Legacies: Children of the Dark God

I - The Worst Tuesday of My Life

Alright, to whoever is reading this, listen up.
     I can't say I enjoy this, nor can I say I trust you, I always... disliked the idea of conversing with complete strangers. Never know when they'll lie to you, cheat on you, or are just fuelled by their own greed. They're just people I rather not associate myself with. I'm what you people would call a descendant, or legacy, don't really care, born from the blood of one or two demigods. Oh, yeah, did I mention that the gods and goddesses of old are still running around amongst humanity? No? Well now you know. Getting back to the main point. I'm a legacy, both my parents were demigods. Though, I possibly have the worst luck out of every other legacy or demigod in the world, seeing as I always get myself into dicey situations, sometimes dragging others along with me for the suspense-filled ride. You'd think you'd love to be a child or descendant of a god or goddess. No, you seriously wouldn't. Sure, it may be a life filled with action and adventure, but don't forget about the stories of past demigods. Majority of which don't exactly get happy endings.
     My life prior to this discorvery was rather normal and mundane. Waking up, breakfast, bath, school, going home, dinner, bath, then going back to sleep. A cycle of normality which I kinda miss. But, there were times in my life that I couldn't really explain or even understand. Nor could anyone else.
     Take for example: when I was around seven I went camping with my family, it was nice, then Night came. Somewhere around midnight I woke up to nature's call. What? You'd think I'd hold it in? Well, you were wrong. When I went away from our tent, I wandered my sorry ass into a den of wolves. Would you expect me to become wolf chow? That wouldn't be a wrong answer, but no. They swarmed me, but refrained from using my seven year old body as a toy. They piled up on me and started licking and rubbing against me, and soon enough I was buried in two-feet of fluffy wolf fur.
     Then there was the time I was fifteen: I was walking back home from a group meeting about a school project, interested in the project? Nope sorry, not really important to the story. As I was saying, it was around twelve-midnight and I was alone. I know what you're thinking, didn't your parents ever tell you to never walk home along at the dead-of-night? Yes, they did. A whole bunch of times actually. But I didn't really have a choice. As I was about to walk pass an alleyway a homeless man –who looked like he'd been sniffing pixie dust for a straight hour– pulled a knife on me and threatened to kill me if I didn't hand over all my belongings. Can you guess what happens next? No too? Well here's the answer: A swarm of bats started attacking him, allowing me to escape with all my things intact. Strange? Very.
     And then when I—... You know what? I think you've heard enough. You already know what I'm gettin' at. My life seems to be one huge roller coaster ride, full of crazy ups and downs, whirls and twists. I thought, hey, maybe my magnetism for the strange and supernatural has finally worn off. But no. I was too naive and stupid to believe that. That year was the worst and most stressful by far.

     My name is Everett Castle, I was a student at Caine Academy for the past seven years with my two closest friends: Ellis Archer, and Tyler Jensen.
     Ellis wasn't your average troublemaker, he suffered from ADHD –well all three of us did, but, he had it worse. Which made him very impulsive and reckless, causing mischief and chaos wherever he went. He was scrawny and pale, around five-feet and nine-inches tall. Ellis had short, messy, jet-black hair and silver irises. He was also rather accident prone, showing this from his usually bandaged wrapped arms. He always had this saying: "a little spice in life never hurt anyone." Unfortunately, he thought a little meant a truckload. I'm partially surprised how he hasn't gotten his ass kicked-out of Caine yet. But, I was more shocked we had become good friends. Scratch that. We became great friends.
     Tyler on the other hand wasn't much of a troublemaker, sure, she also had ADHD, but, unlike Ellis, she was able to restrain her impulsive actions. But due to her sadistic and mostly morbid disposition, not many people would approach her. I'm not sure whether it was racism though, she had light-brown skin, a fit frame, gold eyes, long, curly, dark-brown hair she wears in a braid. Even though she'd put off people due to her disposition, she was a friendly person on the inside, usually even open to very touchy subjects to joke about. If you ask me? I couldn't ask for a better sister.
     Oh? You're surprised? Well we aren't related by blood of you were wondering. I'm her adoptive brother, her mother adopted me when my parents supposedly died in a car accident. Supposedly? Yeah, supposedly. The police never found the bodies, they only found a trail of blood leading into the forest. They assumed that wild animals got them due to some wolf tracks imprinted on the snow. Do I believe it? No. But what else can I do? Go back to the scene of the accident seven years later? I'm straying from the topic.
     Anyways, going back to the crucial part. The day that started the chain of events leading to my current life– maybe even death. It was still around morning on a Tuesday, our first-break period in between classes. All three of us were sitting on our usual place in the cafeteria when Ellis brought up some news.