Everyone does something stupid at least once in their lives ranging from forgetting to bring the house keys after your housemates say that they'd be gone for a while and would be locking every door and window, to taunting a monster and not making sure it's dead before hitting the road back to camp.

Unfortunately I was the latter kind of stupid.

Good news and bad news. Good news we got the bow and are a hop skip and a boat ride away from the safety of the barrier, bad news the bow made it easier for Oreo to track us down and probably think of a gruesome way to dispose of us. Note to self: NEVER EVER PARTAKE IN THE GODS' PERSONAL COMEDY OF DEATH. I'm sick and tired of being the clown in this stupid circus act that is over all pointless. I'm tired of having to run away from monsters who labeled me as an appetizer. Most of all I'm tired of being helpless.

"Um Hey you zoned out," mumbled Lucian snapping me out of my reverie

"Sorry, though you two should be resting. I'm keeping watch" I replied

"Mind if I ask you something?" he said slowly as if trying to gauge whether I'd get mad or not

"Go ahead kid but its your funeral," I shot back chuckling a bit

"How long have you been in camp?" He asked

"8-10 years. I lost track to be honest," I returned examining his face. It was the face of a lot of young campers who ended up thrown into this madness; fear.

"And how many quests have you completed?" he added

"15, but none of them were really important. They were just errands. Get this back, kill that, those kinds of things." I replied absentmindedly as I stoked the fire

"Will we come back alive?" he said solemnly

"I don't know, but I believe we would," I reassured patting his head "There is a reason why we are sent in groups. It's because freaks like us look out for each other and that's how we stay alive"

He stayed quiet for a bit and then let out a soft chuckle. "You know you're okay" he said before going back to his sleeping bag

"Go to sleep squirt we're leaving at day break," I reminded as I looked up to the stars wondering; is there really someone watching over us?

My mind drifted off to the concept of gods and the gods that we have now. Gods in any religion is a power capable of things beyond that of man. They are entities that people turn to in times of need and are all powerful. With that in mind I have always wondered why they needed people, lesser beings to do their bidding. IF they're all powerful then why do they thrive on the devotion of the people who are hardly a step up from the beasts. Why would almighty beings rely on fragile humans?

Nowadays man has made new gods to slave away for. Some serve money, power, addictions, work, among a plethora of things. It makes me wonder what will happen when men stop believing in the gods of religions and veer to the ideas of today where man no longer attributes things like the sun, the stars, the moon and such to gods. Perhaps this is why they're prolific. Perhaps this is why gods still make demigods like me.

They're just as afraid of what lies ahead when the last believer falls.