Jason:
I wish I could meet my mother just once, but I was afraid that I never would. I was sitting on my back porch thinking about everything dad always tells me about her, when suddenly, this giant black dog showed up. And when I say giant, I mean as big as a tank, and it was running and snarling at me. I was petrified; I couldn't move. Just when I was sure that I was going to die, a girl, just a little older than me, showed up with a sword.
The girl slashed the sword right through the enormous dog's neck cutting the head clean off. As the head hit the ground, the entire creature dissolved into dust.
The girl had long black hair, and deep green eyes, wait no blue eyes, no brown, her eyes kept shifting color. As I had said she was a little older than me, and her skin was perfect. She didn't look like the kind of person who you would see fighting with a sword, but she was. Then she turned and said hello.
"Hi, my name is Angel Anderson," she told me holding out her hand to shake.
I took it and introduced myself, "I'm Jason Argo. Thanks for saving me from that creature, whatever it was."
"That, Jason, was a hellhound," she told me.
"You mean like the Hellhounds from the Underworld in Greek Mythology?" I asked in awe.
"The very same."
"Wow! Were you chasing it?"
"No, actually, my mother asked me to come look after you."
"Why? Is she my mother too?"
"No, I'm the only demigod to live nearby. Actually, no one knows who your mother is. Of course she would know herself, but whoever she is isn't talking."
"That's okay. I just wish I knew who she was."
"Can I come inside?" she asked.
"Sure," I answered opening the door for her.
I took Angel to my dad, and introduced her. As I was doing so, I realized that I hadn't thought to ask her who her mother was. She had said that her mother asked her to watch over me.
"Angel, who is your mother?"
"Aphrodite."
"A goddess. Your mom is the goddess of love!?"
"Yes, she is. Your mom is a goddess too, but we don't know which goddess."
"That's cool, but I thought children of Aphrodite didn't use weapons because they didn't want to get dirty or break a nail."
"Oh, please. Yes my siblings are well within that stereotype, but I'm nothing like them."
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Children of Mythology (A Rare Demigod Series): (Book 1) Jason
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