My name is Peter. Peter Menden. I'm seventeen years old (I turn eighteen in a month) and I was born on July Seventh of the year two thousand. My mom delivered me in a hospital in Eureka, California. She died in childbirth. My dad raised me to be a good man, and loved me more than I can ever imagine, despite my mother's death. He died a year ago. Some guy calling himself Jupiter came into our house (he broke down the door) and snapped my father's neck, right in front of me. Of course I got out of there, and luckily this Jupiter guy was pretty slow moving, because I did not want to see what he'd do to me. My father's funeral was nice, though. I mean, as nice as you could expect it to be. I got a job, rented an apartment and finished out my high school career. Now it's June, the beginning of summer. Some guy named Poseidon just showed up, tired to stab me with a trident in my own home. I stabbed him instead, and snapped his fork in half. Then a lady calling herself Athena came and tried to kill me. I guess Greek gods don't have like emissaries or someone like that they can send to off me. Or may be it's because I killed their family. I dunno. Athena got away, but I'm starting to thing that if I don't take the fight to the so-called gods, they're going to kill me. I've got quite a month ahead of me.
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Death of Olympus
FanfictionNo one quite knows where he came from. No one knows who he is. No one even fully understands why he's doing this. They just know that soon the gods will be dead.
