Sacrifice of Olympus

by GACarson

the story is set about 20 years after the giant war, where some evil demigods get ahold of the Ophiotaurus and this new group of heroes has to get it back. characters from the book pop up and help the heroes out but they aren't the main characters.

2. Chapter 2

I don't remember a lot of the stuff i did during my days but I remember this one thing went through my head a lot: my life sucks.

the reason I don't remember much is because from ages 8 to 12, my brain was still being affected by the mist. what is the mist? the mist is the veil that hides the natural world from the supernatural. I was going through that awkward transition from one world to the other. I just didn't know it yet.

my name is Brandon, and all this shit started one day when I was taking a long cut home from Stevens elementary school. I had missed the bus in detention and had to walk home. I lived in Seattle, WA, on Yesler and 23rd avenue, and all I could think about how much I didn't want to go home and see my mom on the floor, still hung over from partying. as my house came into view, it looked even trashier then usual. beer bottles were strewn about the yard and the trash can was on its side, spilling trash onto the street. toilet paper was strung across our house like cheap streamers.

"oh boy mom got the christmas decorations out," I thought sarcastically as I waited for the light to change. I just kept staring at the house growing more and more embarrassed that it was mine. soon my embarrassment turned to anger at my mom, but as I crossed the street, a funny feeling settled over me. the closer I looked at it, the more it looked like a break-in. the door was off its hinges and several windows had been broken. there was burn marks on the porch and the door.

as I stepped inside, trying not to make noise, a horrible stench crept into my nose. I had never smelled anything quite like it before. as I crept across the carpeted living room to the basement door, I noticed that small a small fire had erupted on the carpet. I took a water bottle out of my backpack and doused the flames. I could still smell the horrible stench, but now I was starting to hear something from the basement. someone was making a ripping, smacking noise, like a fat guy with a beard eating baby back ribs. it turns out I wasn't far off.

I began to slowly make my way downstairs, wondering whether I'd find some thieves or my mom down there and whether I'd want the latter or the former. in retrospect, I definitely would have taken the latter.