Chapter 12 - A Dangerous Oath
I was in the garden that morning, examining the food to see how long it would be until they were ready. “Morning,” I said to Fern.
“How did you know it was me?” she asked. Kneeling down next to me and holding her hand out over the carrots. “Not yet,” she judged.
I stood up and dusted my pants off before taking her in my arms, holding her close. Her hair smelled like fresh fruit. Why? I thought.
“Want to talk about last night?” Fern asked. I pulled back and looked her in the eye.
“I...I don’t know what ha...happened?” I stammered. “I don’t want you to think that I...took advantage of you or anythin-”
“Shh,” she interrupted, placing a finger on my lips. “I think I know what happened, and why?”
“What do you mean?” I asked worriedly She had tears in her eyes, ready to spill at a moment’s notice.
“The threat that Lord Hermes mentioned,” she explained. “I think that you were sent here to...raise a hero to help the gods.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. How was I supposed to?
But the more I thought about it, the clearer something became. I pulled her close again. “Then that means they brought us together,” I told her.
But Fern just threw her arms around my neck, tears streaming down her face. “But what about after?” she asked. “Will they let you stay here? Even though you don’t belong in Greece? And what about our child? Will I have anything left to remember the time we spent together?!”
I held her close, stroking her hair and comforting her. “Shhh,” I whispered, “I won’t let that happen. If we’re supposed to train our kid to fight with the gods, then that’s what we’re going to do. And if I’m forced back to my own time, then I’ll come running back here. I climb Olympus if that’s what it takes to be with you. I swear on all five rivers of the Underworld.”
There was a sudden crash of thunder and blast of lightning. We looked up into the sky to see it filled with dark clouds, crackling with lightning, thunder, and light.
Fern gasped in shock, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? Swearing upon the Styx is dangerous enough, but all five!”
I kissed her forehead as the sky cleared. “And I meant every word,” I told her.