The Burbs
“Oh, honey, we’re the new and improved harpies. We’re faster, smarter, and stronger,” the second harpy hissed into my ear after we hit the ground.
“Oh, honey, we’re the new and improved harpies. We’re faster, smarter, and stronger,” the second harpy hissed into my ear after we hit the ground.
Maybe Zeus was right, and it was time for us to show ourselves again, prove that we exist and that there was a better way to do things. There are ways to resolve disagreements without bloodshed. Being that some of my fellow Olympian’s sole existence was war or had wrapped their identity so tightly around such acts, it might not be possible. But, it was still a worthy goal.
“What do you say, Adrestia? Why don’t you prove to your big brothers what a big girl you are now?” Their mocking tones irritated almost as much as Eros’s did. Almost. “If you fail, you tell us who hurt you, and you don’t try to stop us from finding them.”
“What, your phone? I…don’t know. Is that important right now, Father?” Zelus replied incredulously.
Each gestured a sign of excitement toward Zeus as they all leaped from the helicopter headlong into the swarm of nightgoyles.
“I will kill him myself, Arty,” I said, my voice cold and distant. “This part isn’t about family; it’s very personal. Stay out of my way.”