The night that Alex spent in the empty cabin was slow. Deathly slow. He kept thinking about which of the Gods could be his father, technically any of them, but from what he saw, the demigods shared some characteristics from their parents. The children from say, Apollo, usually had very keen eyes, and they had talent with bows and trapping, and the kids from Hephaestus could dismantle anything and turn it into something entirely different with so many more functions. Alex couldn't help but think about what he was good at, nothing. Literally nothing. He wasn't very fast, he couldn't shoot anything with an arrow, he didn't have any patience for books. He didn't know who was his father. He noticed that the guy from earlier was chosen, his things no longer littered his bed. He wondered how long he had waited to be chosen. A day? A week? Several weeks? He would probably never know, come to think of it, did he even care? His eyes wandered the cabin. It was amazingly built, even he could see that. The roof sides met each other at perfect angles, the walls seemed to be exactly the same length, yet intricate carvings of old Greek myths where carved into all of the walls. His fingers lazily traced the head of what he believed to be Medusa attacking Peruses, but he blocked her deathly glare with his mirror-like shield. Wait, how had he known what this was? He payed no attention in mythology. Maybe this was his gift? Could his father be Apollo? Apollo was the god of knowledge right? He would have to wait and see who claims him either way. Alex lowered his head down on the hard pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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The Gods War
FantasyAlex was a normal teen, he lived with his brother and his mother, but what can you do when some random chick comes out of nowhere and kidnaps you? Disclaimer: I am aware of the similarities between my book and Rick Riordan's, I draw inspiration fro...
