I walk into the resort through one of the many doors at the front, wondering at what will be inside. The decor is golden and fine and I smile noting the simularities between the patterns on the walls and the ones at my home. A small reception desk is sitting conveniently nearby and though there is nobody there I walk over anyway. Sitting on the right edge of the desk is a small book with golden pages and an engraved cover. I flip through it and notice the names scralled in italics nearly filling half of the many pages. A guest book. I smile as I notice some familiar names among the many people who have signed, then I pick up the pen adding my name (or at least the name I am using at the moment.) to the page and close the book again. Looking around I spot something that until now has been invisible to me. On the other side of the room there is a doorway leading into what seems to be an elabroately decorated resturant. A few seconds later I walk through the door. Two people already occupy one of the tables, talking to each other quietly.
I sit down at the first table I see, which convieniently happens to be in front of a large glass wall... or window that shows a brilliant view of a mountain and for a moment I just sit there in silence. A voice cuts through my thoughts and I realise someone is talking to me. I look up.
I walk into the resturant slowly smiling to myself. This place is grand. There are only three people in the resturant so far. Two people talikng over a table and another girl sitting at a table not far from them, staring off into space. I make an order and then sit myself at a table somewhere btween the other people in the resturant.
I sigh and stand, stretching my arms and legs before speaking.
"I'm going to take off," I say, "See you around, Olympian."
With that, I head out the door and don't look back.
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I walk into the resort, passing by the statues of the gods without second glance, and walk towards the tables. I sit down in between the cluster of others forming and sigh, pulling my hood down. Looking around, I try to see if I know anyone from camp or from the time I'd been in Olympus. I recognize a few faces, but can't put names to them, so I look down and order something to drink instead.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
One of the girls walks over to me, asking if she knows me. I swirl my drink and shrug, looking up at her. Her head is tilted slightly to the side and her expression is twisted by confusion.
"Possibly," I say, "Depends. Seth Gran, son of Athena."
I offer my hand to shake, trying to remember her name from seeing her that one time in Olympus.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside