He stood alone, facing an army of monsters.
"Go!" He yelled through the thunderous noise of the army. The satyr, guardian of the children he was dragging across the border of camp to separate them from their hero. The lone figure gazed at the monsters below him. The wind started to pick up, causing an arrow that was fired at him flying nearly horizontally away from him. Giving a war cry that would've made King Kong jealous, he dove into the sea of claws below him. For a moment it seemed like the monsters had won, but a circle of light bloomed from where the man had made his leap. He rose like the sun, a nearly blinding light shone through the darkness of twilight. He became a whirlwind of gold, monsters fell left and right, yet there were always more to take their place. The children and their satyr watched in amazement and fear as the young man destroyed the army gathered beneath the hill.l, but eventually all things must end. As the army surged around the half blood hero, for we can call him that now, he let loose an animalistic scream of pain before exploding a blinding white light that destroyed the entire army. The satyr ran to his best and only friend he had ever had after telling the children to run to the Big House and get Chiron.
"No, no no!" The satyr yelled to the heavens. "Why him! Why couldn't it have been me."
"Hey, buddy, I'm not dead yet."
"But, but..."
"I know I'm dying."
The satyr said nothing.
"Promise me one thing before I die." The man was coughing up blood now.
The satyr nodded.
"Make the children into heroes. They are our last hope. The gods, Western Civilization as we know it will come to an end if they die. But, please, you have always been my best friend. Tell Chiron he was a great teacher... Goodbye Spruce Boy..."
The great hero was dead.
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-The Budder Golem