I always assumed that my life couldn't get much worse, that was until I found out that I was a Demi-God. Worrying daily about if your house was going to get blown up is nothing compared to having acid being spat at your face being an actual event that could happen in your day to day life. Oh how rude of me, I don't think I introduced myself. The names Harry Grant, born and bred in London and I just turned 16. Now most people celebrate their birthdays with cake and inviting their friends over but with the current rations and my general lack of friends I doubted it would have happened. Didn't stop my mum from trying. I love my mum dearly but if it wasn't for that bloody cake I doubt any of this would have happened to me.
According to the radio the time that the bombers were supposed to come was at night time, they gave some reason about how the night gave them cover and they'd be less likely to be shot down, I don't think they told the bombers that though.
I was on the way back from picking up our weekly rations, the shop owner knew it was my birthday and threw in a few extra eggs and a few kisses for my mum (Always the charmer that bloke) then the bombs started falling. The problem with bombs is that you can hear them way before you can see them. They make a very particular sound, just like someone is whistling right into your ear, slowly getting louder and louder. The only difference is that a normal whistle doesn't end in a bang (most of the time anyway)
The first few bombs landed a street away causing rubble and dust to blow up into the air, reducing the vision to less than a meter in front of my face. I moved forwards a bit, towards the direction I thought was home but the blast had disorientated me, I had no clue which way was which.
A bit of the dust cleared In front of me, revealing an alley way that I recognised. I ran towards it still clutching onto the rations I had gotten earlier, if I lost these I wouldn't be able to get more no matter the circumstances. I rushed down the alley way, following the twists and turns until I reached a court yard. Then I saw what would change my life forever.
In front of me stood the most giant man I had ever seen, standing at almost two meters in height and almost as wide as a phone box. He stood over two children, one of them pass out with blood running down his face and other trying to feed him small squares of food. I didn't notice this until afterwards but for some reason it looked like they were wearing armour like gladiators would have worn
The giant man looked as if his patience was wearing thin, he raised his hand, in which he was carrying a large piece of wood that looked more like the tree itself than a branch, and he raised the tree above his head about to smash it down on the two children. In a moment of brilliance I did the only thing that I could have done. I threw an egg at his head.