I'm running again. Running from them. My golden hair whipped in my face, and my white jacket billowed around me, slowing me down. But I was too late, and they caught me. I was flying. And I hated it.
We landed in a decent-sized square with a stage in front of it. In the area was at least three hundred other children with my blonde hair and grey eyes. My half-siblings. I stared as the women chasing me, the Furies, led me into the seventeen year-old area. I nodded at my siblings and stared at the stage.
Soon, a woman with my blonde hair and grey eyes strode up to the stage. Mother. She wore a dented set of Greek battle armour and had shackles around her wrists and ankles.
"Children, as many of you know, The Lord of Time, Kronos, has returned and, sadly, we have lost. The Titans have returned, and as punishment for our insolence, we have been forced to draw, or 'reap' two of our own children. They will then go into a battle for the death, until one is left standing. I'm sorry." She lowered her eyes, and walked over to a large grey-tinted glass bowl. She pulled out a slip and read the front.
"Alex Kindle." She said, searching the crowd.
It's a bad day to be me.
I'm writing this, and I'm looking for tributes. This is the form:
Name:
Age:
gender:
Godly parent (preferably the Olympians):
Personality (please be detailed):
Hair colour:
Eye colour:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skills:
Weaknesses:
Weapon of choice:
Fears:
History:
Other:
So, yeah. Let's get this story rolling!