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standing up for me, Rowan the Berserker,” she said, “but I take little offense from the laughter of fauns.”
“I take great offense at the laughter of a coward,” said Rowan. “Are you a coward, faun?”
“Yes,” said Pan, laughing, “a coward through and through.”
Rowan took more offense at the cloven-hooved boy’s tone and was about to unbuckle his seatbelt when a tall boy put his hand on Rowan’s chest and prevented him from standing up.
“I wouldn’t,” said the boy.
“I’ve heard of you,” said Rowan. “Gunnar Redstone, the cowardly Spartan dropout. Now, remove your hand from my seatbelt before I remove your hand from your arm.”
The room made a violent shake and then almost turned upside down. It stopped again, and Gunnar removed his hand.
“There,” said Gunnar, “stand up and attack the faun if you must. They’ll sing songs of you for years to come, Rowan the faun-slayer .”
The room laughed and Rowan’s jaw began to quiver with rage; he stared down Gunnar, muttered some words to himself and looked away in disgust. The talk amongst the students resumed, and from the din Kayana heard Pan singing a tune.
Rowan the faun-slayer insulted by one
He will always stand up for his re-demption
Rowan the faun-slayer stands in his seat
A slight left turn and he’ll be thrown from his feet
Kayana scanned the room and found it a mixed crew, to say the least. Some looked more or less human, but many were clearly gods or monsters. There was a huge, brutish young man who must have been three meters tall and was covered in icy white fur. She listened to the conversations around him and learned that he was a young Frost Giant named K örr. Frost Giants and Berserkers are blood enemies, thought Kayana. This Academy is bold indeed.
She looked at the green scaly boy again and watched as he sat almost motionless, as if he were some sort of plant god. But she knew this couldn’t be the case; his mouth held rows of sharp teeth. He must be Sobek , she thought, the Egyptian god of crocodiles.
There was a hawk-faced boy and a dog-faced boy; the Egyptian gods Horus and Anubis. She sensed an odd connection between herself and dog-faced Anubis, and when his eyes met hers, his pupils glowed red.
Pan had brought out a lute and was playing it while he sang.
My name is Pan , and this is the PAN-theon
Traveling to the A-CAD-e-MEE
And if you should choose to stay in this CLAN-theon
You'll be a god with a lowercase "g"
We have falcons and dogs, a Japanese frog
And if you want to be killed with a breath
We have a fire demon, a Frost Giant freeman
And beautiful , voluptuous Death
We have Amazon wonders, polar bear hunters
Crocodiles and ghouls of the night
And if you were to tell that we're all straight from Hel
I'd think twice and then say that you're right
And there is a man, he is a Norse-MAN-theon
Hurt his pride and he'll have a fit
And there are Four Horsemen , who won't like this Norseman
And the world won't like them one bit
My name is Pan, and this is the PAN-theon
Traveling to the A-CAD-e-MEE
And if you should choose to stay in this CLAN-theon
You'll be a god with a lowercase "g"
The crowd clapped in wonder; even the Amazon cracked a smile. Rowan muttered another curse but was drowned out by cheering as the students asked Pan for another song.
Kayana stared back at the dog-faced boy and his eyes continued to glow. Anubis is a death god, thought Kayana. You have a connection to all death gods. Kayana sensed the same connection between herself and another girl; a girl who looked half-alive. This girl’s hair grew in ashen-grey clumps and her skin was falling off, and she didn’t seem to be aware of her surroundings. Kayana heard a murmur from the group that this girl was a ghoul from Little Riyadh named Asra . The other kids whispered complaints about Asra’s pungent smell, but Kayana thought the girl smelled divine. She has no agenda, no malice
“I take great offense at the laughter of a coward,” said Rowan. “Are you a coward, faun?”
“Yes,” said Pan, laughing, “a coward through and through.”
Rowan took more offense at the cloven-hooved boy’s tone and was about to unbuckle his seatbelt when a tall boy put his hand on Rowan’s chest and prevented him from standing up.
“I wouldn’t,” said the boy.
“I’ve heard of you,” said Rowan. “Gunnar Redstone, the cowardly Spartan dropout. Now, remove your hand from my seatbelt before I remove your hand from your arm.”
The room made a violent shake and then almost turned upside down. It stopped again, and Gunnar removed his hand.
“There,” said Gunnar, “stand up and attack the faun if you must. They’ll sing songs of you for years to come, Rowan the faun-slayer .”
The room laughed and Rowan’s jaw began to quiver with rage; he stared down Gunnar, muttered some words to himself and looked away in disgust. The talk amongst the students resumed, and from the din Kayana heard Pan singing a tune.
Rowan the faun-slayer insulted by one
He will always stand up for his re-demption
Rowan the faun-slayer stands in his seat
A slight left turn and he’ll be thrown from his feet
Kayana scanned the room and found it a mixed crew, to say the least. Some looked more or less human, but many were clearly gods or monsters. There was a huge, brutish young man who must have been three meters tall and was covered in icy white fur. She listened to the conversations around him and learned that he was a young Frost Giant named K örr. Frost Giants and Berserkers are blood enemies, thought Kayana. This Academy is bold indeed.
She looked at the green scaly boy again and watched as he sat almost motionless, as if he were some sort of plant god. But she knew this couldn’t be the case; his mouth held rows of sharp teeth. He must be Sobek , she thought, the Egyptian god of crocodiles.
There was a hawk-faced boy and a dog-faced boy; the Egyptian gods Horus and Anubis. She sensed an odd connection between herself and dog-faced Anubis, and when his eyes met hers, his pupils glowed red.
Pan had brought out a lute and was playing it while he sang.
My name is Pan , and this is the PAN-theon
Traveling to the A-CAD-e-MEE
And if you should choose to stay in this CLAN-theon
You'll be a god with a lowercase "g"
We have falcons and dogs, a Japanese frog
And if you want to be killed with a breath
We have a fire demon, a Frost Giant freeman
And beautiful , voluptuous Death
We have Amazon wonders, polar bear hunters
Crocodiles and ghouls of the night
And if you were to tell that we're all straight from Hel
I'd think twice and then say that you're right
And there is a man, he is a Norse-MAN-theon
Hurt his pride and he'll have a fit
And there are Four Horsemen , who won't like this Norseman
And the world won't like them one bit
My name is Pan, and this is the PAN-theon
Traveling to the A-CAD-e-MEE
And if you should choose to stay in this CLAN-theon
You'll be a god with a lowercase "g"
The crowd clapped in wonder; even the Amazon cracked a smile. Rowan muttered another curse but was drowned out by cheering as the students asked Pan for another song.
Kayana stared back at the dog-faced boy and his eyes continued to glow. Anubis is a death god, thought Kayana. You have a connection to all death gods. Kayana sensed the same connection between herself and another girl; a girl who looked half-alive. This girl’s hair grew in ashen-grey clumps and her skin was falling off, and she didn’t seem to be aware of her surroundings. Kayana heard a murmur from the group that this girl was a ghoul from Little Riyadh named Asra . The other kids whispered complaints about Asra’s pungent smell, but Kayana thought the girl smelled divine. She has no agenda, no malice
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