Demigods

Abhijit

As we stepped forward and kneeled down to be given instructions I caught something in the corner of my eyes. Dionsyus went on about how we were supposed to go into the new expanding labyrinth and possibly the underworld to defeat the titans and travel through the labyrinth to reach the Empire State Building, to reach Olympus.

I tried to pay attention but something shiny kept catching my eye.

It was a golden bullet.

I squinted my eyes to cut the glare and saw that there were words engraved in it. I pretended to act uncomfortable and shifted forward so I was hovering over the bullet.

When everybody looked at Ria as soon as she stood up to accept, I grabbed the bullet and shoved it into my sweatshirt pocket.

But at the same moment, some company arrived. 2 cyclops were shadowing above us. Their mouths curled into a snarl revealing yellow, rotten teeth and a furrowed eyebrow

Nick slashed at the beasts along with the ares kids who loved the sight of a monster in the morning. But it was too late. A Minotaur had grabbed him by the collar and was playing around with him like a toy. The Minotaur threw nick up and then caught him, his whole hand was wrapped around nick. Too tight.

My arms were stiff and I could almost touch the dagger that lay there on my belt. I moved my arm in a gliding motion and jumped at it.

The Minotaur bent over like a bull and charged, not even moving the hand that was slowly suffocating Nick. I could see two horns coming my way and I jumped on to its head while Ria cut off his toes, one by one. She was trying to get him to lose balance.

As she chopped his last toe off, the Minotaur dropped to the ground. I hopped off the horn and caught myself on my feet. I jogged over to where Ria was trying to pry open the Minotaur hand. There was a small gap in the crevice of his hand and I pushed. His fingers lifted up and there say Nick.

His face was blue and his eyes were closed. The redness of his hands reminded me of Jupiter and his hair was sweaty.

The Minotaur had a raging hot hand that didnt breath like winter boots. Ria kept the hand open while I dragged Nick off of the palm and set him on the grass. I put my thumb underneath his palm to check his pulse. He was still breathing, I looked at his face hoping that his blue eyes would open to playfully joke about how you could make a toast on the index finger of a Minotaur hand. But there was nothing.

An Apollo kid stepped forward. He said something under his breath and moved his hands like a with casting a spell. A few seconds later Nicks eyes shot open. He smiled and jumped up. And without words he went to his cabin.