Where to start, where to start…I finally told Jocasta how I felt about her, and I kissed her too. It felt…right, somehow, like I’d been looking at a puzzle upside-down and finally turned it over to see the train instead of a mismatched hunk of metal. We went to the library the next day to do some research, into pantheons and legends and myths…I need to immerse myself in this world that I’ve been drawn into before I get sucked under a riptide and drowned with my own ignorance. We ended up focusing on the first part of the prophecy, about the thief’s child, and we drew up a short list of gods that could be considered thieves to help us understand parts of it. It could even be a human thief, or something else entirely. Prophecies are always vague, and they only really click after the events that they have prophesied, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t try.
After the research, Jo took me aside and explained to me that any attempts to be heroic and romantic and take a beating for her would probably be better left to just hitting her. Her reflexes and resilience are amazing. I know why she said what she did, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t do everything I can to keep her from being hurt. Just because I’m not supernaturally durable or strong doesn’t mean that I can’t help. After we got lunch, she ran off and I followed after her. I used my power to phase through objects for the first time, it felt like pushing through a vat of gelatin. I tried the door, but I was repelled, so I went through a wall after making sure no one was around. It was strange, but also liberating at the same time. Of course, I’ll only use it when absolutely necessary. Just because I can go nearly anywhere doesn’t mean that I should. I walked in on the twins, and they looked like they were getting ready to work out. Jocasta got right up in my face and made it perfectly clear that I was not to interfere, and that this was private. Of course, I agreed, and Chrysander had me set up the music. He seemed like he was needling her as they fought, trying to get a reaction out of her…and she reacted. It was brutal, savage, fury unrestrained. I thought she was going to beat him to death, and I couldn’t help but cry out. She stopped after several swings, but Chrys was fine. I went back to my room with a few books and read, pondered, sorted things out.
The thing that was really flooring me was the look in her eyes. There was so much fire, so much anger…it was like she put on a facade to deal with everyone else, and her real self was that blazing rage. But I thought about it, and you know what? That’s not such a bad thing. Yes, she beat the living daylights out of Chrysander, but she knew that he could take it, and he walked away, and still smiled at me. If she can unleash that at the titanspawn, well…they never have a chance, now do they? I’m not going to recoil from this. I still love her, and that doesn’t change because she showed me more of her inner self. Period.
I was doing some research when I heard Morrie shouting, and Willow came out of her room. The two of them threw down in the gym, Morrie trying to shake the doldrums away from Freya’s daughter. I can understand why Willow was so bothered, but she has to be able to look ahead at the future. People died when the Jotunhammer landed, and I still beat myself up over not figuring it out sooner, but we have to act or more people will die from the Fimbulwinter and Ragnarok. If we don’t do something, the world will end. What kind of a person curls up and hides when the end of the world is staring them straight in the face? I don’t care if I have to find a way to rewrite Fate entirely, I’m going to find a way to help those people. The innocent should not suffer under the yoke of the guilty. I won’t let the titans destroy this world.
ADDENDUM: I’ve found something very interesting. Hermes was one of the thief gods that we were considering days ago…but the Greeks also had a concept of “Hermes Trismegistus”, which was saying that Hermes and Thoth were one and the same. Could I be “the thief’s child” by extension? Thoth is a god of knowledge and magic, and a mediator, he doesn’t steal…but Hermes does, and if they ARE unified…then maybe I -can- do something.