AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

The four Mothmen hover across the street from my dream-self. I feel my pint-size body and find it less than reassuring that Dad and I both weren't exactly jocks when we were children. But then, I doubt a WrestleMania champion could beat a Mothman. Also not reassuring. To make matters worse, this is a dream.

The Mothmen just shriek. A more terrifying, unearthly, bone-rattling, blood-curdling sound I've never heard. Even Will and the Tiamat Bros don't sound this horrific.

"This better not be a Consortium trick," I shout.

Hardly intimidating, given my child's voice, but I do my best to sound mean and nasty.

The Mothmen continue their shrieking symphony of doom. The beating of their wings sounds like war drums.

"What do you want?" I yell. "Why are you bothering me and my family?"

More shrieks. I need a Mothman-to-English dictionary.

"If you can understand me, and I know you can, give me a sign," I shout.

Chapter 152: The Mothman Equation