School was boring, as usual. The only remotely amusing part was when I got to watch kids who hadn't finished their essays grovelling with the teacher.
I stifled the urge to laugh manically then.
The day eventually ended and I pulled myself out of the room, already tuning out Miranda as she started to talk about the latest movie stunts.
I know, it should have been a pretty interesting topic. I was just exhausted.
We walked out of the school, and I squinted as the sun hit my eyes.
I was about to comment on how much I hated the sun when I felt myself being barrelled over.
I groaned in pain, looking up to see some crazy-looking guy on top of me.
"Can I help you?" I asked miserably, trying not to be blinded by his head of white hair.
"You have no idea how difficult it was to find you in here. Come on, we have to leave."
I pushed him off, scrutinizing him.
"Have we met before?" I asked, trying my best not to seem rude.
His face filled with shock.
"It's worse than I thought. You've trapped yourself in this."
"What are you talking about?" I asked incredulously, getting to my feet.
Miranda raised an eyebrow, looking from me to the stranger.
"Do you want me to call the police? I think he escaped from an asylum or something."
"Maybe you should." I muttered, distancing myself from him.
"Zara, you have to remember."
"He knows your name!" Miranda gasped, "He must be a stalker!"
"Remember what?" I asked, curious despite myself.
"You're talking to him? Are you crazy?"
"Hell. The king. The war. We need our commander!"
"Who are you? Is this some candid camera show?"
"It's me, Charon. The ferryman."
So the crazy guy knew some mythology too.
"Okay, Mr. Charon," I started, "Explain yourself."
He looked from me to Miranda.
In other words, alone.
"Don't go with him!" Miranda insisted, "What if he kidnaps you or something?"
I stopped for a second. She was right, actually.
"I can assure you, the commander knows how to defend herself. We don't have much time."
I looked at the lunatic, at the creepy scar across his face, and shrugged.