The God's Reign: Book one, The Knowing

chapter 7- Ethan goes bull riding (do not try this at home)

The bull-man stared at me in hatred and delight; I don't know how those emotions pulled off together, but they did. He signaled his friends to look the other direction to turn around. They took off their trench coats and threw them on the ground. (The janitor isn't coming to pick those up, so pick up after yourselves.)

The man on the left was tall and brutish. Muscles ripped his clothes apart. He still wore pants, but they were wrapped around his waist, like a loincloth. The strangest thing, he had long purple hair, and braided in it were bones and firecrackers. I started to wonder who his hairstylist was when I noticed he only had one glittering eye in the middle of his forehead. I recognized that feature alone without the help of the knowledge from the mythology book. A Cyclops. I gulped.

From the waist up, the man on the right he looked like a normal, homicidal man with curly brown hair and burning gray eyes. His legs (Or where his legs were supposed to be.) were replaced by the bottom half of a gray stallion. Armed with a bow and a quiver of arrows, he led monsters toward the library.

"Er... Hillary?" I called. No answer. "Hillary, are you done explaining yet? Come here, please! You need to see something."

"Not now, Sierra." I heard Hillary reply. "I'm about to tell them about how Olympus is crumbling to pieces!"

"Olympus is- what now?" Ethan remarked, calling back her attention. I looked back at the monsters. They were closing in now, snarling their fangs. They were 45 feet, 40 feet, 30 feet away, and getting closer.

"Hillary, I need you!" I repeated.

"Have some patience, child! Gods, you drive me crazy sometimes," she ignored me. The monsters were now 25ft closer. They were getting closer to us. I had to get her attention.

Anxiousness and fear raged through my nerves. Those emotions modlded into anger anf frustration. I let my anger vibrate through the air. I turned my head and yelled, "Hillary, god bless it, gets your damnable nymph-ass over here!" At those words, her head perked up. She knew that I didn't curse much, but this was a dire case. Hillary looked into my eyes and hers widened. Her hand covered her mouth in shock. Hannah and Ethan took one look at me and about froze.

"Sierra, you're..." Hillary choked. "You are on fire."

Frustration radiated through me, but half of it turned in to confusion. I turned to the glass door. My reflection; my hair was flaming upward, my eyes blazed with orange and red like a furnace, nearby books began to burn and cripple. I started to feel fear wash over me like a heat-wave. I am a monster.

Before I could freak out, the horse dude- the centaur, his kind was called in the times of Greece-rammed the door open, causing a blast of shattered glass.

I collapsed from the breaking. As I tried to get up, the other two monsters stormed in behind their leader. Hillary and the others stood battle stances, Hillary took on the centaur, and Hannah and Ethan double teamed the Minotaur (The bull man), leaving the cyclops unmatched.

I noticed I was still in my fire-monster state. But instead of fighting it, I tried to channel it to my control. I focused on my anger, feeling it as a significant energy in my body: I manipulated the energy to flow into my arm. I reached out to the cyclops, who noticed me right away and ran for me, a bookshelf in hand. I released my energy.

A blaze of fire shot forth, barreling the cyclops over. The cyclops doubled over and surprisingly vaporized into golden flurries. The death sparkles landed on the carpet and seeped into the earth. As my hair and eyes turned back to normal, I felt something yanking on my soul, as if I had just been killed, except that I had no injuries at all.  I was feeling the cyclops' death inside me.