“Use too much power and your body will be destroyed.”
Ganymede’s statements rang loud and clear in Cam’s mind; however, it was that line that made his blood run cold. At eighteen years old, he’d caused enough destruction to last a lifetime but this was another level of destruction entirely. It was the type of unhindered chaos that was permanent. It wouldn’t be restored with copious amounts of money or medical procedures. Cam pictured his body failing him and grimaced. His body was very much fatigued – just as Ganymede said it would be – but he didn’t think his newfound abilities could cause so much harm. He was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice the golden goblet extended out to him. The Greek god looked at him expectantly and Cam robotically reached for it. He took it into his hands and stared at the liquid within. Cam could only swish the contents of the cup; not entirely sure how to proceed.
Glancing at Zeus’ champion – Andras – he watched with unabashed curiosity as he took a hearty gulp out of his own golden goblet. The sudden gasp that Andras emitted was nearly enough evidence that Cam needed to toss the goblet aside; however, he froze when he noticed the small bolts of lightning surrounding the white haired male’s muscular frame. Cam had been so focused on the electricity surging around Andras’ body that he almost missed his joyful exclamation. To his right, the once screaming teen asked for a goblet and toga and he looked on as Ganymede complied with his orders. After Andras’ sudden display of power, he didn’t think he could have registered anymore surprises. He was wrong. Pan’s champion – Peter, he believed – suddenly sprouted goat legs in the place of human legs and sported horns as well! Cam found himself unintentionally shrinking away until Peter spoke. His words and the underlying sadness behind them reminded him of his mother and he unconsciously reached out and placed his hand on the guy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” Cam said. He could think of nothing else to say to comfort him. He understood loss but it was nothing close to what Peter seemed to be enduring. He slightly regretted thinking ill of him earlier but, as he was Cam Messenger, the feeling subsided as quickly as it came.
He continued to watch the others proceed to drink their own goblets. He was careful to analyze their reactions to the drinks. They proved mostly positive – each of the teens insisting that it was good. Cam wondered if it held some sort of drug. Ganymede had told them that the liquid substance was ambrosia but he still felt uneasy when he glanced at the goblet. Eventually, his body’s fatigue won out the internal struggle and he raised his glass in a mocking manner. “Cheers!” Cam said to no one in particular as he drank the contents. He suddenly felt an immense surge of power wash over him – filling his body and making him feel as if he was floating on air. Cam felt almost as if he could run a marathon now; which was a sharp contrast to how he had forced his body to stand earlier.
“All right. Even I’ve got to admit that this is good.”
Ganymede’s statements rang loud and clear in Cam’s mind; however, it was that line that made his blood run cold. At eighteen years old, he’d caused enough destruction to last a lifetime but this was another level of destruction entirely. It was the type of unhindered chaos that was permanent. It wouldn’t be restored with copious amounts of money or medical procedures. Cam pictured his body failing him and grimaced. His body was very much fatigued – just as Ganymede said it would be – but he didn’t think his newfound abilities could cause so much harm. He was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice the golden goblet extended out to him. The Greek god looked at him expectantly and Cam robotically reached for it. He took it into his hands and stared at the liquid within. Cam could only swish the contents of the cup; not entirely sure how to proceed.
Glancing at Zeus’ champion – Andras – he watched with unabashed curiosity as he took a hearty gulp out of his own golden goblet. The sudden gasp that Andras emitted was nearly enough evidence that Cam needed to toss the goblet aside; however, he froze when he noticed the small bolts of lightning surrounding the white haired male’s muscular frame. Cam had been so focused on the electricity surging around Andras’ body that he almost missed his joyful exclamation. To his right, the once screaming teen asked for a goblet and toga and he looked on as Ganymede complied with his orders. After Andras’ sudden display of power, he didn’t think he could have registered anymore surprises. He was wrong. Pan’s champion – Peter, he believed – suddenly sprouted goat legs in the place of human legs and sported horns as well! Cam found himself unintentionally shrinking away until Peter spoke. His words and the underlying sadness behind them reminded him of his mother and he unconsciously reached out and placed his hand on the guy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” Cam said. He could think of nothing else to say to comfort him. He understood loss but it was nothing close to what Peter seemed to be enduring. He slightly regretted thinking ill of him earlier but, as he was Cam Messenger, the feeling subsided as quickly as it came.
He continued to watch the others proceed to drink their own goblets. He was careful to analyze their reactions to the drinks. They proved mostly positive – each of the teens insisting that it was good. Cam wondered if it held some sort of drug. Ganymede had told them that the liquid substance was ambrosia but he still felt uneasy when he glanced at the goblet. Eventually, his body’s fatigue won out the internal struggle and he raised his glass in a mocking manner. “Cheers!” Cam said to no one in particular as he drank the contents. He suddenly felt an immense surge of power wash over him – filling his body and making him feel as if he was floating on air. Cam felt almost as if he could run a marathon now; which was a sharp contrast to how he had forced his body to stand earlier.
“All right. Even I’ve got to admit that this is good.”