Hermes: I Dont Think We Can Mansplain, Manipulate Or Malewife Our Way Out Of It This Time.

Hermes: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate or malewife our way out of it this time.

Apollo: [cracking his knuckles]

Apollo: Manslaughter it is.

Honestly I want more people to see this. This is vital

O veado dourado e o menino

1

Light streamed through the water as shadows danced across the surface coming from shore lined trees. Wind rippling the surface, as underneath, the sea ridden plants danced and swayed. The rustling sound of leaves as the very same trees carry the wind to some unseen location. Birds squawking and chirping the only sound opposing the quiet

The salty smell of the sea, freshly cut grass contrasting against the smell of an inviting BBQ, always seeming so near, it's somehow out of reach. Smooth, warm pebbles litter the clearing, somehow pleasant despite their rocky hard nature

Fish wandering, swimming endlessly in search of something, somewhere, air trapped in the water rising to the surface.

'Blub...Blub..Blub'

The pattering thump of footsteps come from somewhere between the trees as, not even a minute later, a boy, with long reddish brown hair, bangs lightly grazing his eye lashes, squinted grey eyes and sun kissed skin, appears in the clearing. Freckles dotted around a lithe nose. Lips plump and cherry red, his face almost frozen with constant concentration lines; almost a statue of continuous worry.

He was wearing a slightly too-big green bomber jacket, tight fitted black turtle neck, loose brown cargo pants and some black and white checkered loafers. Light shimmered and danced off the bomber jacket almost if it was glazed in wax.

The long reddish-brown hair matted and tossed, from where he was running. Was running from something or perhaps someone. He had a feeling he already knew.

With no exact measurement of how long he had been running, he graced himself, allowing a short break before he realised that he had come far. So far that there was no more to go. He had hit the end.

He huffed, trying to gain his lost air back. He dared to look behind him; hoping they were not there.

No one.

'Great' he thought

'where to now?'

He stared off into the distance, for he did not know. The only thing he did know however, was that he could not return. Not now at least.

Thinking of how stupid he was, leaving without a plan nor supplies, not a single idea of how to make this work.

'perhaps I should return'

'no' he only denied the thought

'all that's waiting for me to return is humiliation and suffering'

Rustling sounded far behind him, heart racing, adrenaline pumping, spiking his every move, he looked back.

Expecting someone, perhaps he already knew of this someone, he just hoped, to whatever god was out there, it would not be them, there to ridicule him, make him turn back.

But instead of being met with a someone he was met with a something.

A pair of coal black eyes stared up at him, their fur as brown as chestnuts and, how on earth could anyone not notice this, golden antlers, that shined and shimmered through the light.

'almost as bright as the sun' the boy couldn't help but be amazed with wonder.

Standing still, not quite knowing what to do, the boy's thoughts were running in a circle.

'do I move?'

'or would that just scare the stag?'

Looking up he noticed that the stag was still there.

After a long winded internal battle, he had come to a conclusion.

He had decided to approach the stag.

Quietly, slowly, he held out his hand, trying to indicate he meant no harm.

Of course, that only goes so well when your approaching wild animals.

Snapping, echoing around the clearing, the only indication that could suggest the fact that, not only had he stepped on a twig, it had snapped.

Chestnut fur moved and ruffled as the majestic animal hurried to lift its head. Pitch black eyes finding the red heads own grey ones.

The stag had done what all wild animals do best, fled.

The boy gave chase after it, weaving in and out plant life a like. Careful as to not trip and end up going back early but, not too careful as to slow him down.

Alas, that didn't matter.

The stag had been considerly faster than him. He had no doubt about the speed it could run, he only had hope that he could keep up with it.

But that wasn't the case.

Slowing to a stop, heaving and panting, he desperately tried to figure out where the stag had gone of too, when he heard a voice.

A certain gruff voice

The voice of who he didn't want to hear and had prayed he wouldn't hear.

His father.

~~~~~~~~ End of part 1

Absolutely!

Computer: Choose a password

Apollo: *types Hermes*

Computer: Password is too short

Apollo: *sighs* I know

Dionysus: Do crabs think fish are flying?

Hermes: How high are you?

Dionysus: 5'9