Silenced (Demigod Story)

Welcome to the War Age

My eyes snapped open to see that they were barely above the ground.  I didn’t expect to wake up to find myself standing, but I had thought I would have went to sleep sideways instead of having my chin on the ground and my forehead above it.  The position of my neck would be killing me when I woke up.

Yet I didn’t feel my neck hurt.  I didn’t think much about it, but I started to when I tried to get up.  Soon I realized that I was not laying on the ground, but had the rest of my body buried underneath me.  I was so tired, I didn’t even have my whole body come out of the ground before I went to sleep.

I focused on having the rest of my body come out of the ground until finally, mission accomplished.

My skin was absolutely filthy, but I had to be like an English person and keep calm and carry on.

I stay out to late.  Got nothing in my brain.  That’s what people say. I thought to myself while I wiped the dirt off of my shoulders.  But I keep questing.  Can’t stop won’t stop rapping.  It’s like I got these voices in my head sayin I’m gonna fail this fight. *clap clap* I laughed in my head.

“Are you just going to keep rubbing yourself or are you going to address the god that is standing behind you?”

I scowled.  For the record, I was wiping dirt off of myself, not rubbing myself like…well just use your imagination.  Some gods just like to embarrass people.

What is up with gods sneaking up behind me?  Could they just appear in front of me so I know that they are there? I asked myself.  I composed myself before turning around to see who was behind me.

There stood a man that looked around the age of 30 and looked like he absolutely didn’t care to be there.  He had black hair that looked just like Haymitch’s, weird how that came to mind.  The god wore a checkerboard T-shirt that was black and yellow, and he wore vertical striped pants that looked like they belonged to a clown.  Did you guess who he is?  If you guessed Dionysus, then you are correct!  You now are granted permission to pat yourself on the back.  If you were wrong then bring this book to the corner and read it there.

“I know that I am striking in this outfit, but you can stop staring,” he lazily slurred. 

You can’t blame me for staring at his outfit.  He must be color blind, and fashion blind.  “Sorry, but your choices of fashion is just, classic.”

“I know what you are really thinking, and I think that you look stupid in your clothes too.  I came to tell you that A, I do not appreciate that you snuck out of camp.  B, I don’t care that you snuck out of camp.  C, I was going to give you this quest when you brought the demigod to camp.  The reason I made you get her was not because I thought that you were on the side of Gaea.”

“Then what other reason is there?” I asked as he stopped to take a can out of Diet Coke out of his pocket, took a sip, and then returned it.

“It was a test to see if you could survive on your own, and know how to travel quickly.  You did your task, but took forever to complete it. Back to what you need to know for the quest.  Once upon a time, there was a super handsome god that was very young.  He was brilliant, and who he grew up to be is even more brilliant and extremely hot.  The young fellow was also strong, strong enough to make juice out of anything.  He got juice by squeezing olives, apples, pumpkins, you name it!  He even was the first to discover root beer by squeezing roots.

One day, he was with his satyr  friend and explored the woods.  They came across a tree that had a thick vine wrapped around the top.  Neither of the guys had an idea of what kind of plant it was.  The handsome god stared at the vine so the uninterested satyr went up the tree to get the vine for him.  When the satyr got the vine off and tossed it to the amazing young god, he lost his balance and fell off the tree.  He died just like that.  The god became furious and threatened the vine that it would bear the sweetest fruit or he would destroy it.