My Life as a Background Demigod

First Battle

I picked up the dagger that Clover had passed me and examined it. It was actually quite beautiful and had I more time I could've stared at it all day. It was made of a shimmery bronze material (which I would later learn was celestial bronze - used for killing monsters). It had an ornate leather wrapped hilt and swirling engravings on the blade. 

Just as I picked up the dagger, the giant cyclops burst through the main doors, busting the doors straight off the hinges. I turned to look at Clover and to my shock he has removed his pants, jacket and shoes. I did a double take. Where his legs would have been were what appeared to be goat legs and the shoe he had taken off had his foot still inside it, where his feet should have been were shining cloven hooves. His t-shirt now visible read "Camp Half-Blood". 

The cyclops and I locked eyes and in a wonderful moment of great bravery and courage I turned around and bolted towards the nearest tree. I had always been a great tree climber and I was up the side of the tree in seconds. The giant grey creature bounded towards me and just as he neared the base of the tree, I heard a small thud. 

Clover had hit the giant cyclops with a small rock and proceeded to pelt him with another. As the cyclops turned around, before I knew what I was doing, I jumped on the cyclops' shoulders, wrapping my legs around his neck in a choke hold. I startled the creature and he began to attempt to wrap his large fists around my legs, to remove the small annoyance from around his neck. Luckily his meaty fingers were so large and my legs so tiny that he couldn't grasp me. Somehow I still had the dagger in my hands and lifted it high above my head and with as much force as I could muster, plummeted into the soft spot at the base of his skull, brownish red blood spurting all over me and my clothing. 

I fell to the ground and the cyclops stumbled towards me. I quickly got up to avoid being smashed. As the cyclops lay dying in the grass outside of my school, I brought the dagger over my head and down into his chest, finishing the job. 

I turned around and saw that Clover, who had removed his hat and now displayed his FRICKIN HORNS, was watching me, his eyes sparkling in admiration. I couldn't help but blush. He galloped over to me (that's what a goat would do right? gallop?) and took a look at our now dead cyclops. 

Well frick. I thought. Now we've got a cyclops corpse to deal with. Suddenly the cyclops' body began to dissolve. In a few moments nothing left remained of it but some goldish dust, which unfortunately blew into my mouth. Gross I thought.

I turned to Clover, "Well now what," I asked "you said something about the gods being real didn't you."

He glumly nodded his head and looked into my eyes, "Yep," he said, "Let's go get some lunch, I'm starving." 

Somehow nobody noticed as we walked off campus and towards a nearby coffee shop, two teenagers one with goat legs and horns and the other drenched in monster blood and dust. 

(Hope you enjoyed the story so far! :) )