I am drawing blanks for ideas for the moment, so please bear with it. As I have stated in the last chapter, I am still busy doing stuff. Somehow, I don't always have time, and right now, I don't know what to do with the plot anymore. I know that it is quite pathetic that it's been only 3 chapters, and I don't know what to put in. My point is, please excuse me if I have a crappy plot from now. Back to the story then, this time, the protagonist receives a revelation . I have been studying swordworks for sometimes now, so that I could do a better battle scene. Might you comment on them?

A Shattered Past

Chapter 4: A Revelation

"Well, it'll take at least a couple of weeks to polish it and create a sheath till the sword is useable. Why don't you have this?" Arnold said, as he handed a sword in its sheath over to me.

"What's this?" I asked Arnold.

"A spatha. Originated in the Roman Empire, originally used in gladiator fights. Later on, became a standard weapon for heavy infantry. Replaced the gladius in the frontlines due to the longer reach. Measured between 75 centimeters and a meter. An easy to use and handy tool, if you ask me. Here, try the grip." Arnold answered, handing it over to me. I drew it, giving out a high pitched tone of unsheathing celestial bronze. It was a finely crafted sword, with sharp edges and a firm grip on the handle. I made a slow slash with it, and the weight of the blade was perfect, ideal for everything.

"Whoa…" I said.

"Created it myself. Would you like to try some practice swings right now?" Arnold said with pride. He has a wide grin on his mouth, his tanned skin reflecting off the flames.

"Afraid not. We have swimming next, so…" a Hermes kid said.

"Well, that's too bad… Hey, how about after beach time? It's free time, right?" Arnold offered.

"F-fine." I answered.

The next hour was a blur. I didn't have a set of clothes to swim in, so I stayed on the beach. Some kids were flirting with the… what did they call them? Nerieds? Yeah, the Nerieds. Another kind of water nymph. Some were going about swimming, but I was throwing javelins. For some reasons, I find it highly addictive to throw spears into the ground. Throw, pick it up, and throw again. Like golf, but with simpler sense. Later, the Hermes kids played a prank on me, which got me into the lake, with some help from the Nerieds.

After I changed my clothes, I went over to the Hephaestus cabin and waited for Arnold. He came out with the spatha and handed it over to me. I unsheathed it, and started out with a swing from it at a bottle of water, which was cut clean in half. Arnold offered to spar with me, and I accepted. I had my left foot forwards, and right foot behind at an angle. I had a round shield in my left hand, and the spatha in the right. Arnold used a triangle-shaped shield strapped to his arm, and a gladius in his right hand.

We circled each other for at least half a minute. Suddenly, he moved forwards and slashed with his sword vertically to the shoulder on my shield side. I slightly raised the shield, and counterattacked with a narrow-angled upward slash to the area of few inches at his armpit under his sword arm. He moved his shield and tackled my sword away with it. I side-stepped and regained my balance. I pressed my shield closer to my body, and charged. He tried to strike with a horizontal blow to my neck, but I knocked his blade upwards above my head with mine. I lowered my posture and raised it and tackled into him with my shield at full power, knocking him to the ground. Leaves were sent flying as he slammed onto the ground. His sword was sent away from his hand and onto the ground in the tackle. I got the tip of my blade right at the middle of his chest.

"I guess we're done." I said.

"Heh…" He said, and then grinned. "I don't think so."

That was when I noticed that his right foot was at my torso. He kicked with his foot, sending me backwards like a shove. I slipped over the pile of dry leaves and fell over. He was crawling like a gecko to his gladius. His hand was inches from its hilt. I stretched my feet out and kicked the sword, buying me time to stand up as he went for his sword. I took a few quick steps to him and slashed downwards, two-handed after I tossed my shield away. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and turned around just in time to block mine, but he was sent from a horseback crawling position to the ground, because he held his sword one-handed. I gave him a straight kick into his sword hand, disarming him. He was about to get up, but I stepped on his chest, and aimed my sword downwards right at the middle of his forehead.

"What about now?" I said.

"All right, all right." He raised his hands in surrender. I took my foot of him and sheathed the spatha, and then helped him up. He dusted his shirt repeatedly for a few seconds. "That was some seriously nice swordplay back there. Care to teach me some of them?"

"If you said the magic word…" I said, trying to sound serious. He laughed, and patted me in the back, which felt like a hit in the back, if you ask me. I picked up my shield, and walked over to the Hermes cabin. Apparently, I had more than half an hour left of free time. I was doused in sweat, so I grabbed my rucksack and pulled out a change of clothes. I put them on, and then walked outside. I walked away from the cabin, and Chiron walked over to me.

"We want you at the big house." He said, scratching his head, then galloped away. I jogged after him, and about a few minutes later, we were at the big house. The fireplace was crackling, giving out constant sound. The sun was already setting, the sky purple-blue. Dionysus was sitting on a chair, using a grey laptop. There was another man sitting in the other chair, drinking coffee. He has got a neatly trimmed, jet black beard and wearing a neat, expensive suit, a typical leather shoe. He has fair hair, and sky blue eyes, which looked gentle and serious at the same time. He looked like one of those typical businessmen working at an office. He took a sip, and set his cup down on the wooden table, with scenes from the old times carved on it. Somebody was standing behind him. He was also wearing a suit, but in shades, with a Bluetooth. He was wearing long trousers, and a couple of white gloves. He looked like an FBI agent, with a bald head.

"I'm a little thirsty." The man who was drinking coffee said.

"Yes, lord Zeus." The guy in shades said, then ran off.

Zeus? The god of the sky, one of the big three? The lightning god? Why was he here? From my recent memories, I understood that he was a very busy god, and does not leave Olympus to the mortal world for minor works, and, well, when he had a crush on mortals. Before I could say anything, the guy in shades came back.

"Lord Zeus, your nectar." He said. Zeus took a sip from it, and give him the hand gesture that meant "hold on for now." He walked over to me and placed his hand on my right shoulder.

"Son, I am your father." He said, in a still voice. Zeus was my father?

"Dad, you broke the oath and kept it secret?" Mr.D asked Zeus in disbelief. Zeus didn't reply.

"What's my name?" I asked him.

"I-I don't know." Zeus said, looking away. "The oath comes with consequences, even to immortals. The river Styx made you lose memory, and made me forget everything about you. I knew that you are my son, because you had those same, sky blue eyes."

As I said over and over again, I couldn't think of a suitable plot. I was not driven the same way before, and it is hindering my imagination. Anyways, please review. Thanks to anyone who have read my story. My other story, "The Freezing Death" is on hold, and I would like opinions if I should whether continue it, abandon it or finish it first?