He was…Why am I referring to myself in the third person, I shall never know. Well, I do know and so do most of the others here – the persona, or the stage name as often said by Rachel used by those who worshipped us, was always referred to in the third person. I am bored. He was bored. I am bored. My life is a repeating cycle of repeating action. There was a reason behind Zeus’ cheating. Blaine wasn’t the persona cheating on the wife. The occasional peculiar request from a human helped me focus elsewhere. Other days, visiting Wes in the waters (and thus being enveloped in an air bubble to allow breathing ability pushing my claustrophobia to its limits) proved fruitful as far as discussing philosophies were concerned. Other days, my seat, the thunderbolt and I were the best company I had. It seemed selfish of me to complain about my life like this – some others would have nominated me the most ungrateful being alive. I was a powerful god after all, I was married to the most desirable woman of all (my daughter Quinn was another story) and I could do whatever I wanted. Others would have said that routine is beneficial to my health that it contributes to by mental and social well-being. Not always what I thought. To me, highlights were the festivals dedicated to me, the unusual requests... IT’S NOT UNUSUAL TO BE LOVED, TO HAVE FUN WITH ANYONE… Aye, the future has this excellent song. There was a moment…an odd 20 years ago. A difficult and long birth and a beautiful baby boy. I never believed that humanity could create such beauty. We were their ideals for beauty. I have disagreed since that day. Well, in my current boredom, I may as well give it a shot at finding out what happened to Kurt. That was what he had been named. A very unorthodox name but then again, who was I to oppose to such a simple domestic thing? So I did. “Stop narrating your every action. My ability to detect your boredom is a curse. Just do something.” Wes penetrated my thoughts, rather unwelcomed and annoyed. Not that I blamed him. I can bore myself to death as well! I didn’t think it was wise of me to stop there immediately. I went off to Wes at first, seeing as he had sensed my distress. Well, if we defined it distressed.

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Wes was his usual charming, silent and understanding self.

“Well, brother. How fare thee?”

“Wes. Not now.”

“When then?”

“Just cut the language bit. I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

I give him the evil eye. Sometimes it doesn’t help being philosophical.

“Blaine, hun, I’m not saying you shouldn’t. You don’t need anyone’s permission. However, as your dutiful best friend and brother, I do think you should just avoid this. Imagine the anger of everyone. A boy to Olympus brought there by a male god.”

“Since when did you pay attention to other sexual desires?”

“Since others dictated what is right and wrong. But I know, deep in” – Wes puts his palm where my heart is –“here, you already know everything.” He removes his hand from my chest, takes a deep breath. He then pats my back, ruffles my hair – damn short stature – and goes forth “I think that by now, you won’t have to travel far from Olympus. He has a tendency to let cattle graze on the clearing just before the plain. I wish you well.”

He leaves.

And I curse him for being more cryptic than the oracle of Delphi.

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I do exactly what Wes told me to do. And I don’t regret an instant of it. Too bad that my idiocy got the upper hand in this situation; I see a farmer and of course I have to ask him if he knows a Kurt.

“I am him. Who’s asking?” the farmer replies, sitting coolly in the shade.

“Uhm. I am.” Damn the kid, he’s smart. And I can’t take my eyes away from him. Pale as any inhabitant in the underworld, a tuft of brown hair sticking in all directions and blue eyes. Even the Caspian Sea isn’t this blue. This man has to have been gifted by a god somehow. No Greek man looks like this normally.

“I implied that I need a name.” Kurt said.

I swallowed four times before answering. “I think your friend was looking for you.”

“Only my friend could interrupt me when he knows my father will be furious. Send him along, will you?” Kurt replied, fixing his steady blue gaze on me. I think I detected some shock and recognition in those witty eyes before I clear my throat again and leave. As I leave, I summon the friend; transform into an eagle and flew off, promising myself I should keep an eye on him more often.

And only Wes understands why I feel this obligation.