Eris:
"WHO DARES TRESPASS ON THE SACRED TRAINING GROUND?!"
I think I need to change my pants. I had turned around to see a wrinkly old man. The only thing wrong with that is that he had six arms, and that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was his skin. It was wrinkled, cracked and dried, like old bacon that was left to cook on a sidewalk during a Texas summer. Disgusting.
Furthermore, he smelled like bananas and cucumbers.
In each of his hands, he had a wicked looking dagger. It looked kind of like a thick, short simitar, but instead of it curving upwards it curved downwards.
The man's face, if you can even call him a human, was peaked and hollow. His mouth was twisted into a scowl.
"Why are you here?!" The man shouted again.
"We were here all along." The girl beside me stated. Her voice was beautiful and melodic, almost like and enchantment. Wait a minute!
The man looked like he was starting to believe her before a look of realization came over him.
"So, you have the gift of Ukon, and I'm guessing that the boy next to you has the gift of Sakon."
We looked a bit bewildered, as the man just nodded to himself, seemingly lost in thought.
"Look into my eyes..."
Rebecca:
It felt like we were their for years. In reality, he put us in a mental stasis, where it seemed like years of invigerous training, but it really was just a couple of hours. After we were released; however, we gained all of the experience.
I learned his name. His name was Eris. After the 'training' he had some cut off jeans instead of cargo pants, and a special type of knife.It was shaped like a Tonfa, but instead of the wooden part going down the fore arm and extending past the hand, it was a blade. Nix had it made out of a special type of metal. Some kind of bronze.
I however, was armed much differently. I had a Berette .99, Nix had the bullets made out of the exact same bronze material. I think that the guy was addicted to the stuff. Probably the shine of it. In addition to our physical training, we recieved some schooling on how the world really is. About how everything the Greeks believed in were right, and how to defeat all of the monsters in the legends.
It seems that I was wrong about life. I think that I can actually trust Eris. I leave my temporary room and walk down the hall to the training grounds, where Eris is most of the time.
As I suspected, he was there. Hacking and slashing at the training dummys.
He whipped around and hacked the head off of one dummy before stabbing another in the gut; ripping upwards.
He raised his right hand and blasted apart the dummys that remained.
"I think they had enough." I smirked as he turned towards me. He should have detected me before I even spoke. "Your loosing your touch, Eris."
"We better get going Rebecca, Nix wants to speak with us."
2.Assistance
Eris:
"You need to leave." This statement shocked me.
"Why! This it our home now! Why are you kicking us out!" Rebecca looked like she was about to cry.
"It is for your own safety, they are searching for you. It is only a matter of time before they find you."
"What do you mean old man!" It was now my turn to shout.
Nix looked like he was deep in thought, as if listening to something.
"Its too late." Nix rushed to a closet an took out his daggers. "Hurry! Through the escape tunnel!"
I hope you know what your doing.
Rebecca and I rush to the messy bed and move it aside to reveal a tunnel. We glanced at each other before jumping in.
Nix, you better not die.
Back At The Temple:
Nix stood all alone in the courtyard/training grounds at the temple. At the moment, he was surrounded. Demigod mercenaries rode atop hellhounds. One of the furies, dressed in full battle armor, was at the lead.
"Where is the Choice spawn!" the fury rasped.
"I'll never tell you." was Nix's reply.
"Then die!" The hellhounds rushed at Nix. Nix waited until they were close, before extending his arms, and spinning in circles, cutting into the Mercenaries. Banishing the hellhounds back into shadows!
He fought well, but the numbers were too great.
Nix, son of Sakon, has fallen.
Rebecca:
It has been several months since that day. I am glad that I learned about American Greek History while I had the chance. The year is 2081, and long since the great demigod camps have been destroyed. Nowadays, demigods become mercenaries for either one god or another.
And Hades isn't stopping until either we are dead, or his army of demigods is dead. So that kind of explains why we are in the underworld, and hacking (or shooting) through an army.
Eris decapitates an unlucky demigod before slashing another through the neck. While he likes his fighting to be messy, I would rather shoot them with my pistols.
Even though we are practically untouchable, they just keep on coming. That was, until a giant hell hound appeared out of fricken no where and started to kill its breatheren.
Riding the hellhound, was an old man, armed with a Styngian Iron sword and battle armor. Riding a hellhound the size of a garbage truck. Around the the neck of the hellhound was a collar that read: "Ms. O'L-" It cut off afted the 'L'. the metal their was worn and dented.
I think we just made a friend.
Eris:
He was old, but he had some moves! His skin was pale and sickly; while his black-as-coal eyes glinted under the helmet. He cut down demigods and banished hellhounds like they were no more than annoyances. Maybe that was what they were to him.
The demigods bravely stood in rows before the gate of Hades's palace. Rebecca fixed that with that gun of hers.
Hades was all that was left, time to get serious.
Rebecca:
That strange man was dead. The thing was, that he died smiling. Apparently all of his friends were already dead. Hades, the jerk, summond up some souls that probably belonged to some friends of his.
Anyways, Hades crawled back into his hole, and left us to get "The Torch". Nix told us that the Torch would solve our problems.
It was time to go home.
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