At that stage his hair had been bright orange -- it had since darkened a little -- and he had not yet had enough sunshine to sprinkle his face with it... almost complete coverage of freckles."Michael" had become "Ginger Mick" then "Ginger" and less formally to his friends, "Ginge".He was skinny like John and his teeth were banded to try to rein them in; it seemed like the front ones were always trying to get to places well before the rest of him.He had a wicked sense of humour and, like the. She settled down on the couch beside her brother, and he gently rested a hand on top of hers on her leg. She flinched slightly, but she didnt remove his hand. She needed to play this as cool as possible so that she could carry out her plan. I wanted to talk to you about what I mentioned the other night…, his voice trailed off and his eyes were glued to the floor as if he were embarrassed or shy or something. Hes actually kinda cute when he looks this timid she thought to herself. He was a very. I leaned backrelieved to have finally found something not too overbearing whenanother girl sat across from me."Hello dear. You must be new." I nodded. "The new bloods are easy totell, however you do manage to look cute in that get up." I blusheddeeply and looked away."Oh don't fret dear. My name is Annabelle. And you are?"I tried to tell her my real name, but wondered if that would be a badidea. She sensed my hesitation."You might want to use your new name. There could be seriousconsequences. ..this’ll make sense later.Our story begins in the forests of ancient greece. The messenger god Hermes was floating above the trees, sorting letters that Zeus instructed him to deliver to his mistresses, the king couldn’t even be faithful to his own sidechicks. “Hey, Hermes!” the god in question looked and saw his half sister Artemis sitting on a log while skinning a boar.“Oh, hey Artemis!” Hermes greeted as he joined the huntress on the log.“Father sent you to deliver letters to his mistresses.