Orphis Brown and the Stolen Crown

Chapter 11

You know, some people never change.

Oliver was still moaning about his love life getting interrupted on ferrari they had stolen. But Oliver was still quite a bit of help. He had a feeling the crown was 10 miles to the south, so that's where they went.

Turns out 10 miles to the south, there was three possible destinations. One was a French restaurant, the other was another 7-Eleven, which Henry wisely chose to ignore, and a hotel called Porphyrion Resort. They all decided that Porphyrion Resort was the best choice. Go figure.

They arrived and this time they were prepared. No getting trapped by tasty lotus flowers this time. Still, they were awestruck when they saw the resort. It was huge, and very intimidating, like Porphyrion should be. After all, he was the bane of Zeus, the king of the gods, which meant that he was the king of the giants. It should be where the crown was, because of Oliver's senses and also the fact that the resort was conveniently named, 'Porphyrion Resort'.

So basically, this place was Porphyrion's lair.

When they arrived at  the main entrance, a tall burly dude with a guard outfit and oversized sunglasses came in their path. A name tag on his guard uniform read, 'Frond'. Something about him felt familiar, but it didn't click in Orphis's mind at first. The others must have felt the same way, because they had confused expressions on their face.

Then Frond smiled and took his sunglasses off, revealing a single large eye in the middle of his forehead. It was the Cyclops. The exact same Cyclops from the restaurant.

'Run.' Orphis told the others, but he found large hands gripping his shoulder, stopping him from running away, and he saw that more Cyclopes guards were restraining his friends.

'And now,' Frond growled, 'It's time to get my sweet revenge.'

He attacked.

Naturally, they panicked.

They ran in different directions. Henry screamed and waved wildly with his spear. Selina tried to pickpocket the guards but realized that was pretty much suicide. Wendy had a go at tactics and was waving her arms around yelling, 'Hey Ugly! Come get me!'

Orphis was trying his best not to get torn apart, skewered, or stuffed into a garbage can, which he had experienced before for pranking the neighborhood bully who is able to make a grown man cry.

Meanwhile, Oliver was trying to protect his precious golden toilet plate from getting damaged. Apparently, he thought Frond and his Cyclops buddies were ruining his love life.

'Orphis!' David waved at him. 'We should try to blast these guys into ashes with some lightning bolts eh, brother?'

Orphis smiled, 'You're on! I take on Frond and you try to take on the guards okay?'

'Got it, captain.'

They both charged at the Cyclopes.

Orphis yelled at Frond, 'Hey Ugly! Come get me!'

Frond snarled and charged at Orphis.

'Hey! How come it didn't work for me?' Selina complained as if Orphis accomplished a trick on his computer that never worked for her, and not commiting suicide by distracting a Cyclops.

Orphis grinned, 'You can kill me later. Right now, I'm too busy getting killed by this ugly Cyclops over here!'

'AARRRRRRRGH! Me kill you!' Frond yelled.

Man. Orphis thought, This Cyclops sure needs some grammar lessons.

He dodged and summoned a lightning strike. Apparently, Frond learned his lesson from their previous encounter. He sidestepped clumsily and slammed into a tree and fell on his butt. Henry and Selina came charging in and stabbed at Frond, but Frond pushed them back and tried to get up. Then Wendy came in and finally got to do the karate kick she always hoped to do someday. Frond disintegrated to yellow dust.

Meanwhile, David was keeping Frond's fellow guards busy. As Orphis watched, he witnessed some sick sword skills. David wielded an awesome double bladed golden sword. David dodged and slashed and stabbed and summoned the occasional lightning. The six guards all fell dead around him.

The others all stared at him. 'How?' Selina demanded, dumbfounded.

David had not a scratch on him, except some bruises on his face.

He shrugged, 'Practice makes perfect, I guess.'

Nobody could argue with that.

Together, the demigods entered Porphyrion Resort.