EVAN
Holy gods. Today's September 12, you know what that means, right? It means it's my first day of school at Olympus High!
Dad skipped his work today so he could drive me to that school. We also had stopovers, I admit. We need to eat you know.
"Son, we're here." He said as we stopped in some part of the forest.
Weird. There's nothing in here except trees and birds.
"Uhm are you sure dad?" I asked but when I turned around, he wasn't there anymore.
"Hello!" I was cut off by someone.
"Woah!" I said. It's a half man and half goat guy!
"Quite surprised, yes?" It said, I mean he.
"Are you a faun?" I asked and he raised his eyebrows. "Oh. You're a satyr then?"
"Very well." He smiled. "Hmm. Let me guess. You're supposed to go to Olympus High?"
I straightened. "Uh yes. Uhm, is it really here or I'm some sort of lost or something?"
"No, young demigod!" He beamed. "You're in the right place! Follow me!" He said and walked, I mean, strut, if that's what you call a goat's walk.
I followed the satyr deeper into the forest.
"Is this the right way?" I asked, exhausted. We've been walking for I don't know how long. "It looks like we're leaving the forest."
"Well, we are!" He said, as if that answers everything. "The school's just there, when you leave the forest."
I shut up and followed him anyway. Even though I got so many questions, I remained silent because breathing's already hard.
"Holy gods..." I said with amazement. Who wouldn't be amazed when you're in front of a palace-like place. And this place will be my school soon!
It's so wide! There's a lot of buildings. I can see a garden here from the outside. There's also this fountain in front of the biggest building. It must be the main building.
Some people are already in the school. They look like normal people, normal teenagers really.
"Come on." I followed the satyr towards the really big white gate.
In the front gate, a middle-aged man stood. He had greasy combed black hair and eyeglasses.
"Welcome to the Olympus High. You must be a first year?"
I nodded.
"Can I see your admission letter? For some purposes of course."
I handed him the letter and he read it.
"Very well." He said and returned my letter. "Mr. Elton, welcome once again. Please go in and proceed in front of the main building. The biggest one."
I nodded and waved a goodbye to the satyr. I never asked for his name! Anyway, I'm sure I'm gonna see him sometime soon.
I made my way towards the building and some people, probably my age, were there.
"Hi!"
A petite girl with blonde long hair stood in front of me. She's pretty.
"I'm Ayesha, but please just call me Esha." She lent out her hand. "Everybody does."
"Evan." I said and shook her hand.
"Ohh nice name! You're very handsome!" She smiled. "Oh does that creep you out?"
"Oh uhm no, not really."
"Really? Nice!" She said.
"Esha, new friend?" A girl with short blonde hair said. Must be her sister.
"Yeah! Alijah, this is Evan. Evan this is Alijah."
"Just call me Eya." She said and we shook hands.
"Uhm yeah. Nice to meet you both but I better roam around." I said and walked away.
I looked around the place, it's much bigger inside. And I also noticed dorms a few kilometers away. That must be where we are staying.
"Hey man!" A tall guy with curly black hair said with a grin. "You must be Evan!"
I raised my eyebrows. "How did you know?"
"Alijah and Ayesha. Said they met you. Tall guy with brown hair. It's quite easy knowing you with those descriptions. You're the only brunette around here." He said still grinning.
I looked around my co-students, true. I'm the only brunette here.
I faced the guy I'm talking to. He's tall but not taller than me.
"I'm Tripp by the way, Tripp Holman." He lent out his hand.
"Evan Timothy Elton, just Evan please." I shook his hand.
"Really? Are you related to Dr. Timothy Elton?"
I tilted my head. "Yes. He's my dad."
"Really? He's my doctor."
"That's nice. Anyway, what's that floating on your head?" I asked. There's a symbol of a lyre above his head.
"Huh? Where?" He asked and looked up. There's a lot of chattering by then. Some students went closer to have a look.
"Woah! I heard about this! That's how you would know who your godly parent is!" Someone said.
I looked at the lyre again. Surely, I knew who Tripp's father is.
"You're a son of Apollo!" I exclaimed.
"I am?!" I nodded.
And now I wonder who my godly parent is.
