Alex's POV
"I prefer shadow traveling...", I simply stated.
I really had no clue as to why Persephone came to get me. Really all she had to do was tell me he died, and BOOM! I could live the rest of my life moping around about what a horrible son I am and blah blah blah.
But yeah. There was no way in Hades I was going to do that. Yeah I would mope around but I just didn't have it in me to just break down. I guess yiu could say I hide my emotions by being your happy 8 year-old kid.
I turned to Persephone as we walked down the deserted hallway with a few ghost here and there and asked her, " Um...Why did you bring here and what is this place?"
"Well, we are here in Hades palace where you will stay with us and train for a while until we send you to Camp Half-Blood. Does that answer your questions?"
I scratched the back of my neck and stated," Well I guess. But what's Camp Half-Blood?"
"Well I'm surprised your father didn't tell you about the camp sooner. I would have assumed since you are already sparring and already have the hang of shadow traveling in which ironically you don't feel tired from.," she raised her hand to her chin completely in thought,"But Camp Half- Blood is a special place for kids with special abilities like you go so they can put them to good use. Let's just leave it at that, okay?," she told me.
"Yeah, sure...whatever," I muttered and just put my hands in my pocket glancing at the ground.
So many things were happening so fast. I never met my grandfather and he was going to be the one to teach me how to control my powers.
My dad was the one who figured out I even had them. He taught me how to use a sword at the age of 3 and how to shadow traveled at the age of 5? Yeah 5, or was it 4? Ugh! Nevermind. The point is I didn't really want to meet this man at all if he didn't have the decency to stop by and say hi or at least come play cops and robbers.
Yes, I know it was very unnatural that I could make green fire spark up from my body but other than that I was a complete normal kid. Well half-mortal kid anyway.
I didn't notice we were close to a huge door when Persephone tugged at my ear.
"Ok listen, I need you to be very quiet ok? My husband is going through some um things and doesn't even know about you so he might yell. Don't feel intimidated if he does it's just his natural state," she told me.
Well I sure as hell didn't want to meet his aggressive side.!
"Oh and if he try's anything on you just yell my name. He's in a bit of a trance because of what happened to your father."
"What happened to my d-," but I never finished the sentence.
"Let's go, let's go," Persephone said as she shuffled me into the throne room.
There seated in one of the throne seats, I was suspecting it was called, a man who looked utterly confused, angered, and grief stricken if that was even an possible expression. He wore black robes that had tortured souls somehow sewn into the fabric looking as if they were screaming but no sound came from them. A bone crown laced his long slightly curly black hair. A small beard was on his face like the one Tony Stark had in Iron Man. But his eyes was what kinda feared me. Thy weren't human for one thing. They were as black as the color itself probably darker with little flames in them. I wanted to run as soon as we walked in there.
"Persephone? Who is this peasant that you have bestowed upon me," he asked rather with venom instead of in a cheerful state. But what can you expect from the guy. He did lose his son and he is the god of the de- Wait did he just call me a peasant?
Out of all the things he could have said it could have been Vermont, an ass, or even a freaking mudblood for peaks sake! But peasant? I just felt hatred for that word some odd reason.
I rolled up my jacket and my eyes turned green. I didn't give a care who this guy was.
"Why do you think you have the right to call me a peasant, you worthless peace of trash!! You don't even know who I am!," I spat rather venomous.
But by look in his eyes I knew I crossed the line, because these furry humongous savage flesh eating human came out of nowhere.
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Well then there is chapter 2 and Alex does seem like one of those snotty little brats. But trust me he isn't. He's going through something right now.
But yeah tell me what you think. :D
-CJ
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Another Path
Random8 year-old Alex, Nico Di Angelo's son, was unknown by many gods and demi-gods. When a mysterious women comes by one night in an alley to take him somewhere, Alex wonders where his dad is at. He has been gone for about a week. The woman soon tells hi...
