nessaniel

The fight was ugly. I messed up spells, because my intonation was rubbish with a mouth full of water, the tentacle monster tore of my cape (I told Nightingale that Edna Mode wouldn’t approve but he just stared blankly at me and told me that he hadn’t been responsible for the designs) and the better half of my left sleeve – which was a huge problem because although I could bend without my clothing it was harder and used up more energy (“You will have to wait for the second ring of Gods to notice your presence to master this”, Nightingale had said and I was pretty sure that grin around his beak was not a good sign). But finally, after an eternity of swallowing dirty water, I blasted the monster’s eyes with a flameball and it died, shrieking horribly while sinking down.
I wasn’t particularly sad or morally challenged. Exhausted, I swam back to the shore, climbing up the wall of the river’s side.
Lesley was waiting for me, arms crossed in front of her chest. She wore that peculiar Venetian mask – her TT (transformation tool) and Nightingale was sitting on her shoulder.
“You stink”, she greeted me.
“How nice of you to finally show up”, I answered which sounded a lot cooler in my head because when I actually said it I had to take deep breaths between every two words.
“You know”, she said, ignoring me. “If you had just waited, I could have temporarily dried out the water which would have killed the Tarantella without anyone getting wet. I am the heir of Neptune, after all.”

(Psst, ich weiß, dass Hephaistos mit der Sonne nicht allzuviel am Hut hatte, aber es klang einfach cooler xD)