Lord of the Gods:Lord of the Flies and Greek Gods

The Prophecy

CHAPTER FOUR

STELLA'S POV

The only ones left to not be claimed were Cassie, Maurice, Simon, and me. Roger had been claimed by Aries, (no surprise there as he was a very aggressive fellow), and Ralph by Poseidon.

Apparently, Ralph being a son of Poseidon was kinda a big deal, and I heard something about breaking "the promise".

Where was my parent? Those of us who hadn't gotten claimed yet got bored of just walking around, so we decided to hike up a mountain to pass the time, and hopefully get closer to the gods to get their attention.

"Weird..." I whisper.

"What?" Cassie turns around.

"Nothing, just look where you and Simon just walked."

There was a trail of flowers in place of footsteps, hyacinths for Simon and lilies for Cassie.

"Um, sorry to spoil your moment but is it normal for a bundle of wheat to appear on someone's head?" Maurice asked.

Simon and Cassie looked at each other's grain stacks floating on their heads. They laughed and I felt a little jealous.

"Which god?" Cassie asked.

"I don't know, go ask somebody!" I say sassily. Cassie glances at Maurice and me with a hint of jealousy in her eyes before scrambling down the mountainside.

Maurice and I finally make it to the top as I feel a little cooler. The clouds darken and thunder rumbles in the distance.

"This is weird," Maurice said.

"Why? It's just a small storm," I replied.

"Well, Chiron said something about no storms can get to this camp. This is impossible." He says, a little scared.

"Wait," I ordered as I feel the winds swirling around me and lightning flashing in the sky.

I fell so safe. So powerful. So-

"Stella!" Maurice yells. "It's a lightning bolt!"

I'm confused until I realize he's pointing above my head. I don't need to ask to know who's symbol the lightning bolt is.

My dad is Zeus.

MAURICE'S POV

I feel so dumb. Everyone, and I repeat everyone had a cabin to sit with at dinner. I had to eat alone at this dusty one in the background. When we get our food, we scrape a bit into the fire and say for the gods.

I think I pissed off the gods or something, to make my parent not want me, so I scrape my whole plate into the fiery inferno.

It's not like I was hungry anyways.

I scrape my hand across the old table, cringing as I saw the sight of it.

"C'mon," I mumbled. "This could be fixed up a little more. I just need an .82 inch... and maybe some..."

Shut up, Maurice! I say to myself. People don't need to know you are even weirder than you are.

I feel a silence creep up on my back and I look up. Everyone was staring at me.

Oh my god, had they heard me mumbling?

A dirty-faced muscular boy with disheveled hair came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.