Divided

So, I'm PenguinFace. Yes, I'm taking a break from humour and trying to write a Proper story. This is my first so please don't hate too much.

"You think you're a better warrior than me?" spat the girl "Ha, Comedy.

"This is a theatre of war, not a pantomime!" replied the boy ducking under the elegant celestial bronze blade slicing through the air millimetres above his head. He swung his less elegant sword at his opponent and she rose up her blade to block. But, he had a heavy strike and her sword went clattering to the jet black concrete with a clang. Then, with his deadly aim, threw an odd looking rope at the girl. It pinned her to the cracked red bricks.

"You could be a child of Hermes, Josh, because you steal so much from the Hephaestus cabin!" the girl moaned.

"Just because I'm younger doesn't mean you're the better fighter, Willow," Josh replied in a mocking tone. The sun was tinting the puddles a light shade of relaxing orange.

"Get me out of this thing!" Willow complained.

"Bye have a nice day!" he replied as he pushed open the door to the house they were 'borrowing'.

"So, Mist has failed, Mortals are trying to kill us and your more interested in Mario Kart to pay any attention to your sister hanging off a wall!" She moaned.

"Yes," Josh replied as he threw a strange contraption which probably would send fireworks into the sky saying 'Demigod here! Free of charge!'

Josh walked into the sitting room and plonked himself down on the red velvet sofa. He pressed the on button on the Wii and inserted 'Mario Kart'. He knew the contraption would release the ropes in a few minutes so he had to make the most out of this opportunity. Without further ado, his ADHD took control, he went on MII and gave his sister a red, yellow, green and blue moustache. Fab. Just fab. He looked around the sickly green walls and saw a picture of the previous family. He thought they had no taste in colours but a hot daughter. At that moment Willow decided to crash the party by throwing the most sophisticated and deadly weapon. A blue plastic hairbrush.

"I'm not Kronos!" he cried, throwing up his hands in surrender. Willow snorted.

"Pathetic,". Suddenly, gunfire erupted all around them and the picture of the 'hot' daughter fell to the floor and smashed. "Ready?" Josh asked,

"Always," replied Willow confidently.

A/N: Yeah… short chapter… I'm out of time, and don't really have the attention span to write anything longer! Expect longer chapters to come though! Hi, this is Storm here, and I guess I'll kind of be a beta for this story, so if you spot any mistakes; blame me! Anyway, try and guess who Willow and Josh's godly parent is!

Penguinface out!