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Post by MICHAEL HANLEY on Sept 18, 2010 21:02:36 GMT -5
Michael watched as pan ran through the overgrown playground, giggling madly and chasing a butterfly as it flapped lazily around the overgrown grasses. The sun was setting behind the hills behind him, and Michael sat, tired, on one of the rusty swings. He was lost in thought. Now that the novelty of being the reincarnation had worn off, it had started to bother him. Well, not bother him, but it made him curious. If he was a reincarnate of Pan, and Scarlett was Mania and Mitchie was... whoever, then who was to say there weren't more out there? Where were the other gods and goddesses that had made up the Greek Pantheon.
Michael wasn't absolutely positive, but he was pretty ure he had read something about Pan having some ancient enemies. Did that mean that Michael was going to be targeted? Was his family in danger of attack from some monster thing? it made sense....right?
The sad part was....If Michael DID get attacked, he wasn't so sure that Pan would keep him safe. The god was like a baby. He didn't particularly seem all that trustworthy in a situation where things were happening fast and every second mattered. Michael was pretty sure that the fragile and innocent mind of the god would shatter in any circumstance like that.
The god looked back at him, giggling madly as he tried to get Michael's attention to get him to look at the way the butterfly was floundering around. Michael nodded half-heartedly. What did that say about him if HE was the one who had to act like a parent towards a supposedly immortal deity? Why had HE been chosen as the house for such an immature god?
Michael sighed deeply and started to kick at the dirt, wanting more than anything at that moment just a few simple answers. |
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