Ron was excited. All this semi-walking, semi-getting in trains without tickets across the country took him weeks, but all the spirits had led him correctly. And why wouldn't they? He was son of the ruler of ghosts. Every time this occured to him he was feeling proud. Oddly enough his satyr -dead on the way- tried to convince him Melinoe was "minor" and that's why he had lived his 15 years of a life with no attacks by monsters. As if all the dracanae and cyclops that tried to harm him on the way didn't matter.
He cursed. What was he thinking on a sunny day like this to wear a black T-shirt (Pantera, mind you) ? It was painfully hot. Luckily he was close. He would see if leaving his home was worth it. But knowing of Greek mythology, he hoped he would find lots of fine looking girls there (his biggest weakness, even if he wasn't really successful). He started twirling his sword, and stopped to take a breath, as he had reached the top of the hill and he was face to face with the entrance.
He cursed. What was he thinking on a sunny day like this to wear a black T-shirt (Pantera, mind you) ? It was painfully hot. Luckily he was close. He would see if leaving his home was worth it. But knowing of Greek mythology, he hoped he would find lots of fine looking girls there (his biggest weakness, even if he wasn't really successful). He started twirling his sword, and stopped to take a breath, as he had reached the top of the hill and he was face to face with the entrance.