Oly dreamed about moms and Mrs. C making the blah blah, which was kinda boring for Oly, but at least we found out that witches totally do it with rando werewolves if they can’t find a cute pink-haired witch guy instead.
Loose ends about the Cassie stuff were tied up, and also re Pili’s unvamping, BUT THEN, Persephone (who may or may not have been creepily watching Oly sleep) offered (ominously) to tutor Oly in dream-magic stuff.
I’m sure it’ll totally amount to harmless fun!
Cassie cleared her throat, “Pili.”
“–Oh, er, right…brb…”
“Thank you, dear,” Cassie sighed.
Artemis smirked, “whoa, must be serious if dad has to wear a shirt.”
“Do you suppose we’re relocating to Sixam??”
“But I don’t want to move!” Pouted Selene.
Artemis tried not to roll her eyes, “omg, nobody is moving…mom can’t even leave The Woulding, remember?”
“I hate to disagree, Artemis,” huffed Mosi, “but if we are relocating to another dimension, mother can most certainly accompany us.”
Selene wondered why Mosi disagreed with them so much if he hated it.
“Locked and loaded, babe.”
Cassie sighed again, “thank you, sweetie,” it would have to do.
“So…is this, like, awkward bonding time, orrr…am I in trouble–?”
“Er, no trouble,” Calliope blinked “I’m gathering my thoughts okay,” how did you even start a conversation with your kid about magically induced accidental time travel?
“Wicked; take your time…I believe in you moms.”
Calliope snorted, “ass.”
“Wow, you realize you’re damaging my self-esteem, right.”
“Piss off; I’m trying to be serious here, monster,” Calliope wished Perseus wasn’t on some wild goose chase Goddess knew where; he was so much better at this kind of crap.
“Heh, kk, what’s up? Just lay it on me woman, Oly’s here for you.”
“So it has to do a bit with those dreams Oly’s been having, but also a bit about my storage room–”
“Which you’re still not allowed to play in,” added Cassie, giving each of her kids a poignant look, “because like we said at the last family meeting; that’s daddy’s special room, and you need to respect his privacy.”
“Right, totally…but also because that’s where your, er, grandma’s urn is, and you know…it’s not really cool to be playing in a crypt? Like, I’m pretty sure that’s disrespectful of the dead.”
“Is grandma the lady in the painting who sort of looks like you?” The question was mostly for the benefit of those who hadn’t put it together yet; Artemis flattered herself that she was probably the only one to figure it out beforehand.
“Yes, sweetie, that’s right; her name was Bastet–”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up; that can’t be right, that painting lady is like, ancient, you know? Way more ancient than Nana B even…I mean, unless all the hieroglyphics are fake--omg…”
“Don’t even start kid,” Calliope was so not interested in hearing about how the frog spies might be connected, “it’s not a conspiracy, okay? Bastet is legit ancient Al Simharan.”
“You’re shitting me, right?”
“Nope; Selene’s dad was born in ancient Al Simhara.”
“And he was a vampire.”
“And he was vampire,” Callie agreed, “I even met him once back then, when he came and saved us from the crazy Themysimran zealot.”
“I KNEW IT!!” Mosi looked like he might be on the verge of accidentally soiling himself, “temporal displacement is a valid field of study! You must let me perform experiments on you, mother!”
Cassie hadn’t quite expected that reaction, “oh! Um, well…”
“That’s a hard no, son,” Pili cut in.
“Did you miss the part where they said it was a magical accident that sent mom and the gang through time, meathead?”
“Why must you always contradict me in mixed company, Artemis? And the name calling; is that truly necessary?”
“Well, if you didn’t say ridiculous things out loud I wouldn’t have to, now would I?”
“I’m sorry you were forced to witness that, mother, father; Artemis and I are going through a rough patch at the moment…but it doesn’t mean either of you are at fault; we still care for you a great deal.”
Pili’s brow furrowed, “okay, is it just me, or…”
“No, it’s not you, sweetie; they’re, um–”
“Really weird kids, right?”
“Let’s use the word precocious; that sounds nicer.”
“Okay, so now we’re not moving to another dimension or Sixam?”
“Let me make sure I got this straight…Mr. P was borned in ancient Al Simhara, his moms was an ex-Priestess who was told to be an Amazon Queen by Athena, you and Aunty H accidentally did some time travel magic that took you guys AND Mrs. C back to the Queen’s village thing and/or rando pyramids, and there was shenanigans and a plague etc, then Aunty H made a wish or something and you guys all ended up back here, no harm done, but only kinda because Mrs. C was two people at once?”
“You are absolutely maddening today,” Mosi scoffed, “which part of the tale is preposterous, dare we ask?”
“Well,” she shot back, “if you would quit interrupting me, I’d be happy to tell you–”
“But how did you get out of ancient Al Simhara, daddy? If everyone else took the wishing well after you got sick and fell down, how did you get better and come here too?”
“Well, princess, I lived, that’s how I got here; I lived a really, really long time.”
“It’s actually quite impressive.”
“True, most people would succumb to madness after spending that much time in isolation; he would make a fascinating case study.”
“Do you suppose it’s related to the vampirism?”
“Wait!” The cloud that had been hanging over Selene’s head the entire meeting seemed to clear instantaneously, “does this mean I’m actually a real princess??”
“Omg Lena, priorities.”
“Hey! So that means that Lena and Artie and Mo are kinda like…royals or something, right?”
“Huh,” Calliope considered it for a moment, “yeah, I mean, I guess so.”
“Like, it doesn’t really matter since everyone is dead, I guess…but doesn’t that kinda make Lena some sort of heir? She is the oldest triplet.”
“Maybe? Honestly, I don’t know too much about Amazon succession laws, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some clause in there about inheriting through a son when there aren’t any queens or princesses alive.”
“Did Mr. P ever say what happened to everyone else who didn’t come through the wishing thing? I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’d sorta like to know what happened to all those other people who were left behind…”
“Yeah, he doesn’t actually know as much about it as you’d think.” Callie sighed.
“That part of it’s a bit sad; I remember blacking out upstairs in the library, but then I woke up downstairs in my bed and the door had been sealed with a huge boulder.”
“Wow, daddy, I’m so sorry,” Selene looked like she might be on the verge of tears, “that must have been awful; trapped in a dark, scary, crypt, all alone–”
“Someone tried to lock you in because they knew you were a vampire!” Guessed Artemis.
Mosi shot Pili a small, conspiratorial smile, “please continue, father, before the womenfolk get any more hysterical.”
“It’s like you forget I can still beat the crap out of you,” Artemis muttered.
“We shall see, sister dear; I’ve been performing calisthenics.”
“The place was deserted and dusty, and there were 5 graves behind the pyramid; afterwards he went to Sima-Migdhall, and found 3 more.”
“Whoa, major bummer.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Insisted Artemis, “it’s culturally inaccurate! The Amazons burned their dead, they didn’t bury them!”
“I don’t know what to tell you, sugarplum; I guess it wasn’t an Amazon that took care of it?”
“But, you don’t even know who it was who died, daddy?”
“Sorry, princess, I don’t have any idea; I didn’t have it in me to check, you know?”
“Of course not dear; no one in your position would have.”
“After all that he was pretty freaked out and sad and alone, so he went back to the pyramid, took his mom’s portrait and urn, and left.”
“Okay, so I don’t want you to think I’m a massive jerk or anything, but you have to know how awesome that all is! I mean, er, sad, obvi…but aweSOMMMME.”
“Sometimes I’m like ‘should I have this kid tested for psycopathy?’.”
“Naw, it’s cool moms; I’m just disconnected from the experience, you know? I’m sure I’d be totally bummed if I’d been there and stuff.”
“Alright, but if you ever have the urge to decapitate a rabbit for no reason, you tell me.”
“I’m glad we told them about you, I mean, they were always going to find out eventually, but–” Pili’s thought was cut off by a buzzing in his pocket.
“Well, fuck me,” the coincidence of the timing did not go unnoticed, “the Goddess has Her hand in all things.”
It was something Tem told him once; at the time she’d been laying in her bed, dying, and he’d taken it to mean she wasn’t afraid…but more often than not, it popped back into his mind whenever some shit like this came up.
‘And the gods must always have their pound of flesh.’
Pili glanced over as his nephew approached, “did you bring it?”
Pili nodded, “13 years,” he sighed, “it wasn’t enough.”
“Are there an amount of years that would have been enough?”
Pili chuckled, “always so sensible, just like your father.”
“You stole 13 seasons from the Goddess, uncle; did you think she would not collect her due?”
“Eh, I like to think of them as ‘borrowed’,” he couldn’t bring himself to smile over the attempted levity, and sighed, “I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier.”
“Would you have me take your place? I too am a Prince of The Blood, we could try–”
“No,” Pili frowned, “it’s brave of you to offer, you get that from your mother…but no, it has to be me, we both know it; I made the pact, and I am Her son.”
“As you say.”
Pili turned to his nephew, “what will you do now?” It was an idle passing curiosity.
“My duty,” came the somber reply, “my duty to Mosi…and his duty also, if he cannot.”
“And if he can?”
“Then I will rest; I have earned it.”
“Truly?” Pili looked mildly surprised, “the witches have a cure, you know, you could at least grow old, enjoy the rest of your life as a mortal.”
“I have enjoyed far many more lifetimes than I needed to, uncle,” he looked out to the horizon, “I am…tired.”
“I understand…what will you tell Cassie?”
“The truth, I suppose.”
Pili nodded; it was out of his hands, in any case.
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Future Selene and Future Artemis: “HAPPY SIMMING!!“