Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

“I figured I’d find you here.”
I look up as Griffin sits down on the sand next to me.
“I was just thinking about you,” I say.
“I would hope so,” he says, smiling, “I’ve been trailing you since
you hit the beach.”
“Couldn’t keep up, huh?”
He shrugs. “Thought you needed some time.”
He sits there, arms resting on his knees as he stares out over the
water, looking at me with those breathtaking blue eyes. Though he
doesn’t say anything, I know he knows.
“Who told you?” I ask.
“About your heritage?” He focuses on the water. “Travatas.”
Suddenly there’s a distance between us, and not the physical
kind. Griffin is miles away on the inside and I’m not sure what
that means. What if that means there’s some kind of Olympic law
against our dating? Maybe Ares’s and Nike’s aren’t allowed to—
“There was a prophecy,” he says, interrupting my increasingly
panicked thoughts.
“A prophecy?” This could be even worse. I remember that prophecy
from Oedipus—what if Griffin is supposed to kill me, or, ew,
what if we’re related or something.
“Before I was born, my mother visited the oracle and requested a
reading.” There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes. My panic vanishes as
I realize that he’s thinking about his mom.
“What did the oracle say?”
He smiles sadly and shakes his head. “She told my mother that
her son would find his match in a daughter of victory.”
“Oh,” I say. Then, “Ohhh! Wow.”
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