Thieves Of Olympus

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KAITO

"You have a mission."

Magandang bungad ni Sir Atheo sa amin. He sits his ass comfortably on the chair while ours hot on pursuit with the troubles of Gods and Goddesses.

Hindi ba siya nagkakakalyo kakaupo sa upuan?

Or maybe...

He plays with it. Twirling it around kapag wala kami at hindi nagmimeeting.

Desmond joins us for this meeting. He is the official keeper requested by Cole's father. From the place she hated the most. But most of the time he let's her to wander off the camp.

He is not bad. For us not, except for one.

"Why is he here?" bulong ni Gareth.

For the nth time she rolled her eyes at him, "He is her keeper," Erina knits her eyebrows, "naturally, sasama siya."

Panay reklamo ang naririnig namin sa kanya simula ng dumating ito sa puder namin. "Bakit sila laging magkasama?", "Saan siya natutulog?", he even stalks them pero madalas ay nahuhuli at halos patayin ni Cole ng tingin.

"Keeper..." he mutters, "Wala pa naman napatunayan kay Hades."

He is jealousy personified.

Tumikhim si Sir Atheo. Napaupo kami ng diretso sa pagiging seryoso nito.

"As I was saying, you have a mission. This is not as simple as you think." pinagsalikop niya ang mga kamay sa lamesa, "Three of the godly items are stolen from Olympus and Underworld. They are the power symbol of the Gods."

Some of us stiffled a groan. Kasama na ako doon.

"Do we give it back to them personally?" tanong ni Cole.

Dumapo ang tingin ng una sa kanya, "Most probably."

"Can't they do it themselves?" Lionel protested.

"God's don't want to meddle with mortals." he firmly answers, "More so mortals pissed them off for millenias."

Pfft, good joke Sir Atheo!

"Mas malala ang inabot namin sa inyo. These tasks are easier than ours."

For their generation, they were sent to wars not measly missions like this one. They were trained like spartans for more probable cause of waging wars from all directions.

Civil wars, World war II, etc.

They go home wounded, missed a body part or dead.

"What are the stolen items?" Lunox asks.

"Hephaestus fire—he can't forge weapons since it was stolen—soon that fire in the camp will die, Poseidon's Trident." he looks at me, "and Hades Cornucopia."

I heard a voice at the back of  my head.

Conquer your fear.

Fuck that fear. It is a phobia not a simple fear. I hated that part of my life kaya pinagsisihan ko din maging anak ni Poseidon minsan.

For a starter hindi ko alam kung saan kami maghahanap at kung sino ang nagnakaw. But there's no clue at all. At least give us consideration at finding those. Yung sa malapit lang...

Malapit sa kamatayan.

That's what we get.

We heard a knock on the door. Kinabahan ako dahil alam ko ang katok na iyon. Gentle knocks from the owner of that hands—Sybil.