I showed it my empty palms, hoping the spider donkey would understand I didn't mean any harm, unlike Margo. I slowly advanced, watching its donkey legs closely. I could figure out that it probably would not be very nice if I got kicked by one of those. "Your legs are basically weapons." I said. "Cool." As if the donkey understood me it kicked its legs in the air, then lowered its head to me. I smiled, knowing I just got the trust of the donkey. I patted its head as the spider donkey softly nudged me. 

Anathea's POV:
"Guys, wait for me." I said, but it I was a bit too late. All four others had entered the narrow space, and the three I was with were already out of sight. I stood still in front of the small alleyway. I hate narrow spaces. Let me be outside, where I can see the sky. The only exception is when the forest ceiling only let through a bit of light, creating this magical environment. But that wasn't this. Fuck no it wasn't. 
With a sigh I still pushed myself through it, feeling the wounds on my body not appreciating the friction I created with my clothes and the walls. When I finally got to the other side I was alone. "Hello?" I half yelled, half whispered. Something in between. A soft echo was heard. I could already feel my heartbeat going faster. I looked back, wanting to see the sky one last time. All I looked at was more corridor. What? How...
I started walking around, frantically searching for at least someone. The lights of the corridor made an annoying sound. It wasn't annoying for me, though. It only made my panic worse. I started walking through the twisting and turning corners. When I thought I walked in a circle because I made four left turns I ended up in a different kind of room. I opened a random door, and suddenly I was in an empty room. My heartbeat didn't slow down a bit. I looked around, my thoughts messy from the amount of them.
I sunk down into a sitting position, leaning against the wall and pulling up my knees. I let my head rest on them. I closed my eyes, waiting for the moment of panic to stop. It's the first time I've ever had something like this. Maybe because it was my first time in a situation like this, stuck in an endless maze, with no sight of the outer world. Exhausted and weakened from my godsdamn still injured side (apart from those  wounds of course) I very quickly doze off as it was the first time in hours I let the melatonin do its work. I barely slept last night.
"Choose."
I suddenly heard voices say in my sleep. Was this some prophetic dream?
"Let go."
"Daughter of Demeter, hear what I tell you.
The grey eyed one will learn to forgive.
The mind controlling one will help.
The thief shall have to accept his fate
The darkness shall learn to accept the light.
The unknown one will learn to accept guilt
The daughter of the sun will be a friend,
While the daughter of the sword will be a foe."
Voices whispered, all through each other. All refrering to some daughter or kid or son of something, and their future. It made me crazy. I sunk down to my knees, placing my hands on my ears. It didn't stop.
"The one with the voice of silk shall learn to lead
While the architect will have to let go of control
The French sun, the son of Pan, the one who thought they were in charge..."
"STOP IT!" I yelled. Before I realized what happened tears started rolling down my face. "Stop it, stop it." I said. I snapped up from my dream, back in the room. Even awake the tears were flowing. But the voices didn't stop. I felt a faint woosh against my left ear as if someone was whispering something in it.
"You, children of the gods, will make choices. But you, daughter of Demeter, will, most importantly, learn to be honest." I pulled up my knees, burrying my face in my hands. "I can't." I whispered. "I've thrown myself in too big of a mess to now be honest.."
"Say it. Tell your friends. Open up. It's the only way." "NO!"  I yelled. "That Sara and Kayla and Bea know is already too much!" 
"What do they know is already too much?" I suddenly heard. My head snapped up.
Heja.
She kneeled down in front of me, softly grabbing my wrist. Heja knows I'm not a touchy person. She just doesn't know why. I wince and immediately pull away, but Heja's fingers have already closed around my wrist. "Tell me, Anathea. I've known you for half my life. It's time to stop lying." Heja looked in my eyes. I looked away, right at something huge behind Heja. "Heja.." I panted, looking at the spider donkey with wide eyes. "I tamed it, don't worry." Heja said. "We have other priorities." The spider donkey got out of my field of vision. "Tell me. Everything."
"I.." I started. My voice was still shaking, and I had a hard time trying to get it under control. My entire body was shaking. "You.. you know that I used to be at your house often, right?" I started. Heja nodded. "Tell be about your dad. I've had.. thoughts in the back of my head. I need them to be either wrong or confirmed. Right now." 
I brought my shivering hands to my face, wiping away my tears. If I was alone I probably would've beaten myself up over the fact I once again let tears flow down. Now there was someone else. Someone who wanted answers. "My dad.. was.. is abusive." I whisper, not daring to look up, let alone in Heja's eyes. "Said he reminded me of mom, hated me for who I am. All of that stuff." 
"Don't brush it off as all of that stuff." Heja said sternly. "This is serious." 
I did a second attempt at freeing my wrist. I manage to do so but even that small amount of power costed a lot of energy. Heja pulled up my shirt and saw my bandages. "Still not healed?" He changed the convo for a second. "Ambrosia is in my bag." I said. Heja grabbed it and gave it to me. As I ate it I immediately started feeling its positive effects.
"Now back to where we were." "There's nothing else I could really say to you. My dad's abusive, I always wear long sleeves and pants no matter how hot it is to hide my wounds and well.. that." I said. "Any questions?" I said half heartedly. "No. Now let's find the rest. This talk isn't over." Heja said as she helped me get up. Still unstable on my legs, emotionally and physically exhausted, Heja offered if I could sit on the spider donkey. I happily agreed. It was like riding a horse/pegasus. 
For the entire walk I kept my head down at the ground, numbling on a second chunk of ambrosia. Gods I should watch out with how much I eat. My wounds are just bad and it's the only thing we have. 
As I rummaged through my backpack I found something in a small side pocket I definitely didn't put there. It was a small glass rose, about as big as the palm of my hand. There was a small note next to it. All it said was
'Love, mom.'
If I were making noises I would've felt silent. But I already was silent, so nothing really changed. You could say my thoughts went silent. They basically did. Heja was walking in front of me so she didn't see it. I looked at the glass rose. I assumed it was something like a totem. As I held it it shrinked until it was as big as a bead. I immediately got the hint and put it on my necklace. 
As soon as I did that a feeling washed through me, similar to the feeling I had when I first picked up the scythe. It felt good. Something else washed through me for the first time in a long time: Confidence and self-certainty. I smiled a bit, mentally thanking Demeter for the gift. It was a really good time to get a small beam of light like this. 
"Anathea." Heja said, making me snap up from my thoughts. "Look who we've found here."
 "Bea?!"