"The Great Cycle, of course."
"Oh yeah. The Great Cycle." Helen rolled her eyes and looked at him again. "What the heck is that?"
Morpheus laughed and sat up. "The children must overthrow their parents, like the G.o.ds did to the t.i.tans, and the t.i.tans did to their parents, Gaea and Ura.n.u.s. The Fates will make it so again. It"s the Scions" turn to overthrow the G.o.ds."
"And Zeus wants to stop me from overthrowing him."
"Of course. If the Scions defeat Olympus, the Twelve will spend eternity in Tartarus like the t.i.tans. Not pleasant."
"No. Not pleasant at all." Helen agreed. "But why pick on me? What"s the big deal about me being a Worldbuilder?"
"Because you can take the Scions to your Everyland and make all of them immortal if you wish it. And, as a Worldbuilder, you are also the only one of your kind who can open the portals to Tartarus and send the Twelve there-but be warned, Helen. Zeus is a Worldbuilder as well. He can also send you to Tartarus, like he did the t.i.tans."
Helen paused to think about this. If Helen made all the Scions immortal and they faced off with Olympus, it"d be an army against a handful. There"s no way Olympus would win.
"So what about you and Hades? Either of you could challenge Zeus, but he"s left you both alone. How did you avoid a fight?"
"I never leave my land, and it would be suicide for Zeus to try to fight me here, where I alone am G.o.d."
"And Hades?"
"Hades rarely leaves his land, either, and when he does, his Helm of Darkness makes him invisible to both humans and G.o.ds." Helen remembered Eris walking right by her and Lucas when he had made them invisible in the hallway at school, just before the riots. Before she could think too deeply about that connection, Morpheus continued. "More important, Zeus needs his big brother Hades. The dead must have a land of their own, and the last thing Zeus wants is to have to deal with the dead."
"So, what am I supposed to do?" Helen asked pleadingly.
"Fight. Or hide in your Everyland where Zeus cannot touch you." Morpheus smiled at her warmly. "I suggest the latter, even though I know you won"t listen. You"re not the hiding type."
"I can"t stay in Everyland. I can"t leave Earth to the G.o.ds. They"d totally ruin it. But maybe there"s a way to avoid a fight altogether?" Helen asked. She doubted it, but it didn"t hurt to at least try to stop a horrendous war that would probably kill a lot of people.
"Can you avoid your fate? Many have tried to dodge it, like Oedipus, but has anyone ever been able to escape it in the end?" Morpheus asked in return.
"Yes. Free will exists," Helen replied, musing as an idea occurred to her. "All you need is a Shield."
Morpheus looked at her questioningly, not understanding her. She shook her head and changed the subject.
"Why do you and Hades help me?" she asked softly.
"I am the G.o.d of dreams, but not even I would dream of speaking for Hades," Morpheus replied with a mischievous look in his eyes. "But if I had to guess, I would say it"s because he knows how destructive his little brother is. Hades, unlike most of the other G.o.ds, cares for mortals and doesn"t want to see them at war. Probably because he has to tend their souls when they die. He has had to judge millions of souls and that has given him a strong sense of justice. Leaving you to fight Zeus with no training is something he would consider unjust."
Helen frowned. She remembered asking Orion once what was more important to him than everlasting joy. He"d said justice. It was yet another trait Orion shared with Hades.
"And what about you?" Helen asked, brushing aside this thought.
"I have a much simpler, much more selfish motive. I help you because I love you and can"t bear to lose you. Didn"t you know that?"
"And?" she asked, raising a cynical eyebrow.
"And I don"t believe I have anything to fear from you. I don"t think you"d ever try to send me to Tartarus."
"Never. I wouldn"t want to live in a world without dreams. Not even my own," Helen said, reaching out to caress his shiny, black hair. "I"ve really missed you. Every time I close my eyes lately it seems like I"m too busy to dream."
"But I"ve sent you dreams-mostly to inform you of the G.o.ds" actions on Earth."
"What do you mean?" Helen asked. She figured it out fast. "All those dreams of eagles carrying off women and dolphins and stallions attacking humans. That was awful, Morpheus."
"I"m sorry, Beauty. I didn"t mean to frighten you. I just couldn"t allow that poor siren to get any more attention from that Apollo brat without trying to do something about it." Morpheus fluffed a pillow, agitated. "I am most grateful that you went to get her. I hate sending nightmares to anyone, but sometimes I just have to in order to warn people. Do you forgive me?"
"Of course," Helen replied, sitting up.
She remembered Orion telling her once that he"d been given a dream about a field full of Scion bones. He"d interpreted it as a warning of the Scions" extinction. Apparently, he was right. A shudder ran through Helen, and Morpheus put an arm over her shoulder, concerned by her distress.
"You know, you really are a big softie," she told him.
"I am. I should try being more terrible and garnering more respect and fear and trembling and all that. But I keep forgetting." He pouted sweetly. Helen gave him a warm smile, then grew silent.
"What is it?" Morpheus asked.
"I need your help." Helen looked at her friend, hoping he knew what to do. "I need to find a way to remove Aphrodite"s curse on my bloodline."
"May I ask why?" Morpheus asked, his head tilting curiously.
Helen had a ready answer-because she wanted to be able to be with Lucas, even if he was her cousin. But before she could speak the words, she realized it was much more than that.
"I don"t want to owe her or anyone else a child," she said. "If I ever have a baby, it will be by my choice, not someone else"s."
"Ah." Morpheus regarded her sadly. "There is no power I know of that can remove a G.o.ddess"s curse. But if you don"t want to have a child, don"t. All you need to do is live forever and the Face will always exist." Morpheus chuckled softly. "I believe that was Aphrodite"s point to begin with, wasn"t it?"
Helen breathed a surprised sigh. "You"re right." A slow grin spread across Morpheus" face, and Helen"s matched it. "Thank you."
"You"re welcome."
"Eternity, though." Helen frowned suddenly. "How is it, really?"
"I"ve been enjoying it," Morpheus said with a shrug. He gestured to his big bed, the twinkling stars, and elfin people who danced and played in the outlying poppy fields. "It helps to spend it in your own world, doing what you love, and surrounded with the right people, of course. Or person."
Morpheus changed his appearance into Lucas"s and crawled across the gigantic bed toward her.
"My offer still stands, you know," he whispered in Lucas"s voice. "Stay here with me and be my queen. Or, we can trade off if you prefer. At night we can come here, and during the day we can live in your world."
Helen scooted away from Morpheus-as-Lucas, groaning pitifully. "You"re totally cheating."
He caught her and rolled her under him, his face just inches above hers. "Stay," he pleaded. "Here with me, or in your Everyland with the real Lucas. Or any combination you like. We can all share. But whatever you decide, it"s better if you never go back to Earth. You"re going to be hurt terribly if you do."
Helen"s throat went dry at the seriousness of his look. "I can"t avoid a fight with Zeus by hiding."
"I wasn"t speaking of Zeus. I was speaking of those close to you. They are conspiring, even in their dreams, to betray you."
Helen stiffened and pushed him back.
"What is my mother up to this time?" she asked, not a doubt in her mind about who in her inner circle would betray her. Morpheus shifted back to his own face, which looked confused.
"She"s been drugging your father, of course," he said. "But that"s not . . ."
"What?" Helen trilled, cutting him off as she jumped out of bed, shaking with anger. "Daphne has been drugging my father?"
"Yes," Morpheus replied in his gentle manner. "It"s not harming his body in any way. That"s why the pretty Healer twins can"t detect it."
"What the h.e.l.l?" Helen babbled, nearly hysterical at the thought. "Why is she drugging my dad?"
"To keep him asleep, of course. Don"t worry. I"ve made sure he"s having nothing but wonderful dreams."
Helen clenched her fists to keep herself from screaming, and then leaned over to give Morpheus a quick kiss good-bye. "Thank you for taking care of my father, Morpheus. I owe you. And if you ever need anything from me, anything at all, just ask."
"Wait, you"re in danger!" Morpheus began, but Helen knew that already. She couldn"t stay and listen to another one of Morpheus" well-meaning pleas to stay away from Zeus. She needed to get back because her mother had some serious explaining to do.
And then Helen was going to kick that no-hearted b.i.t.c.h"s a.s.s.
Helen appeared in the middle of the Delos living room, inches away from Claire who was sleeping in a chair. A gust of cold air washed over Claire, waking her.
"Helen!" Claire gasped, jumping up immediately.
"Sorry," Helen said when she saw the terrified look on Claire"s face. "Where is everyone?"
"It"s the middle of the night, where do you think everyone is?"
Helen looked around the charred remains of the living room. The chair Claire had been sleeping in was the only piece of furniture in the room that hadn"t been burned, and Helen recognized it as a transplant from the study.
"What are you doing in here?" Helen asked, gesturing to the destroyed room. "Why aren"t you at your home or upstairs?"
"I"m waiting to see if either of you came back. I figured the spot you left was the best bet," Claire answered. She looked behind Helen expectantly, and her face fell. "No Lucas?" she asked, her eyes widening with sadness and something else Helen couldn"t place. It almost looked like distrust.
"He"s fine," Helen said quickly, ignoring the pinch of disappointment she felt. Claire was acting like she thought Helen was lying to her. "I left him in . . . Don"t worry about it. He"s completely healed and totally safe."
"How?" Claire asked. She gestured to the room around her. "This is what you did. And Lucas was holding on to you. How could he possibly live through that?"
Helen shifted from foot to foot. She wasn"t really ready to tell Claire about the fact that she"d built a new world. It was one thing discussing it with Morpheus, who shared her ability, but standing here with Claire it no longer seemed like such a normal thing to create a world.
"Long story. But trust me, he"s perfect." She needed to change the subject. "Do you know where my mother is?" Helen asked, listening to the breathing of all the house"s inhabitants. She didn"t hear her mother among them.
"No clue. Not that that"s anything new. She"s really good at vanishing." Claire peered at Helen cautiously.
"Yeah. She really is," Helen said distractedly, trying to think of where Daphne could be.
She had to admit to herself that she didn"t know her mother well enough to know where she"d be at any time of the day, let alone where she went to sleep at night. Going out to look for her would probably be a waste of time. Eventually, Daphne would have to return, and then Helen would confront her.
Helen smiled cheerfully at Claire, but Claire didn"t smile back. She was still looking at Helen strangely. Like she didn"t recognize her anymore.
"What?" Helen asked defensively.
"You look freaky. Kind of scary." Claire quickly glanced at the floor, like she couldn"t look at Helen anymore.
"Jason"s upstairs?" Helen asked, changing the subject again. She already knew the answer. She could hear Jason breathing in his room.
"Why do you need him?"
"Because I need a Healer. Come on," Helen said, turning her back on Claire and mounting the stairs. "I look freaky because I"m p.i.s.sed. I just found out that my dad"s being drugged."
"No way!" Claire said loudly, and then dropped her voice. "By who?" she whispered as they got to the top of the stairs.
"My wicked witch of a mother. Who else?" Helen replied. "I"m hoping the twins can help him."
"Jason will. But Ari isn"t here, so he"ll have to work alone," Claire said, chewing her lower lip as the two girls got to Jason"s door.
Helen could tell that Claire was also worried about Ariadne, and where she"d gone off to that night. It wasn"t like Ariadne to just disappear, and Helen sensed that Claire thought something fishy was happening.
"How long has Ari been gone?" Helen asked.
"I don"t know," Claire replied, brushing off the question. "Wait here a sec." Helen paused outside while Claire went into Jason"s room to get him.
As Claire touched Jason"s shoulder to wake him, Jason responded by reaching up out of his slumber to pull Claire down into bed with him. Claire resisted gently, and Helen looked away to allow them some privacy. She could see Jason"s need as a bright flash, and Claire"s reciprocation was immediate, even though she repressed it quickly. Helen could read emotions so clearly now it was embarra.s.sing for her to be around couples. It was like walking in on naked people whenever she was around her old friends. Helen wondered how Orion dealt with it. Maybe he was more understanding about emotions because he had learned how to accept how vulnerable people are in general.
We"re all naked under a few millimeters of clothes, Helen reminded herself, recalling a wonderfully tense moment in her life when Lucas had stood just outside her shower door.
Helen heard Jason say, "Luke"s alive? You sure?" and then she moved down the hall. Claire joined Helen outside Jason"s bedroom while he threw on some clothes. Moments later, he met them in the hallway.
"Jerry"s condition has changed?" Jason asked Helen in an excited whisper.
"Well, no," Helen said. They got to Jerry"s room and went in, closing the door behind them so they could speak more freely. "I just found out he"s being drugged."
"Drugged?" Jason repeated in a disbelieving tone. "If it was a drug, I"d have been able to sense the damage it would do to his body."
"That"s just it. Morpheus told me that the drug isn"t hurting him. It"s just keeping him asleep."
"Morpheus. The G.o.d of dreams." Jason stared at her blankly. "Do you two hang out now, or something?"
"Will you please just check?" Helen asked urgently, gesturing down to her father"s sleeping form.
"I"m sorry, Helen. My power doesn"t work like a blood test. I can"t detect chemicals, only damage to the body. I can"t remove chemicals, either, unless they are the pathogen that"s hurting the patient. My talent only allows me to fix what"s broken."
"So what can we do to help him?" Claire asked.
"Nothing," Jason responded. "All we can do is wait for the drug to wear off. And keep whoever"s drugging him away so they can"t administer more. Who"s doing this to him, anyway?"
Helen clenched her teeth, too ticked off to even say her mother"s name.
"Daphne," Claire told him, when it became obvious that Helen couldn"t. Jason sighed and nodded.
"Looking back, Daphne always did seem to show up just as Jerry was waking. She"d stay to watch him, and a few minutes later he"d go under again." He looked at Helen contritely. "I"m sorry, Helen. It never even crossed my mind that Daphne would do that to him."