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CHAPTER 8
Grace walked through the stone building, in awe of its architecture. The building was like a mall made of
stone, with booths and doorways to shops everywhere. Vendors hawked their wares.
“Zues’ Armor, fit for the gods!”
“Olives, get your olives here!
Fresh from Greece!”
“Leather sandles with spikes!
Great for climbing mountains and kicking butts!! Buy one get one half off!”
“Mount Olympus Hotel, right here, folks! Free breakfast in the evening!”
Grace could not stop looking at everything. There was so much to take in, her head swiveled around like
a bobblehead.
Russell led her to the food court.
They walked into The Feta Chese Diner, and sat down at a table. Soon, a harpy waitress came along and
asked for their order. Russell
ordered spagetti with ratballs, and a side of rats in spagetti sauce for the snakes. Grace ordered a Greek salad.
While they waited for their food, Russell revealed his true form. They chatted about what their lives
were like. Russell told Grace
about living a double life, in Fantasia and on Earth, and she told him about
her childhood.
“I’ve lived in Paransville since I was born, I think,” Grace said. “Bob the barber raised me, and one day
when I was eight he told me how I came to Paransville.”
“How?” asked Russell, genuinely intrested.
“Well, one day he was cutting his cat’s hair, and he saw this really
bright flash of light behind him.
Naturally, he turned around, and he heard this really loud noise, like a
boom, and I just appeared on one of his chairs. I was only, like, 1 ½ years old, so he was kind of surprised. And then he found out I was a werewolf. Around a month after he got me, it was a full moon and I, you know, turned. He kind of
freaked out, but after some research he figured it out. Every month, he would take me to
what’s now my shop, and leave me there to go tear stuff up untill I calmed
down. And that’s how I grew up.”
“Wow. That’s really
cool,” said Russell with a smile. Grace giggled, then looked solemn. "I've never thought of it as cool, more like a curse."
"Being a werewolf isn't a curse, it's a privilege," Russell said. "It's like being super, super unique and kind of powerful. Different isn't bad."
Grace put a strand of hair behind her ear, looked at Russell, and smiled. He smiled. They both blushed and looked down.
Fortunately, their food arrived and the moment was broken. After Russell ate, he held the plate holding the rats up to
his head, and the snakes ate. It
was quite strange to watch.
“Wow. That is really weird,”
she commented.
“Yeah, I got used to it. At
first, it felt so weird I almost starved them, but when I saw Dad doing it, I
felt better. So, are you ready to
go to the library?”
“You
bet!! I’m ready to learn about
this new world,” said Grace enthusiasticly.
They set off in the oposite direction
from which they came.
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