~The Beginning of Life~

~ Chapter 28 ; Fabulous Fifteen ~

Time: 8pm
Place: The Roof of the Zeus Cabin
Date: June 1st

I stare at the ground, which is like 50 storeys away. And I'm sitting right on the edge. So far, no one has seen me. I prefer to spend my birthday up here on the Zeus Cabin.
Heights.
I love 'em.
Except there's the problem that I'm always tempted to jump and fly. Which I might be able to...

I look up at the clear dark sky, resisting the urge to tip over.
I hear someone come up behind me. I'm kind of immune to sudden noises, so thankfully, I don't freak and accidentally fall. That'd be a waste.

Walton sits beside me.
"What are you doing up here?"

I look at him.
"Sitting. You?" I ask casually.

"I saw someone up here and I thought they were going to jump."

I chuckle nervously. "I wouldn't do that."

"Were you thinking of it?" He tilts his head.

"Well, yeah, to see if I can fly."

His blue eyes widen. "But you could die!"

"Or fly. Worth the risk I guess."

"So you'd... kill yourself?"

"Not really. Suicide is absolutely lame. C'mon, I prefer an interesting death. Not like getting strangled by some stupid rope or jumping off some stupid roof."
I could give an entire speech on it but nah.

Walton nods. "True."

"Hey, who do you think your godly parent would be?" I ask suddenly. That question is on my mind most of the time. Why aren't we being claimed yet? The gods don't want to lie?

He thinks for a while. "Maybe Hestia..."

"Hestia can have kids...?"

"They're born from the hearth. Fire."

"Then... They're part fire?"

"Umm... no... they'd have a mortal father... But, Gods are Gods, they can manage."

"But Hestia's still a virgin goddess, right?"

"Yeah."

"Right..." I look back down.
There are quite a few campers wandering below, yet it's completely silent here. It's peaceful. Except there's this distant whispering of music...

"Do you always come up here?" Walton asks.

"Often. I feel safe up here."

"How? It's... so high..." he shivers.

"You're not scared, are you?"

Walton shrugs. "I don't think so... But... that's a long fall..."

"And a long climb. You'd be able to see danger coming."

"Unless danger breaks the building and we fall..."

"You know, I just can't imagine what a person pancake would look like," I suddenly state.

Walton looks up at me. "Probably like a pancake made of flesh and blood."

"Ohhhhh... Yeah, their body wouldn't really stay intact..."

He nods, then frowns at me.
"Did you dye your hair?"

I blink. "I don't know... Probably not."

"You don't kn..." Walton smiles and shakes his head. "Well, it looks different."

"Oh. I think the last time I saw it was three months ago..."

"It's more silver like..."

"Maybe because of the moonlight. Wait, what was it like before?"

"Pale blonde?"

"Hmm... Did that seem like I dyed it?"

"Not really. It's just like some faded shade of blonde. Does mine seem fake?"

I squint at him. His hair is a vivid shade of orange, though it looks different under the moonlight. "Not really."

"Well, some kid thought so."

"Hair... interesting topic."

Walton grins. "Yours just seemed to glow."

I instantly look up. Nope, no Holy Symbol or shit.
"I wonder when I'll get claimed..."

"It should have been when we arrived, since we were pretty old then... how old are you now?"

"Fifteen. Since today."

"Then it should be soon- wait, so today's your birthday? How can you tell?"

Kind of an odd question, but, "I can just feel it... when's yours?"

"Umm... I think it's already passed... Wait. Then I'm fifteen... wow."

"You weren't sure about your own age? Yeah, definitely wow," I smirk.

"Hey, we've all been 'born' into different lives."

I sigh. "This whole button crud is messed up."

"Very. Which one did you choose?"

"Red. And that's why Nico is out for me."

"Ah. I chose the yellow one."

"The death thing? But that's so uncertain!"

"Yes, but... if my life span would be hundred I'd die at fifty, right?"

"Unless your life span is thirty."

Walton curses. "Didn't think of that...

"Yeah, I think now would be time to get off the roof. Some freaky Final Destination shit might take play." I get up to my feet.

"Yeah..." Walton carefully gets up as well.