Jackie Pov
I wandered for a while before I encountered a small island with a ton of crushed statues. I figured f I was to be a nomad, I should live in places that were cool, right? anyway I settled down for the night right by this cool looking statue of a guy missing a nose. it was very Voldemort-esque. I was ready to sleep before I heard a banging. I followed the noise down to a small cove were grumpy looking satyr was yelling and throwing things at a centaur. Seeing the centaur start to reach for a boulder I shot ice at him and froze his hand.
"What the...?" the centaur started to say before I revealed myself to him
"Hey fugly! Pick on someone your own size! Or I'll turn you into a Popsicle!" I yelled watching as he ran away. He probably sensed my awesomeness and decided not to cross me.
"Hey kid! that was some nice shootin there" The satyr said coming up to me
"Oh, well, you know" I said getting shy
"Hows about I thank you for that. The names Phil. I could make you into a hero kid! I'm talking Achilles, Hercules, all the greats"
"Why would you want to do that?" I asked sensing an ulterior motive
"Because kid, I want to get my name and yours out there! you my one last hope!" He said. How could I say no to that? and so began an epic training montage, or at least in my head it was.
Phil
I'd given up hope that someone would come along
A fellow who'd ring the bell for once
Not the gong
The kind who wins trophies
Won't settle for low fees
At least semi-pro fees
But no - I get the greenhorn
I've been out to pasture pal, my ambition gone
Content to spend lazy days and to graze my lawn
But you need an advisor
A satyr, but wiser
A good merchandiser
And oohh!
There goes my ulcer!
I'm down to one last hope
And I hope it's you
Though, kid, you're not exactly
A dream come true
I've trained enough turkeys
Who never came through
You're my one last hope
So you'll have to do
Demigods have faced the odds
And ended up a mockery
Don't believe the stories
That you read on all the crockery
To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art
Like painting a masterpiece, it's a work of heart
It takes more than sinew
Comes down to what's in you
You have to continue to grow
Now that's more like it!
I'm down to one last shot
And my last high note
Before that blasted Underworld
Gets my goat
My dreams are on you, kid
Go make 'em come true
Climb that uphil slope
Keep pushing that envelope
You're my one last hope
And, kid, it's up to you