The Legacy of Poseidon

Chapter 2: Not the end (Alyssa POV)

That was not the end. This isn't a story where with a simple ending. It looked like the end though. Men with horse bodies..... Centaurs came in from all directions. Andrew was on the floor, blood on the left side of his face. Tom and Isabella standing, shocked. Isaac let out a guttural roar and charged into the centaur; it hit him with the butt of his sword and he toppled backwards. Sam was fighting with the golden Gladius. Blake's pants were ripped; he was playing on the Pan Flute, trying to distract the centaurs. They just stared at him with confused looks and continued fighting."What the heck is going on"? I asked Sam, dodging an arrow. "Greek myths are real", she said, slamming into a centaur. "What"? I asked, using my shield to deflect the centaur's sword and then stabbed it with my trident. "All myths are real", Sam said, as if it was obvious. Blake tried to come near us, but a centaur broke his pan flute. Blake stepped away slowly. Mom kept hitting centers with shovels and spraying them with garden hoses. " Your mom's strategy is effective", Sam said. "The strategy involves hitting centaurs with shovels," I said. I know sarcasm was probably not helpful right now. The trident let out a blast of light, blinding the centaurs. 1 centaur crash into a wall. Another ripped off my banner. These centaurs are real party crashers. I had enough. I slammed the Trident against the ground. A wave of water crashed over. And you're in the centaurs crashed into the backyard. "How did you do that"? Sam asked, amazed. "I don't know", I admitted. The centaurs lie on the ground, legs twitching. Not freaky at all. Do not look at them.

" I think you're a daughter of Poseidon", Sam said. I thought

about denying it, but it is becoming more and more believable.

I glanced back at my friends. Andrew is bleeding on the left side, but otherwise okay. The Minecraft Gamers had left; Tom and Isabella we're both limping. And Isaac was sweating
like a hog. So nobody was dead. That was a start. The centaurs  seemed to have disappeared. Sam grabbed my arm and Blake's and pulled us into the backyard. "We need to talk", Sam said. I decided this wasn't the best time to ask why she brought a sword to my birthday party.

When someone says "we need to talk", it's the right time to run the heck out of there. But running away wasn't going to solve anything at this point. So I trudged along with Blake dragging along too. We hid in the bushes. "You're a demigod", Sam said urgently. "And that's a bad thing"? I said sarcastically. But I could tell Sam was not in the mood for sarcasm. "What's a demigod"? I asked in a unsarcastic way.
"A person who has 1 mortal parent and 1 godly parent", Sam said. She was a walking greek god Wikipedia.
"Ready for another surprise"? Blake said, grinning. He ripped off the remains of his pants, revealing furry goat legs. They're blowing my mind right now, I thought. All of this was crazy. Yet, strangely made sense. It was the reason my dad left.... When he smelled of Ocean Breeze (though I thought it might've been cologne) Why mom told me he loved the ocean.... Why my gift was a Trident.... Why I made the huge wave.... It all made sense. I was a demigod of Poseidon. This

is a weird birthday. Getting attacked by crazed  centaur's? Not on my bucket list. But what was I supposed to think? Blake was a satyr  (or a faun, whatever) and Sam was a demigod (godly Parent unknown). Turning 13 was not what I thought it would be. I thought it would  be  the same as 12 (accept more mature of course). But so far I've fought centaurs  with bows and arrows and almost flooded the house. So, yeah, not perfect. Not even close. But I was in this now and there is no changing that. I decided to get information from Sam, since Blake was busy trying to repair his broken pan flute  "Who's causing all this," I questioned Sam, pulling a thorn out of my arm. Ouch. "Eris", Sam replied, pulling a thorn out of her leg. "Ares"?   "No , Eris. Goddess of strife and discord".

"Didn't she start the Trojan War? Blake said, pulling horse hair out of  the Pan Flute." One of the causes I'm sure", I said. I heard footsteps. "What do I do with this trident"? I asked, the weapon getting heavier in my hand. "I think that greek inscription in center does something", Blake said, and tapped it. Is shrunk into a pendant that fit perfectly around my neck. It fit nicely. "Nice", I said happily, though Blake was not satisfied. "Poseidon got Hephaestus to do it.... too lazy to do it himself", he said. I heard more footsteps.....
They were getting closer. An arrow shot into a nearby tree. Sam grab the arrow and ripped it out. She studied it for a moment. "What does it say? Blake asked, munching on a tin can." "Hunters of Artemis", she muttered. "Were here on Eris's orders!" a girl shouted. "And were here to take you as prisoners!"

When someone threatens to take you as prisoner to the goddess of strife and Discord, just run for your life. Trust me. I've had the experience. It's just peachy (sarcastic). In as fast as we could, jumping through fences and running away from dogs. Sam leaped the fence like it wasn't there; Blake, however, acted as if the fence was a fifty-foot wall. I had to hold his furry goat legs to get him through. "What do we do?" Sam asked, leaping through another fence.  "I have a friend that can help us", Blake said, barely avoiding a dog. 5 arrows shot diagonally. One almost hit me, but Sam deflected it with her gladius. "Where's this friend you're talking about"? Sam demanded, missing an arrowhead by an inch.  Sam's voice reminded me of a British accent.  "We're almost there", Blake reassured us. Sam scoffed. I risked a glance from behind. Girl with auburn hair was fumbling with her Beau, while the other one, short black hair with bangs, had the bow knocked and arrow Ready To Fly. She gave me a glare in aimed for me. I ducked and it hit a tree instead. That was rude. "Over there"! Blake yelled. He pointed to a pair of bushes, where another state or waved. I start to hesitate, but Blake grabbed my arm and we fell into that pair of bushes together, the three of us . Great bonding experience (sarcastic). " I'm so glad you're here Blake!" the satyr said excitedly. He had the same goat legs as blake, but he had blonde hair, not black. An arrow almost hit blake, but Blake's friend caught it just in time. He carefully snipped it in two. He munched on it for a second, then swallowed. Satyrs are an odd bunch. Of course, they are half goat. "Tell them what they need to know," Blake said, nudging the satyr with his hoov. "Eris is the one behind all this" the satyr said. "Well that's obvious," Sam said. The satyr looked annoyed, as if that had been said before.

"She tricked Hypnos into putting certain gods in a trance," the satyr continued. "So far Eris has tricked Aeolus."   "Who's Aeolus?" I asked.  "Are you that dumb?" Sam complained, putting her palm on her forehead. I just shrugged. I don't know EVERYTHING about Greek mythology. Sam had me beat.  "He controls all four directions of the wind. He leads the venti," Sam explained. "Anyway, you need the help of a god to defeat the goddess," the satyr said smugly. "Of which god?" Blake asked,eating a hunk of metal. I tried not to stare. "You need a god that's good at archery, so either Apollo or Artemis," the satyr suggested. "The hunters of Artemis just attacked us, so I  would prefer Apollo," Sam said, pulling an arrow out of my shield. So that's where the 5th arrow ended up. Who knows if this information is even helpful, I thought.  Even if we can find apollo, who knows he'll help us? He might just say"oh well. The world's ending. I don't have to help you though, get out of here." Gods have been selfish in the past. Unfortunately, this is our only chance. Also our only lead. "But Apollo is so full of himself!" Blake shouted. The other satyr nodded gravely. "He does boast a lot," I said, hesitating. "Well he's all we got," Sam clarified. "You really think he'll help us? This is Apollo we're talking about," Blake asked, swallowing the hunk of metal.  "Probably," the satyr said. "You guys have to leave," he said impatiently. He gave us a map in this and push us out of the bush. "I'll make sure the hunters don't follow you," the satyr said, sighing. He was probably used to doing favors for Blake and other people a lot. Blake and the satyr patted each other on the back, and then Blake returned to us. The half goat farewell. I dropped the way, I looked into the poor satyrs 

eyes. We owed him. "I know the way," Blake reassured us, pointing over the horizon. I sure hope we don't get lost, since I have no sense of direction.