Marcus DimascioThe Hurricane Throne

CHAPTER NO.1

People keep saying that you need to out of town when there's a storm directly right above it. They say that your chance of survival is not good. For instance, when it's a tornado or a hurricane, it's always considered dangerous. You are ordered to find shelter and try to keep yourselves safe.

But it's not dangerous for me.

My name is Marcus Dimascio, a modern day demigod. My father is the Olympian god Poseidon, the Lord of the Sea's, the mighty Shaker of the Earth, the father of Horses and the legendary Bringer of Storms.

I'm diagnosed with autism, which affects my social skills and the way I think. I have a younger sister called Chloe and my mother is Sarah Dimascio. My sister and I were trained illegally by our father, risking the chance that he would be banished from Olympus. Thanks to him doing this, we were toughened up - my sister is now a pro at shooting arrows with her compound bow that mom got her for Christmas, when she was six years old. My dad taught me how to fight with swords and tridents ever since I was five years old.

He even taught me how to summon storms.

Yeah, it's kind of freaky right? But when you're a son of the Stormbringer, it's not so scary. You could say that wherever we go, the storm goes.

So many times I thought nothing bad would happen. And so many times I was proven wrong.

That's because something is watching over you and it isn't happy. It tries everything to destroy you and we just keep surviving the rage it brings.

Could it be jealousy from who is trying to kill my sister and me? If you guessed 'Yes', then you are so right.

Now, if you are a demigod like me, then I urge you to stop reading this. You don't want to know what I've been through.

However, if you're mortal...keep reading if you want. You might think that this isn't real (Yeah, right), so enjoy this while you can.

But let me remind you: I told you that I'm the Stormbringer's son. And I can assure that you could end up getting blown out of your seats.

I dreamt of mom.

For the last and final time, I wished that I didn't have to remember that day.

You might've heard of strange people breaking into people's houses in New York, and how the victim gets tied up while they are robbed. Well, we had our house broken into over two months ago, but we were not robbed.

My mother herded Chloe and me into the attic, all of us panting with nervous breaths.

When we heard the door knock loudly, and our mother went to answer it, she immediately slammed it shut and told us to hide. We immediately refused to leave her, so we helped her barricade the door leading to the stairs to the upper section of the house with several trunks full of old books and draws.

We waited, and waited. It was becoming evident in the loud crashes and smashing wood that the intruders were breaking through the door.

"Who are they and what do they want?" I whispered to mom.

"Why are they doing this?" Chloe demanded.

Our mother looked at us with despairing eyes. "They want both of you."

"What?" Both Chloe and I cried in unison.

Mom looked at the closed staircase of the attic.

The lights coming through the seams of the floor flickered on and off, telling us that the intruders were right below us. They started banging on the weathered attic floor door. I could smell the unmistakeable scent of smoke coming from the door.