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Day 1 of Book; Friday
Dad rocked up today with that disappointed look on his face that tells me that he isn’t happy with a decision I’ve made within the past 24 hours. I don’t see my dad much, unless it’s a Tuesday, but today isn’t a Tuesday, anyway he had this book in his hand. He sits me down and starts talking to me all fatherly like, “I understand that you have… a lot of energy, and you’ve been bored after the move. But you need to understand, that I moved you for your own protection, and you need to stay out of trouble or there’s no point of your being here.” He says this all dead-pan, to be honest he’s normally dead-pan but he seems more tired than normal.
I just look him dead in the eye and blink slowly, I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but honestly, I’d do about anything if it means I get my daggers back and this skeleton away from me. “So… you’re taking away the skeleton?” I ask this with more than a hint of eagerness in my voice. I mean it I’m going to go crazy if I have to listen to the clacking of bones for another day, I’ve already had to deal with it for one day, two, two is just too much. Dad sighs and runs his fingers through his hair,
“Yes.” I do an excited little pump of my arm, “But on one condition.” I groan flopping backwards on the couch,
“Why me?” I moan to the heavens; Dad tosses The Book onto my lap.
“You write in this every day. I will see everything you write so I can read it to make sure you’re not being reckless, again.” The emphasis on the word ‘again’ makes me think that he’s more tired of my antics than he’s been letting on these past 3-6 months after finding him.
So now I have to write in this thing. Dad says he’ll know if I lie about anything so… ~\( -_-)/~
PS: I asked about my daggers, He just looked at me like it was a stupid question, I guess I’m not getting my daggers back.
Day 2 of Book; Saturday
Hi Dad.
I’ve made the decision that, if you won’t give my daggers back, I’m going to take them back. I stayed up until I fell asleep working on a plan. I’m packing my things; I’ll update the book later.
~15:26~
I’m on a boat. I have stolen two kids. Don’t worry dad, they’re goats. I named one Victor and the other Grover. I’m going to buy uncle P’s favor by sacrificing Victor into the ocean the moment the going gets tough. The boat is about to depart, and this is your last chance to give me my daggers back before I go on a great adventure to steal them back from Eternal Contraband.
I don’t have the daggers and the boat is departing. I will see you soon father.
Day 3 of Book; Sunday
Still no daggers. I am in the middle of the ocean and getting impatient.
I think I saw cow in the water. Maybe I’m hungry. Or delusional. I think I might pray, maybe my uncles will help me.
I HAVE A BETTER IDEA. I’m either going to die or fail successfully. Just in case, tell my dad I love him. He’s mean but he’s still cool. I envy my stepmother.
Later, time unknown. I’m stranded on a beach, and I don’t even know what day it is.
Update: Much to the horror of the boatman who gave me a ride, I started a sacrificial fire on the boat and offered victor to Uncle Posi-daddy because he’s better than my real daddy, and because I needed to buy protection for when my plan goes inevitably off the rails and ends up with a visit to Davy Jones’ locker. Now I’m standing stranded on a beach, somehow alive and even stranger is the fact that I’m dry. That and somehow the book and pen survived. I can’t see the boatman or Grover, I think they must’ve drowned or gotten eaten by a whale or something.
After I sacrificed Victor, I stood on the roof of the control room on the boat holding my arms out. I proceeded to shout various insults and profanities to the heavens. When the inevitable lightning bolt struck the ocean near the boat I shouted “You call that a shot? Monkeys can aim better than you!” and the next thing I know I get hit with the biggest (and only) hurricane I’ve ever experienced. The boat gets hit by a massive thunderbolt, snapping it in half, Jeremy (the boatman) screams, and I dive for Grover, trying to save him. The boat capsizes, and I’m thrown into the ocean, Grover is ripped from my arms by the waves, and I wake where I now sit, recounting my experience into a book that should have disintegrated, using a pen that should have been broken.
Day 2 of Island
I slept in a tree, surprisingly comfortable.
I decided to explore. It’s not like I have much else to do, and besides the more I know about my whereabouts the quicker I can make it to my destination. I’m honestly surprised that I’ve managed to write in this consistently, considering my current predicament. This island has a lot of sheep, and I mean A LOT. There is almost no part of this island without sheep. There is one area that I feel like I shouldn’t go, mainly because I tried, and it didn’t go well. All I’m going to say is I didn’t know sheep were carnivorous.
~Later, it’s still today though. ~
After exploring for a while, I met this cyclops. His name is Polyphemus, he loves his sheep. I told him that I’m lost, and I need help, and that I don’t want to kill his sheep, (he seemed worried that I wanted to kill his sheep). He seemed a little hostile until I told him that his dad was the one that brought me here, so I guess we’re good now. Honestly, I don’t think he’s too bright, but I like him anyway. He made me some food and we talked, he wanted to know if I know someone named “Nobody.” I told him that “Mr. Nobody” keeps doing things that I get blamed for, he nodded like he thought that made sense and then told me that Nobody is his worst enemy.
Your dad should give you your daggers back so you can kill Nobody. -Polyphemus
See dad? I told you that I need my daggers. Well, I didn’t but I am now. It’s two against one.
Day 3 of Island
Poly and I have been building a raft. He says I’m not far from LA, but I’m not sure how accurate his word is considering he hasn’t been off this island in like a thousand years. Honestly, I think I'm gonna miss the guy, Polyphemus and I have become pretty good friends over the past day. He seemed excited when I told him I’m his cousin.
The raft is nearly complete, the first thing I’m going to do when I get my daggers back is bring him the head of Nobody, at least that’s what I told good ol’ Poly. I’m lucky he can’t read because if he could, he’d be upset to find out that I don’t plan on finding Nobody. Mainly because he doesn't exist, and it’s just been people saying that they’re “Nobody” to fool him.
I feel sorry for Polyphemus living out here all alone, but I have to get my daggers and go home, people will miss me if I’m gone too long and assume I’m dead. Then they’ll be sad.
Day 4 of Island
The raft is complete, and I am back on the open ocean. Poly is sad to see me leave but he says that he will be okay because he has his sheep. I’m hoping Poseidon will give me a push in the right direction because at this point, I'm relying entirely on luck. Remember how I told you that I stayed up until I fell asleep planning? Well, I am very good at falling asleep and not very good at making plans, the extent of my plan was, go to dad steal back daggers, fight dad if you need to fight dad.
I’m just winging it at this point and hoping I don't get myself killed. I am now regretting the decision not to bring ambrosia.
Day 1 of Open Ocean
I have drunk half of my water, food reserves are, existent, but I fear that will change as fast as the tide. I feel nauseous, I wish I had another goat to sacrifice but Grover must be long gone by now. I fear that these are my final hours. If I do not write again, you will know what has become of me, my remains will become food for the seabirds and fish. Goodbye cruel world, is this the price I must pay for merely wishing for the return of my belongings? Why must I have such a cruel father?
Day 2 of Open Ocean
Not dead, rationing skills are improving, nothing but sea, sea, and more sea. Not even any cool looking fish to talk about. I’m not even sure if I’m going anywhere, honestly, I think that going by boat was a mistake, I honestly would have preferred being struck from the sky in an airplane than dying of dehydration on the ocean, and possibly heat stroke.
I saw clouds on the horizon a while back but I can’t see them anymore. I think O Dias has decided he’d prefer me to die like this than to drown.
Day 3 of Open Ocean
Thank the gods, finally some rain. I’ve come to the realization that this book must be waterproof. I think dad knows about that time when I dropped a library book in the washing machine, he must be trying to stop me from destroying The Book. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't think to destroy it until I had this realization. I just remembered that Dad is reading this. So much has happened that I forgot who I’m writing to. I think I might start structuring the entries like letters from now on to help me remember, but in the mean time, hi dad.
Day 4 of Open Ocean
Dearest father,
I used the rain to refill the water bladder I got from Poly; I think it’s made of sheep skin. I can see some land in the distance, I hope it is Los Angeles. I can't wait until once again I find myself on a boat down the river Styx, it has been a while since I have seen Charon. I miss the old chap; I wonder if he’s swapped his old robes for something more sensible.
*
Dear Dad,
I apologize because I have not written in two weeks. You see, on what would have been Day 5 of Open Ocean I reached shore, but I was not in good condition, by the time I reached dry land I had suffered a great deal of heat stroke and, according to the doctors, its a wonder that I’m not dead. I slept for about a week, during which I had small bouts of consciousness, which leave me with little flashes of almost memories. The hot sun, what might have been inside of a police car or maybe an ambulance, lots of white with blurry little flashes of colour probably the hospital, and the strangest, and most vivid, one, an utterly breathtaking man, his hair looked as though it was spun gold and his eyes shone with the most vibrant and fiery blue.
When I wake up it’s because of this high-pitched elongated beep, the memory of the strange blond man, and I had the most horrible, ear-splitting headache of my life. When I sat up I came to the conclusion that I was sitting in a hospital bed with little memory of how i got there, and that the beeping that I woke up to investigate had stopped. A few seconds later a grim looking nurse walks in and jumps at least a foot in the air with a scream. Suddenly there's two other nurses at her side, who both greet me similarly. I got urge to scream back at them, and laugh, wondering if this is some strange way of saying “Wow that was a long sleep, now that you’re awake...” but i didn’t instead i sit and blink dumbly at them.
One of the nurses instructs me to stay put and the three of them make their way, a little shakily out of the ward. While I wait for their return I inspect my surroundings a little more thoroughly and find a ‘Get Well Soon’ card by my bed, I open it to find that the person who left it had written me a Haiku;
A child almost died
I stopped her before she could
Two words; you’re welcome
At this I rolled my eyes and groaned, and Father, I’ll tell you this for free; I didn’t ask for his help. This now leaves the question of who alerted my blonde haired idiot of a cousin to my impending doom? I left the hospital before the nurses could return, collecting my few things, including The Book and a small bottle of ambrosia and nectar, which were left by Apollo, which I will admit I am partially grateful for. I am on the move, but I will not tell you how far I am.
-Your loving daughter
Day 2 after my escape from the hospital.
Dearest Dad,
I write this from a row boat on the river Styx. I suggest you hand over my daggers willingly upon my arrival for I am not afraid to fight the King of the Underworld for their return, I am prepared to turn Cerberus on you if need be. You will hand over the daggers or die trying to protect them
Love, me ♡
PS: I figured it out, Apollo knew I was there because sick people are kinda his thang.