Aaron
Hi. My name is Aaron Kealoha and I am a child of a nightmarcher. Nightmarchers are ancient spirit warriors. They once lived, but when they died, they turned into spirits and are technically gods. So, I am a demigod of Hawaiian mythology.
I found out when I was ten years old. I was in the middle of history class. All of a sudden, I heard chanting and marching and I looked out the window and saw spirit-looking warriors. One looked over at me and he looked like he was sorry for me. I didn't understand at the time, but I soon realized that it was my father. He quickly looked away and I decided that I was seeing and hearing things.
I found out that I probably wasn't when the spirits came through the wall five minutes later. They weren't like the war spirits I saw before. These were just spirits. They floated along and they didn't speak or even walk. Their feet never touched the floor and they couldn't speak.
I knew I was dead when the huge guy came through, too. Knowing my luck, they were after me.
The man walked up to me until we were face to face. He looked me right in the eye and said, "Not very threatening, but still a child of a war spirit. Take him, spirits."
The spirits came toward me and suddenly became solid. They grabbed my arms and took me out through the wall. Then, a chariot randomly appeared in the school lawn. They threw me in there, and hand cuffs and feet cuffs suddenly appeared on my hands and feet.
I didn't know why I was being kidnapped, but it was obvious: This man wanted me, because of my father, who I never knew. He said, war spirits. He was probably talking about the spirits I had seen right before he came. If one of those men were my father, he was probably trying to warn me about this man. And, if they were war spirits, they were probably trying to warn me of a war that might be coming up.
After what felt like an hour, I started to get tired. It probably wasn't an hour, but it definitely felt like it. Soon, I was falling asleep.
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When I woke up, I was in a huge cavern. There were spirits drifting all over the place. They were just like the ones that kidnapped me. They were now drifting along the floor, just like they were earlier. They were no longer solid.
I was obviously in a throne room. There was a large throne right in front of me and there was a large set of doors behind and to the right and left of me. The man was on the throne and he looked so at home, so comfortable and right in the throne that he was obviously in his throne and he was the king of wherever we were.
He looked over at me and said, "I guess I've been a little rude. My name is Kahōʻāliʻi. Sorry. I was a little busy trying to take you. Your name, please."
"Aaron," I replied. "I'm sorry. I was a little busy trying to figure out what the heck was going on!"
"Oh, yeah. I guess I never explained that, either. Well, you have figured out that one of those warrior spirits you saw earlier is your father, right?"
"Kind of."
"Well," he continued, "I'm sorry to tell you, but they are minions of Kū, the war god. And he is my mortal enemy. Or should I say immortal enemy? Because he's a god, and he definitely can't die."
"Okay," I replied. I was getting a major headache from all this spirit and god talk. "So who are you?"
"Oh. I already told you. I am Kahōʻāliʻi. I guess I should tell you that I am the god of the underworld. That's where you are right now."
I was speechless. For one thing, my father was a spirit. I didn't understand that. He was a spirit, not a god? I was in the underworld, which I thought was a little fictional. Of course, I thought that spirits and gods were, too. I wondered what else would happen on this crazy day. Of course, not much could happen if I would be held prisoner all day.
Kahōʻāliʻi then decided that he would throw me into a cell. He said, "Okay. So, now that we're done chatting, let's go put you in the cell with the other children of Kū and his minions."
Then, he threw me in there.
It was a little more than a cell. It was divided into ten rooms and each one had two to ten people in it. He threw me in one that already had four people in it. I went to the only bed left that wasn't occupied and sat on it.
The bed right beside mine had a girl that looked about thirteen. She had brown hair, about down to her shoulders. She literally had red irises on her eyes. She had a glint in her eyes that said if anyone messed with her, she would personally throttle them with her bare hands. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, just like a normal prisoner would. All the others were wearing them, too. I wondered when I would get one myself.
The girl looked over at me and said, "Hi. My name is Malia Kapahu. My father is a war spirit."
I grunted. "Mine too. Why does he want all these children locked up?"
She sighed. "Because we are children of war. He doesn't like Kū and the war spirits are Kū's minions. He and Kū are enemies, so he's kidnapped his children, because usually the gods use their children to fight."
"Well, I knew that the war spirits are Kū's minions and that he is enemy of Kū, because he told me. Still, we need to break out of here."
"Yeah, we really do. I've been here since I was seven. My mother has probably lost all hope." As she said this, a single tear traced down her cheek. Then, she turned real serious, wiped the tear off her cheek, and said, very determined, "Let's make a plan."