They sat next to each other on the sand for a while, both of them
too injured to move. As they healed, the setting sun seemed to give
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up on the day and jump headlong into the water. The sky grew
dark.
?I thought you were descended from Apollo,? Helen rasped.
Her vocal cords were still damaged, but she didn?t need to say
anything more, anyway. Hector didn?t come off like the smartest
member of the Delos clan, but Helen was starting to suspect that
even if he didn?t spend as much time reading books as Cassandra
did, he was every bit as clever as the rest of his family.
?A minor sea goddess called a Nereid mixed with our House
somewhere along the way. There are a lot of minor gods and spirits
of the water or the woods still running around here and there, and
things happen over thousands of years. None of the House lines
are purely descended from one god or another anymore, and all
the younger generation of Scions have more talents than their parents,?
he answered.
?Why is that??
?Cassandra thinks is has something to do with the Fates wanting
the Scions to acquire more talents and become more powerful so
they can rule Atlantis, but personally I just think it?s because we?re
all mutts. My great-great-grandfather sleeps with a nymph, and I
get to walk underwater. You don?t need the Fates to explain that