The Eyes of Medusa

Chapter 11

Hannah's POV:

       I was extremely nervous. I was about to meet my father, Poseidon. I listened to the cheesy elevator music as I slowly glided up. This is it. You will finally get to learn about your family. As I stepped out of the elevator I was greeted my a glorious sit. A place really fit for the gods.
        I noticed a small sign. "Welcome to Olympus" it read in Greek. Thanks to my dyslexia I could read it easily. Underneath it was "Rebuild by architect Annabeth Chase". I smiled. I had been informed by the other campers (mostly Quinn, my half sister) about the Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase and how they saved Olympus and fell in love. And also helped save the world from Mother Earth. It was a really sweet story but kinda unrealistic. Just like the rest of my life.
      I hurried through the clusters of grand Greek mansions strait to the largest building, the Grand Hall. I stopped in front of the large oak doors and checked my watch. 3:01. Come on Hannah! Your late to your first meeting with the Gods.
      I opened the door slowly and took in the scene around me. There was 15 huge chairs and few tad-bit-smaller ones behind them. Each sat a God except two throne. That's a tad bit strange, I thought to my self. But I wasn't about to question and scowled the Gods of Olympus.
I gave my audience a small bow. My father and Zeus seemed to be in some sort of argument, but noticed me and stopped. I waited patiently for the meeting to begin, but when the Gods just stared at me I had to say something. "Excuse me, my Gods, but why am I here. I thought we were going to discuss something.", I said in my most polite (not really that polite) voice.
      Zeus cleared his throat but didn't say anything, My father shifted uncomfortably in his throne, a really pretty lady (the kinda of lady I wish I looked like but could never be) fanned her self like she was hot but it was like 65 degrees, a muscular man traced the gruesome images on his shield with his meaty fingers, another man threw a little fire ball back and forth in his hands, another lady sat calmly but didn't meet my eyes, while another was making a little vine on her chair grow up and down, one goddess was sitting stair up and professional like but I saw a quiver of confusion in her eyes when she met my gaze, a maiden sat on the edge of her seat like she had somewhere important to be, a male with golden hair was humming a a Taylor Swift song, a male with a messenger bag kept hitting is his winged shoes together, Mr. D was there sipping a Diet Coke, a little girl sat by a large hearth tending it, a energetic lady popped another skittle in her mouth, and the rest of the gods and goddesses (who I'm guessing where minor) looked happy to be there.
     Finally the girl by the hearth spoke, "Little demigod I think Zeus and the other Gods wanted to discuss your birthright with you." I nodded, waiting for more information. I had wished we were going to talk about me finding Grace.
     Zeus spoke in his booming voice (I knew he was just trying to look high and mighty) ," Halfblood you are–" Then my father interrupted,"–not my child."
     My head was spinning. How can I control water? What is Grace? What am I? Right before I hit the floor I heard the professional looking goddess speak ,"You couldn't have broke the news smoother Poseidon."

Author's Note:

Oh my gods mother! 😆

Can any of you answer Hannah's questions? Leave in the comments below what you thought about this chapter and your options. Can't wait to read them.

Don't you peoples think the main characters faint a lot? Like really?

Btw, Happy Late Valentines Day!

~Running_Wisdom