Land of The Gods

Chapter two

I had to make a quick stop though, i needed to see my omi's grave. It always gave me comfort to see her headstone. I always felt like she was actually there with me at times. It was just nice to visit and get some kind of comfort. Once I got there I drove through the one car street all the way to where her grave was. It stood under and orange tree that she had us plant infront of her grave. It actually came from her old house on Sanibel when we had the house.

I remember When I was little and I used to climb up the tree to get oranges to make juice. She had a little orange collecter but I loved climbing the tree. Next to smelling the gardina flowers she had in the front yard. They had became my favorite flower quickly, even if my omi was a bit off. She didn't seem to like that I was born out of wedlock but she often forgets she adopted my grandfather. After she was married, but still! She loves me though, all the same.

I sat down in front of her grave making sure not to sit on the mound. Looking at her headstone made tears come to my eyes. I couldn't believe it had been almost four years since she passed away. She would not be happy with where my life was. Not once in the two years that me and Hunter were together did he ever come visit. Yet I talked about him when I visited her grave. Bran visited when I was with him and thinking about that hurt. I had a perfect guy but he had to leave.

"Oh. My (name). You have been through so much." I heard and when I looked up I could see her.

"How can I see you?" I asked her super confused about what was going on.

"You have to ask yourself that. Although it might have something to do with your father." She said moving her hand to extend out towards me. All I could do was think about running into her arms. She was a spirit how would I even be able to do any of that. Yet my legs moved before my brain could catch up. Next thing I knew I was wrapping my arms around an actual physical form. It was all a bit to weird and I was utterly confused. All I could do though was cry.

"I can't believe you are here." I managed to get out between sobs.

"I have always been here. In your grandpa's house watching over you. Wherever my urn is I can be there." She said and it just confused me even more. Yes she had been cremated but my mom still made this grave for her. I always wondered why maybe this was why. "You still have a long road ahead of you I can tell. You will find out about your powers and before long have to save your world. Not this one, the human world is not in trouble. Yours is though. I may not be apart of it but I have always been able to see it." She took a pause and moved me so she could see my face and I could see she was fading. "I dont have long. It seems your father thinks I have said all I needed to say. You will meet him soon I hope." My omi touched my cheek and then kissed my forhead. "Hopefully that will open your eyes a bit more." And then she was gone. Too soon. I needed more time. I needed to tell her I was sorry for not visiting more. Sorry for thinking she was cringy and not wanting to spend time with her. It killed me when she passed away, yet somehow this little visit comforted me.

The drive to my moms house was a little bit long since she was roughly an hour away from campus. She had moved away when she married her current husband. Peter. He was an okay guy except for the fact that he stank and just drank a lot. I have no idea how my mother handles it considering, she says she's allergic to alcohol. When I got to my moms house there was only one car in the driveway. Good, that meant Peter was not here, and I could talk to my mom alone. Peter was special, and it was very hard to talk to my mother when he was around. Right before I got out of the car, my phone went off, and looking down, it was an unknown number. I dont pick up numbers that I dont know. I let it go to voicemail; if it was important, they would leave one, right?

Locking my car I looked at my mother's house, it wasn't new but new to me. She had recently bought this home within the last few years with Peter helping her, of course. It wasn't ugly, and it was far from fancy. Yet, it was where my mom called home for the last few years. Taking a deep breathe I walked up to the door and before I could knock it was swung open.

"My dear you are here! It took longer than I expected. Peter had to leave for work. You just missed him." My mom said as she wrapped me in a hug. Hugging her back before I spoke myself.

"It's fine. I was hoping to miss him, its easier to talk to you when he isn't here." My mom pulled away and gave me a look, one i didn't recognize, before looking around behind me. What could she possibly be looking for right now?

"Alright let's get you inside. Want some coffee?" My mother's drink of choice. I chuckled before knodding and going inside with her. Sitting in the kitchen bar I looked around. It basically looked like one of those old houses you would see downtown. Old but still standing. The inside was decorated with unicorn things, the one thing my mother collected. She was autistic but would never admit it, for that would be weak. I was autistic to but I actually got diagnosed with it. "So what's up sweetie?" My mother said as she placed a cup of coffee in front of me. Before I could speak a bark rang through the house and my eyes got big.

"Rody is still alive?" I asked and my mom chuckled. A little fat min pin Chihuahua came barreling down the hallway. Eventually running into a wall and all I could do was chuckle. I got off the stool and bent down. "Rody here fat boy." I called out to him and he pearked his head up in my direction. He was blind now, it had been a few years since I had seen him. He ran straight into my lap with me clicking so he could tell where I was. I slowly picked him up and went back to the kitchen island. Looking at my mother and petting my childhood dog I took a deep breathe. "Tell me about my father."

My mother's breathing hitched and she looked down at her cup. Why was it so hard for her to talk about him to me? Slowly my mom swirled her coffee while staring at it. It felt like hours went by that she just stared at her cup. "I was hoping you would never ask about him."

"But why?" I said getting a bit loud which startled Rody a bit. I slowly petted him before looking back at my mother.

"I met him one night tending the graveyard. He had this aura of strength I had never seen before. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was tending the graveyard. It was my job, I enjoyed doing it. The graveyard felt like a second home. These people deserved to have their final resting places looked after. Even the ones who had been left and forgotten about. He thought it was kind of me to do. Offered to take me out after my shift was over. I agreed. We got to talking and one thing led to another." She took a pause and looked at me. Obviously they went home and then boom she was pregnant with me. "That was the last I saw of him. When I learned I was pregnant, two letters came. One for me and one for you when you." Another pause. When I what? "Started to show powers." Before I could even open the letter a knock came at the door.