Starcrossed

questions.”
    Still seated at the head of the table, Castor nodded, deep in thought for a moment, and then stood up. “I thought she might,” he said, smiling kindly at Helen. “Would you like to join me in my study?”
    Castor took her to a quiet end of the sprawling house and into a half-unpacked study with a spectacular view of the ocean. Leather chairs and boxes of books in a dozen different languages fought for floor space with rolled-up carpets and un-hung paintings. Two large desks stood on opposite sides of the room. The tops of each were already covered in various papers, envelopes, and parcels.
    Along the back wall was a row of French doors that opened up to a patio bordering the beach. In front of the doors were two sofas and a big armchair, all three set up facing each other.
    Cassandra sat in the oversized armchair reading a book, which she put aside when Helen and Castor entered. Helen expected her to leave, or at least be asked to leave, but after a few moments it was clear that Cassandra had been waiting here for Helen and Castor to come to her and have this conversation. How Cassandra knew there would be a conversation at all was beyond Helen, but Castor didn’t seem surprised.
    Castor offered Helen a seat on one sofa and then sat down on the other. He glanced at Cassandra, dwarfed by her giant chair, and then began.
    “How much do you know about Greek mythology?” he asked.
    “You mean, like the Trojan War?” she asked in return. When Castor nodded, she shrugged. “I know bits of it. A queen named Helen left her husband and ran off with a Trojan prince named Paris. Her husband came after her with a thousand ships full of Greek soldiers, and there was a long war. Something about a wooden horse . . . and that’s about it.” Helen grimaced sheepishly. “I never read the actual book.”
    “Well, that’s not exactly how it started. But close enough for now,” Cassandra said, passing Helen the book she was reading. It was an anthology containing both the Iliad and the Odyssey .
    “Keep it. We’ve got plenty of extras,” she said with a wry smile.
    It was the first attempt at a joke Helen had ever seen Cassandra make, so she forced a smile in response.
    “I’m pretty sure my son has already told you that we are descendants of what are known as the Greek gods,” Castor began. When Helen grimaced uncomfortably, he nodded with good humor. “I imagine it’s hard to grasp, but you have to understand that Homer was a historian, and the Iliad and the Odyssey were accounts of a real war that took place thousands of years ago. Most of the ancient myths and great dramas are based on real people. The gods are real, and they had children with mortals. Half human, half god. We are their descendents. Their Scions.”
    “Okay,” Helen said, hearing how frustrated her laugh sounded. “Say I believe you, and all this did happen. Gods had babies with humans? Fine. But wouldn’t all that magic, or the god-ness or whatever, been bred out of us by now? That was a really long time ago.”
    “The gifts don’t dilute,” Cassandra responded. “Some Scions are stronger than others, and some have a broader range of powers, but the strength of those powers isn’t dependent on how strong their parents were.”
    Castor nodded and took over to clarify.
    “For example, my wife is entirely mortal, but both of our children are stronger than I am. And I am very strong,” he said without boasting. “We think it has something to do with the fact that the gods are immortal. They never fade, so neither do the talents they’ve given us, no matter how many generations pass. In fact—” he started, but broke off, looking at Cassandra.
    “We are getting stronger, and each successive generation of Scions is being gifted with more and more talents than their parents were. But there is still some argument as to why this is so,” Cassandra finished.
    “Okay,” Helen said mostly to herself. “I knew I had to be something not entirely human. It’s actually a relief to know what I am and that I’m not something awful. But can I ask another question? What are the Furies? And why aren’t they bothering us anymore?”
    This question earned a long pause. Cassandra and Castor made eye contact as if they were trying to read each other’s minds before Cassandra began to speak.
    “We aren’t completely sure why they went away. In the past, there have been rumors about pairs of Scions, usually a man and a woman,