Son Of Fear:

As soon as things couldn't get any worse, my life was invaded by gods, monsters, and strange

powers I couldn't comprehend, the usual for a Saturday afternoon in Richmond, Virginia.

Well I should probably introduce myself, my name is Jet, Jet Holmes, and I'm a demigod.

All those greek myths you've read about, yep there true. The Olympians, Hercules, the minotaur, all real and living in the modern world.

My father is one of the lesser known gods, he is a son of Ares, and happens to be the God of nightmares and fear, you can imagine how jolly he is.

I'm one of only 3 children he's sired, so you'd think he'd love me right? Wrong. I guess the fact that i'm not completely insane and terrifying like his other children, Vlad the Impaler and Joseph Stalin, don't give me too many points in his good book.

The funny thing is I look exactly like him, shaggy black hair, hazel eyes, and a crooked smirk that makes one look like their either about to prank you, or complementing a way to kill you.

Anyway back to my story. It was December, 8th grade winter break had just started, and I was as exited and ecstatic as I was when summer came along, almost a foot of snow covered the ground as I walked over to my best friend's house.

Now a thing you should know about Connor before you meet him, he's been in a wheelchair all of his life and usually has a hard time making friends, and something odd I've noticed is that he always covered his head.

As I walked down the street i looked up at the bare pine trees encased in ice, the little kids having snowball fights, and think about my skiing trip, to bad i would never get to go on it.

I felt something wrong in the air, and I had the feeling I was being followed, so i sharply turned my head , but nothing was there.

It was already sundown and i was getting worried, not to mention I was 20 minutes late to be at Connors house, so I sped up until I was 2 houses away.

I started to jog, but then I looked up the hill and saw something absolutely terrifying, a dog was charging me, but this was no ordinary dog, it was as big as a bear it where eyes should be there were nothing except for black pits filled with dancing flames.

i franticly looked around for something to defend myself, so grabbed a fallen tree branch, but the dog just snapped right out of my hands before I could try anything. It charged me again but somehow I rolled out of the way just in time, and stabbed an ice cicle in its rib cage,I tried the maneuver again but I wasn't so lucky, his paw caught me and slammed me on the ground.

My head smacked against a tree and I braced my self for death,it stood up on its hind legs, trying to decide how it could eat me, but then I heard the menacing hound yelp as a bronze knife sprout from his neck, I watched in horror as he turned to a pile of ash. What shocked me even more was the figure behind the pile, it was Connor.

He was out of his wheel chair for one thing, but the most shocking part was that in the place of his feet were cloven hooves, and black goat horns were atop his head. 'You have a lot of explaining to do man!' I said. 'No time right now, ill explain on the way to the train station'. 'What train station?! What the heck is going on, I want answers, and I want them no-

I looked down at the tranquilizer dart in my neck, 'Son of a b- I passed out before I could finish my sentence.