The End of the World
The Semi-Demi-God brigade was lined up at the dead end of a street. The wind is blowing around in all their faces, leaves, trash, and dead animals were breezing around. They stood there with those model intense stares, even though there were rabbits, deer, and bears, whipping them in their faces. The earth jolted, but it barely threw the god descendents out of balance.
"The gods, they're angry" stated Wercy. "No it's really just a missy fit," Mercy replied matter-of-factly. "Guys, mommy's talking to me. She's saying that we should go punch the closest god descendent," What the hell said. She turned around and punched Annafell; she fell over and started crying in a fetal position. "Now that What the Hell's idiocy is over with, let's go get that trident back!" "What are you talking about Wercy? You're starting to sound like What the Hell!" replied Mercy shaking Wercy back into reality." To Vegas!" "What the Hell What the Hell!" Mercy was confused with the sudden shouting of an odd yet intelligent idea. "We should go, give us time to think about what's happening." As the Semi-Demi-Gods were leaving the earth shook again. The wind blew harder, the sky grew dark and the streets had water coming down on them from the skies. They escaped on a private jet just as the streets started flooding. Two hours later the daughters and sons of Percy and Annabeth arrived in Las Vegas. Las Vegas wasn't much better. There were frequent monsoons and thunder storms. They were threatening the world with the wiping out of the human race. Why would they do this? As everyone else ran to the Lotus hotel and Casino, What the Hell stayed behind and pondered some factors. The date, time, anything to get them closer to saving the humans. "The date! Guys the date!", screamed What the Hell. She had figured out why her granddaddy was ticked off. "What is mommy telling you now What the Hell?" said Mercy tauntingly while he was squirting Annafell over and over pushing her to the side with each powerless squirt. "Yesterday was Poseidon's, granddaddy's, birthday!" What the Hell explained. "Oh yeah, we forgot to send him a card!" Wercy remembered. They ran to the closest Hallmark store and bought a birthday card. They called up Hermes and told him to say he was really backed up. A few hours later the skies cleared except for a few clouds writing out," Thank you for the card!!!!" It seems that the end of the world is never really the end of the world. Now the end of the world would be Jamba Juice closing down the shops. Now that would be terrible.