The Moosehead Tavern [1]

I looked at Jace. "It's not as good as It seems, we are forced to fight in almost every war in Olympus, doesn't matter if we are a boy or girl, we have to fight in every war." I grinned, "That's why I have to train constantly.And they don't care if we get hurt."

Jace shrugs, not quite sure if he should mention the wars from where he's from...and his father.

"At least the training keeps you in shape and prepared for anything." He says, sipping his drink, distantly remembering the last time on Avalia.

"I guess. But the last Time I was in a war, Hades, he almost killed me." I frowned at the feeling. "But then Zeus saved me." I smiled and took a drink. My phone rang. "Speaking of Zeus..." I answered it. "Hello?"

Rayah!

"What"

Where are you?

"Somewhere..." I smiled at Jace,

You need to come home, a war is starting!

"Well too bad."

Then I hung up. "They are so annoying." I said grinning.

Jace smiles at Rayah, glad that at least she could push something like that to the side.

Images of the last battle he ever fought flash though his mind. The swords, the blood, the light... What was left of Avalia now? He didn't know, didn't want to know. Nic got them out;that's all that mattered.

I looked at Jace. "Are you okay?" I asked. I looked at my hand and a cut appeared on my hand. Zeus. He was trying to get me to come home, he mostly can hurt me or do whatever without being near me. It hurt but Wasn't enough to make me leave. I held my hand, trying to hide it. Then it felt like someone just punched me in the face. I held my jaw. "Fine, Zeus. Wanna play that way then, okay." I murmered under my breath. I didn't really care how much he cut,or hurt me, he couldn't kill me anyway because then my mom would probrably kill him. Then It felt like someone kneed me. My eyes turned purple.

Jace nods, still absorbed in his thoughts, and tightens his grip around Rayah, sensing that something else was going on with her.

Since I wasn't responding, Zeus thought I wasn't getting it. Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, It felt like someone stabbed me. I put my hand to my stomach then realeased it and looked at it and there was blood on it. "Shit." I mumbled. I had my mom from far away heal me, it's pretty cool she could do that. Since my shirt has blood on it, I tied it so that my stomach was showing. The cut was gone, but It still kinda hurt. I rested my elbows on the bar. "Gimme another." The bartender nodded and gave it to me and I drank it all in one swig and slammed it on the counter, "Another." He started to make it and I walked to where I threw my phone out the window when I first got here. I jumped through the window and grabbed it then walked back in, texting this guy from school, or my ex boyfriend if you want to put it that way. He wants to get back together, he's so annoying. I shut my phone off so I wouldn't get anymore Texts from him. I put it in my shorts pocket and walked back over to Jace and sat down. "I'm missing school right now." I grinned. "But whatever." My phone rang, It was my ex boyfriend. "Hello?" I answered.

For a project in school can I be your partner? I rolled my eyes.


"No."

C'mon I love you...

I wanted to punch the phone. I put the phone to my chest. "Um Jace, I'll be right back."

I walked out and kept arguing with Him over the phone. I hate him so much. He just kept arguing, so I hung up and threw the phone againt the wall then walked back in dusting myself off. "Sorry about that..." I smiled.

After that interesting phone-call I sat back down and took another swig of my drink. I look at Jace. His eyes again. I smiled. "Your eyes always catch me offguard, Jace." I said laughing. "Its not fair..." I made a face at him telling him I loved him.

Jace smiles. "Really? They're just blue. Your eyes are the stars."

I blushed. "No... Their just green." I smiled. "Blue is the color of the sky." I grinned.

"Yes, but green is the color of emeralds." He smiles back.

"Tooshay..." I said taking a drink. I laughed. "But I've loved your eyes ever since we've met."

Jace smiles, shaking his head at her, and sips on his water. Andrew is still to the side, looking a bit uncomfortable with the googly-eyes and mushy-talk. I know Nic would be.

"Pick a color. Green or blue." I try and reinvolve him.