Real Truth: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Get u- ” Siren didn’t even finish the sentence before Zenon’s eyes opened. Siren scowled. “That was a lot less fun than I thought.” Siren sighed. “Any who, get up. We’re wasting daylight.” Zenon put his hand over his face and mumbled something along the lines of: You crazy b*tch, don’t ever wake me up again or so help me… She narrowed her eyes at him. “Huh?” “Nothing.” Zenon got up. “Where are we going?” Siren opened the door. “We’re going to get a friend of mine. Another Grimm. Dante Trueblood.” She replied. “I asked for Theia to tell me where he was, and she could not. I’m guessing he’s still got the spell protecting him from things like that.” Zenon raised an eyebrow. “''Zenon Trueblood. ''Weird name. Ha. Remind me not to let his parents name my kids.” He snickered. His comment went ignored by Siren. “So we really need to track this kid down? Any idea on where he’d be?” Siren shook her head as they left the motel room. “Not even the slightest one.” She sighed. “But trust me, he’ll be helpful. We really should find him first. Now when we travel, we’re going to have to hide somehow. Father’s probably sent someone already.” Zenon nods. “You were sent in under a day. Whoever it is is probably already searching. We’ll just try to stay away from any towns or roads. It’ll be easy.” ''Easier said than done. ''Siren thought to herself. He should’ve known first-hand that it wasn’t easy hiding from a Grimm. But then again, he was trying to be noticed, trying to be caught. She questioned his motives quite a lot.

They had to have been walking in the forest for two hours. They had forgotten which way they were going awhile ago, and had no idea where they were going. To make it worse, it was all pure silence between the two. It was Zenon who made an attempt at small-talk. “So, where are you from?” He asked, sort of awkwardly. Siren glanced at him. “I’m from the underworld. I was raised in Hades’ palace. Uh…where are you from?” She asked, just as awkwardly. “Here. California, I mean.” He replied. “Nowhere too special, I guess.” They continued to climb the hill. “So, where are we heading, exactly?” “Olympus, to see the only woman that could possibly break the spell protecting Dante’s location. Hecate.”