If you haven’t read part 1, read it here Delivery Demigod for a Day.
Songs, Poems, and Prophecies
Part Two of the Jason Chronicles
Written by Rebecca King
“Hermes Express,” Martha greeted.
“It’s my turn to say that,” George whined.
“If you weren’t so slow, I wouldn’t have had to say it.”
“Guys, guys, it’s me, Jason.”
“Jason!” Martha and George said as one.
“I need to speak with Hermes. He sent me to the wrong address.”
Hold music was put on. Jason didn’t know what the song was, but it sounded like it was from the sixties. He looked at the pile of monster dust behind him. A big gust of wind came and blew it all away.
“Son, what do you need?” Hermes asked. “I’m super busy, so make it quick.”
“You sent me to the home of a Cyclops!”
“Did you follow the GPS?”
“Hmm… GPS is still a little tricky for me. It always wants to send you to some dangerous place rather than your real destination. The address of the pick-up location is on the phone. Fly to the nearest town and ask for directions. Sometimes even I have to do it the old fashion way. Sorry, son, but I got to go.”
Hermes hung up before Jason could even say goodbye. He put the phone back into his pocket and took off into the sky. He headed south and eventually ran into a small town. He asked a man where he was and it was the right town of Tryon, North Carolina. At least he didn’t end up too far away from the right location. The man gave him directions to Lichty Guitars. Jason flew there and picked up the guitar. The guitar was amazing and full of color! It would be perfect for the Summer Solstice. It was put in a case and Jason strapped it to his back.
His next location was the Missouri Botanical Garden. He was to pick up an Austras Koks for Hebe from Persephone. He was going to meet so many gods in one day! He followed the phone’s directions, but was a little cautious this time to make sure he went to the correct location. Jason landed right in the middle of the gardens. No one noticed him except a little girl. She pulled on the edge of her mom’s shirt and pointed at him.
“Mommy, he can fly!”
He looked around, not knowing exactly where to go. He saw a building and headed to it. A gardener was planting fresh flowers by the sidewalk. She looked up at him and smiled. She was beautiful with long black hair.
“A son of Hermes… This is a surprise.” She brushed off the dirt from her knees and walked to him. She smelled of flowers. It could have been the garden, but he was pretty sure the sweet smell was coming from her.
Persephone?” he guessed. She nodded. “I’ve come to pick up,” he glanced at the phone, “an Austras Koks for Hebe.”
“Hebe is planting a garden and I suggested she plant a beautiful Austras Koks. I can’t wait to go see it when she is finished! Do you know what an Austras Koks is?”
“It is a tree which grows from the start of the sun’s daily journey across the sky. Its leaves are silver with gold branches. The trees copper roots stretch all the way to the underworld. The tree dies in the winter and is reborn in the spring. It’s a beautiful tree.” Persephone reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver pouch. She passed it to him. “Handle this with care.”
Jason transferred the pouch to his pocket of his jacket. “I promise I won’t lose them.”
“Good luck, son of Hermes. Travel safe.”
Persephone went back to gardening. He looked at his phone. Next place was to go back to Olympus to deliver. Jason looked left and right. No one paid him any attention. He jumped into the air and flew off to New York. Instead of using the elevator, Jason few his way to Olympus. He rent right to the front door of Apollo’s palace. His palace was amazing! Everything was made of gold to brilliantly reflect the sun. It reminded him a lot of the Apollo cabin.
Jason knocked on the front door. He waited and no one came. “Should I leave it here?”
“Try the doorbell,” Phil suggested.
Instead of a ding, dong bell, a song by The Beatles played. Jason was sure it was Apollo singing the song.
“Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I’ve got something I can laugh about”
The door opened to reveal a dancing Apollo. Jason couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing. Apollo looked to be slightly older than Jason. He wore a Rip Curl sleeveless shirt with cargo pants. On his feet, he wore flip-flops. He looked like he was about to go to the beach.
“Well if it isn’t my nephew,” Apollo said, grinning. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m helping my dad out. I picked up your guitar.” Jason took the case off his back and passed it to Apollo.
“Cool! Come in, bro.”
Jason stepped inside. He tried to take in the inside of his place, but it was so blinding bright, he could hardly see a thing.
“How do you even see?” Jason wondered.
“You would get used to it. Here, take these.”
Jason blindly reached for what Apollo was handing him. He could feel they were sunglasses. He pushed the goggles down around his neck and put on the sunglasses. His eyes were relieved. He looked around his palace. There were pictures everywhere. Every single one had Apollo in it. Apollo on his sun chariot. Apollo reading poetry while people cringed around him. Apollo with Artemis as she looked annoyed. Apollo bungee jumping. It was so Apollo.
“Nice place,” Jason complimented. “I probably should go. I need to deliver to one more place.”
“Wait, you’ve got to hear me play.” Apollo pulled out his guitar and lounged on a gold couch. He played a few cords then dove into singing.
“In Olympus the gods wonder
Between the palaces, row by row
That mark my place in the city
The statues stand bravely tall
You can hear the battle of monsters below
Here on Summer Solstice
We are the gods still standing proud
We live, feel, and see heroes fighting hard
on this warm Summer Solstice
Take my sun
To you from warm hands I throw
The sun you need to hold up high
Will you break the cold with the warmth tonight?
Monsters and Titans are still in Tartarus
While the fight is still on
We play hard and have fun
All on Summer Solstice”
“What do you think?” Apollo eagerly asked. He looked like a puppy waiting to get a treat from his master.
However Apollo became the god of poetry was beyond Jason. “Uhh…” He looked down at his phone. “Oh! I got to go.” He began to back up towards the door.
“It’s a work in progress,” Apollo added. “I was thinking of adding more about me. I don’t ever get enough recognition.” He flashed a smile, blinding Jason. In mid-smile, Apollo froze.
“The son of Hermes will face a creature,
With great features
The battle will commence in a place of youth,
Don’t be rattled or else you will shatter”
Apollo finished it off with a smile.
Jason’s mind was racing. When would this prophecy take place? “Dude, did you hear what you just said?”
“It’s a great prophecy, don’t you think?” Apollo laughed and slapped Jason on the back. “Little nephew, I was just joking with you. There’s no creature going to attack you! Don’t worry, bro.”
Jason shook his head. “Ohh-kay.”
“Tell Hebe hi from me.”
Jason hurried out of Apollo’s house, laughing as he went. He was running behind. He really did not want to disappoint his dad. He took off flying for Hebe’s palace.
To be continued…