AJ Hale & The Olympians: Son of Lightning

Chapter One: My Name...What's My Name? Who Am I?

  Calm ocean waves were gently lapping onto the sandy beach. Across the small ocean bay, more land stretched as far as the eye can see. A clear day, air bitter from the upcoming winter. Golden trees rushing with the breeze, rustling louder than the waves.

CRACK!

Thunder crackled in the fridged air, and twelve figures stood on the shore.

"I'm telling you, brother, the tides are shifting. England is losing its power, France is no longer stable, and will crumble any time now."

"Here? This is the place where Olympus will be next?" a woman said. "These people hardly even count as a country."

"I can feel the anger here; a war will soon break out. A bloody, wicked war," a large man laughed. "I can't wait!"

"How sure are you, brother?" A tall man in the middle said.

"As sure as the tides of the ocean," a dark-haired man said.

"Ares, Athena," the tall middle man said. "You say a war is brewing? With whom?"

"My guts telling me England," the big man said.

"All signs do point to England," a tall, elegant woman said.

"Interesting, brother, are you sure? Not many have faired well against the British Empire."

"I'd bet all my sea shells on this place being the new Olympus," the tall, dark-haired man said.

"Athena, you have a son who is well-known and respected, correct?"

"Yes, father," the elegant woman said.

"Have him lead a war against England, Ares, raise the tension."

"I have a great idea!" the big man said. "Hey, sis? How good is your son?"

"George is pretty good," the woman smirked. "What will you name this war?"

"Let's see... how about... The American Revolutionary War? Yeah, that's a masterpiece already. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"

"Everyone get ready to move Olympus," the tall man said.

CRACK!

A roll of thunder, and eleven of the figures disappeared. Leaving the tall middle man alone.

He looked around without moving from his spot, took a deep breath, and then disappeared.

My name is... well, I don't know.

I'm a boy, as far as I can tell. Age don't know. How did I get to this place I'm at? Not a single clue.

Am I troubled? Probably. Most likely.

I'm in a strange place, with no memory or even a hint of my name.

The only thing I have is a small red coin in my pocket. On one side of the coin, there is a picture of a man holding a lightning bolt in his hand. On the other side, there is just a picture of some building.

The coin doesn't fit into any machines or games. When I throw it, the coin appears back in my pocket after a few seconds.

Oh right!