I was raised by preachers. I was taught that God was every where, that he would watch over me, and that he was the only god to worship. And to have some sort of goat boy come and tell me that I'm wrong? I was a little hesitant.
The church was my home. I was born in the bedroom above the organ pipes, I was taught at Sunday school and by all the ministers and nuns. My first full sentence was an excerpt from the New testament that father John would read to me every night.
When I was taken to camp half-blood, I was surprised to say the very least.
My entire life had revolved around God.
He had saved me, showed me light in dark places, and pulled me out of holes I couldn't get out of.
When I was claimed as a son of Apollo, I was even more surprised. The greek gods were alive in the twenty-first century? The myths weren't myths after all? I was amazed at the ignorance of my people.
Who could we have gone by and not notice that God didn't exist?
Chiron told me no to get into the metaphysical, by how could I not? My life was all about the metaphysical!
I felt like I had been betrayed. Like the life I had set up had just been yanked out from under me like a table cloth at some magic show.
My life was a lie, and I hated how that felt. The one thing that I had found was non existant, like smoke and mirrors.
Faith is tough when the odds are against you.
How could I belive that this was all real and that my life was nothing?
Faith. Ha. It doesn't exist, and all these campers could ignore it?
What was my goal in life if there was no heaven or hell?
Did I go to the underworld, like everybody said I would?
Doubt and denial was all I felt at camp.
And I hated it.
But that's what it was like. Ignorance from the others, and I am the one who has to pay attention.
Was I an instrument of God, or a pawn of human like dieties?
All I had was my stories.
But the good book could only take you so far.
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I'm not sure if anyone has ever thought of it, but what would It have been like for a believer to be thrust into the reality of the Gods? I hope you enjoy. And I only posted it the same night as when I finished my other story because I of my ADHD. Spell check is still screwed, so review.
