Land of The Gods

Chapter four

Bran had picked me up and placed me on the counter in the kitchen. Which the only spot that really had any damage was my mother's living room. I was worried one of her neighbors would call the cops after hearing all the commotion but she insisted that people around here minded their own buisness. My mother had tried to start cleaning up the cut on my face which i winced at when she put a cloth on it.

"Don't." Bran called out as he came back into the house from the front. He had brought a car and inside was his bag of stuff. If i remember anything from when we were together he has various guns and knives, plus medical supplies. There was always one bag that I didn't touch that he refuse to let me. Which just so happened to be the blue drawstring bag he was carrying inside the house.

"What is in that bag?" I asked kind of upset.

"This." He said after placing it on the counter and pulling out what looked like a bag made of beeswax paper. He opened it and pulled out a little cube of what looked like honey. "Nectar from the gods. The gods drink Nectar and Ambrosia as their food source. However for us it can heal wounds and broken bones." He handed me one and then ate one himself. I could see him straighten up a bit and he took a deep breath. Slowly i put the little cube of Nectar into my mouth and sighed. It tasted just like my omi's german chocolate roll she made during christmas.

"Why does it-"

"Taste like a food that brings found memories?" Bran interupted me and I just knodded. "I'm not quite sure but that's what most demi-gods experience."

"What does it taste like for you?" I asked curiously as I could feel the wound on my face healing. I put my hand to my face and could feel something was still there but it was most likely just a scar.

"Steak." I looked at him confused. Did he really just say steak? His face remained as serious as ever and I just shook my head. "Yes it will scar. That is the one thing it can't do, take scars away." I shrugged and just went to hop off the counter. Instead Bran picked me up and put me down and I just looked up at him and pouted.

"Really?" I asked him crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yes tiny." He said patting my head lightly and I tried to swat his hands away. "Come we should get going." He said with a chuckle and I gave him a sad smile and a knod. Bran pulled me into a hug and I just breathed in his scent. He had always been able to keep me calm, sometimes I forgot about this.

"Here I figured you could use some clothes and cash." My mom said coming out of left field. I jumped not really thinking she would come out like that. And Bran chuckled. I have always been easily startled for some reason. Maybe that can change if I train it out of myself.

"Miss Copenhaver-" Bran started to say

"Violet please. You have earned the right to call me by my name son." My mother said and I almost cried. She had never offered my current ex I guess now to call her by her first name. It was almost to much for me to handle. My mother walked over to us and I let him go and stood at his side. My mom put her hand on his chest since she was just as small as me and he was massive. "Take care of her please. I can sense danger."

"Mom did you see what happened?" I asked her.

"Yes child. I can see through the veil. At least that is what a young centaur once told me. Now that your powers have awoken you will be able to see more." She said in a matter of fact tone. Bran grabbed my hand before he spoke.

"Always have." He gave my hand a squeeze and somehow I knew he had been keeping tabs making sure I was safe. That somehow was a comforting fact to me. "We have to go now or more will come. I'm sorry for the mess I can have a few of the Hecate kids come in a day and clean this up. Well one of them. Hecate is her grandmother but she grew up in the mortal world and prefers to help the mortal parents of demi-gods." my mom knodded before putting her hand to my cheek.

"Good luck daughter." She said before kissing my forehead and sending us on our way.