Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

can do. But—and this is a big but—just because we have the poten-
tial to do something doesn’t mean we have the ability.”
“I’m working on no sleep,” I plead. “Can you please elaborate?”
“Our powers don’t come easy,” Nicole explains. “When we’re born
we can’t really tap into them. They’re there, but it takes years—a lifetime,
really—of training to learn how to use them.”
“There are exceptions, of course.” Troy sets down his fork to
chug a pint of milk. “The closer you are to the god on your family
tree, the stronger your powers are from the start. Most of us are
pretty far down the branch.”
“How do you train?” I ask. It’s not like I’ve seen classes out in the
courtyard working on moving things with their minds.
“That’s complicated.” Nicole pushes her untouched meat loaf to
the side. “Part of it is learning how to focus your energies—how to
channel the powers into what you are trying to do. But a big part of
it has to do with self-knowledge. You have to know yourself, understand
yourself so you can sense the extent of your powers. The
better you know yourself the more focused your powers get.”
“Wow,” I say. “That sounds so . . .”
“Vague?” Nicole suggests. “It is.”
“I was going to say dangerous. What if someone suddenly reaches
a new level of self-knowledge and, like, accidentally blows someone
to pieces.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Troy says cheerfully, “there are controls.”
“Controls?”
“Yeah,” Nicole adds. “Since we’re not fully gods, the Mt. Olympus
twelve placed a protective order over our powers.”
“What does that mean?”
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