Travis's POV:
I was actually having fun playing football with my son Ethen, that was until the hellhound. Luckily my sword was outside (only gods knows why). Of course I was having trouble explaining to Ethen that this hell hound was not friendly like Mrs. O'Leary. " No, Ethen this is not a fluffy puppy like Percy's dog" I tried to explain to Ethan avoiding the hellhounds sharp teeth . "But, dad! He's sooooo cute". "Uh, yeah kinda" I said as I got an unexpected hair cut via the monster. "How about you go inside and get, uh, ice cream, yeah, ice cream. I'll come inside after I, uh, mow the lawn, yeah, mow the lawn". "Did you say ice cream?" Ethen looked up at me hopefully. "yes, now go inside" I replied sternly. "Bye puppy" he shouted running into the house. From the backyard I could hear Ethen telling Katie about the ice cream he was supposed to receive. Thank Hermes I wasn't the one telling him we were out of his favorite flavor. I was snapped out of my day dreaming to look up at a very hungry hellhound. Yeah me, 15 minutes tell the party and the only thing between me and the car was a monster, a very large monster…