It’s as if Greece wanted to use that party as a first impression to make me think it was a nice, pleasant little country…only to destroy the image and make me think the place and those who live there are more and more fucked up with every notable event that happened thereafter.
First there was Eris’s little stunt, then Goras inexplicably trying to keep us from heading to Delphi. But what we actually saw and learned there? That takes the cake. The sights we were greeted with upon arriving there? They might’ve made my sister blush. The whole town was a giant, debauched, orgy. Think of some kink, or sexual taboo, anything at all that might possibly come to your mind. You could’ve seen it there.
You’re probably wondering how the town came to be in such a state, I sure as hell know I was. Well…the spoiled, stuck-up, snob of an Oracle (Cassandra, by the way, from Troy) had a friend of hers cause everyone in the city to do it because she wanted a little party in lieu of her goddamn prom. And she point blank refused to answer any questions at all because we don’t realize how hard it is on the poor little thing. You know, because I’m having so much “fun” as a Scion according to her.
Almost makes me tempted to show her just what kind of “fun” I have firsthand. But it’s hardly necessary. Since it’s only her homeland that’s looking like it might burn while she sits on her ass and hides from what she is. Because Lexi figured out where Donny and Harmonia went, Hissarlik. The name probably doesn’t mean much to you, I know. But you’d recognize what it used to be called. Basically Donny’s been cast as Paris, and brought Harmonia/Helen back to Troy so we can have a second round of that lovely affair.
And if that’s not bad enough the raven that’s been hanging around Claire gave a prophecy on the matter. Not only do we have a rather large war on our hands, but from the sound of it said war could very well awake Typhon. Which is…just wonderful.
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