Prologue

The class looked up as the door swung open and banged against the wall. Mr Smith stood in the doorway and looked around until he spotted the teacher. "The master wants to talk to you," Mr Smith said to the teacher.

"Do you always have to make a dramatic entrance and scare the hell out of my students?" the teacher asked Mr Smith.

"Of course I do, Charlie," Mr Smith answered, "now hurry up; we have to get Alex, Jess, Donnie and William." Charlie sighed, before pushing back her chair and stood up.

"Right class, you guys continue doing your work, I'll find someone to come supervise you," Charlie told the class and began walking towards the door.

"Miss," one of the students called out just as she was about to leave the room, "could you please try and get Mr O' Sullivan to supervise us?"

Charlie turned back around to them and smiled. "I'll get Mr O' Sullivan for you, I'll make sure he brings my faithful minions some sweets as well," Charlie told them and she closed the door behind them.

"Why do they like Mr O' Sullivan so much?" Mr Smith asked Charlie as they walked down the hallway and towards the staffroom.

"It's because he always lets them watch a movie when he's supervising them," Charlie answered, then looked at Mr Smith and grinned widely, "are you jealous?"

"NO!" Mr Smith protested, "I'm just wondering, when they have such a wonderful teacher, such as yourself, how they can look forward to having Mr O' Sullivan supervising them." Charlie laughed and looked at Mr Smith.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Charlie said. Mr Smith pulled her in for a one-armed hug and they continued walking down the hallway like that.

"Flattery, my dear Charlie, gets me everywhere," Mr Smith replied and they walked into the staffroom, and while Mr Smith went to go get Donnie, Alex, and Jess, Charlie went to go get William and Mr O' Sullivan.

"Will, Mr Daly wants us in his office," Charlie said to one of the teachers sitting at a table, and then turned to the man sitting beside him, "Liam, could you please supervise my class?"

"Sure, no problem, Charlie," the man answered, "what movie do you think they'll want to watch this time, then?"

"Put a Knight's Tale on for them," Charlie answered, "then tell them their homework is to write an essay about a person in medieval times, they can be rich or poor."

"Come on, Charlie," Mr Smith said grabbing Charlie's hand, "you too Will, we don't want to make Mr Daly wait any longer then he has to, and some of us have got classes to teach."

As the three of them walked out of the staffroom, they were joined by Jess, Donnie and Alex, and made their way out of the staffroom and in the direction of Mr Daly's office.

"Did you do your Irish homework, Charlie?" William asked, as they all walked together in a large line, blocking the corridor.

"Eh, no," Charlie answered, looking at William strangely, "I don't get Irish homework." William's face became slightly confused before turning blank, with his eyebrows furrowing slightly, and looked at her.

"So, what you're telling me is, that you didn't do your Irish homework," William said, and Donnie laughed slightly, recognizing that William was using the voice he always used on students who hadn't done their homework that he assigned them.

"Will, you don't teach her anymore, Charlie's a teacher here," Mr Smith said to him, smiling widely. A smile broke across William's face as he looked at Alex and Jess who were watching him worriedly, while Charlie and Donnie were laughing.

"You're such a jerk," Charlie said pushing William gently, "I thought you were losing your memory or something."

"I'm not that old!" William protested, "I'm only twenty-eight!" William gently pushed Charlie.

"So, Charlie what did you do this time?" Donnie, Jess and Alex all asked smiling at her. Charlie looked at them all with mock-hurt.

"Why do you lot always assume that just because we get called to Mr Daly's office it's my fault?" Charlie asked them.

"Maybe it's because they're nearly always right when they assume it's your fault," Mr Smith answered, and William began laughing, while Charlie glared at Mr Smith.

"Well, I don't remember doing anything this time," Charlie replied and Donnie opened Mr Daly's door, letting the girls go in first, and then the guys went in after them.

An elderly man in his late fifties sat at the desk in the room. He had white hair and warm brown eyes, he had a few wrinkles, betraying his age. He looked up as the door opened and smiled when he saw who was walking in.

"No need to worry, the sexiness has arrived," Donnie said to the man. The man chuckled at Donnie shaking his head slightly exasperated with Donnie, but amused at the same time.

"You're late," a voice said from behind them. They all turned around and grinned when they saw a man standing there.

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early," Mr Smith began. "He arrives precisely when he means to," Donnie finished.

"Lord of the Rings quote!" Charlie exclaimed, high-fiving the two of them. The man standing behind them face-palmed, while the others laughed at their friends actions.

"ANYWAY!" the elderly man exclaimed, getting everyone's attention, "The reason you're all here is because certain relatives of Charlie's wanted your help, now we just have to wait for them to arrive."

"Who are we waiting for?" Charlie asked. Four men suddenly appeared in the room, and Charlie groaned when she recognized them. The youngest of the four men pulled Charlie into a hug, while Charlie simply kept her hands at her sides.

"Why isn't my favourite little cousin hugging me back?" the young man asked, faking hurt. Charlie raised an eyebrow at him.

"Maybe, it has something to do with the fact that you want us to do a job for you, Apollo," Charlie answered. The man chuckled and let go of Charlie, then walked over to Alex and Jess before pulling the two of them into hugs, which the two girls replied to by hugging him tightly.

"You all know Game of Thrones?" the eldest of the four men asked, and when they all answered with nods the man continued, "Well some of the gods from Game of Thrones think that there's too much death, and they would like you lot to save most of these people."

"Is one of them Eddard Stark?" William asked. Alex and Jess looked at William surprised, and William looked back at them, smiling innocently.

"Yes, so will you do it?" the man asked. The group of friends all looked at each other, sharing looks, then looked back at the elderly man who nodded his consent with whatever they chose to do.

"'Course we will!" Donnie exclaimed, and the men's faces broke into relieved smiles, "Did you think we would pass the chance to save one of Sean Bean's characters?" The men laughed at Donnie's answer.

"Poor man's been killed in too many movies," Mr Smith said shaking his head, "will we have weapons with us?"

"Of course you'll bloody have weapons with you!" Apollo exclaimed, "Did you think we would let five Greek gods go into a land by themselves with no weapons, when they're supposed to be saving people's lives."

"Fair enough," the other teacher said, "so who gets what weapons?" The four men took steps to the side, to reveal a table behind them filled with weapons. Charlie immediately walked forward and picked up a black bow with a golden handle, along with a brown quiver full of arrows, a pair of twin blades, three small throwing knives and a small dagger.

Alex stepped up next, grabbing a large long sword. The handle was black with the hilt being silver, and there were many designs in the hilt of the sword. She also picked up a small knife, and stepped back to stand beside Charlie.

Donnie then stepped forward, and carefully picked up a scimitar, which had a black and silver handle and at the top of the blade there was a small bit of Arabian design, it looked a small bit like writing, before also joining Charlie.

Jess went forward with William. Jess took her long sword, the handle black and the bottom of the handle was silver. Where the blade joined the handle there were small bits of silver coming out at edges and curled in towards the blade. William picked up two swords, which were ever so slightly curved and the handles looked wooden, but that was just the design, they then went to join Charlie.

Mr Smith stepped up with the other teacher. Mr Smith grabbed the other bow on the table, the handle was complete wood and curved at different points, with many different designs carved into it. The other teacher picked up the last sword, the handle had golden pieces in it. They stepped back to Charlie and the others.

"Good luck, all of you," the eldest man said. The friends felt a burning sensation in their stomachs, before the room began spinning around them. "Charlie, try not to get hurt," the second youngest of the men said, right before everything went black for the group.