Of Gods and Monsters
written by [offline]Rowan Blackthorn
Evie has always been... different. She's seen weird things, and doesn't know what to make of them; but it all changes when she gets attacked and is helped out of danger by an unlikely savior. (Percy Jackson fan fic)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Jake's story
Chapter 6
Jake told me how the Greek gods, the very same from all the myths, were real. Also, all of the monsters from those stories were true. Oddly enough, I believed Jake; this explained all of the weird stuff that had happened to me in my life. And like in the myths, the gods also sometimes had kids with mortals, which resulted in half-bloods, or demigods, like Hercules, for example. According to Jake, I was a demigod too, which is why the harpies attacked me.
“Who are you?” I asked him. “Are you a demigod too? And also, how did you find me?”
“Yeah,” said Jake. “My dad is Hermes. And as for how I found you, my sword,” he gestured to the backpack in the corner of the room, “has a stone set in the pommel that glows near monsters. It started glowing when the train you were on came, so I got on it. Then you ran to the next car, and it started glowing even more. By the time I got to the car, the harpies were attacking you, so I did as much as I could. Also,” he added, seeing me open my mouth to ask another question, “my backpack is actually a bottomless bag. I’ve got a scabbard sewn to the inside so that I can easily put my sword in there.”
“Huh,” I looked at the bag wonderingly. “But how do you demigods even live? Do you just constantly run from monsters all the time?”
“There’s a place we can go, to be safe,” said Jake. “It’s not too far from here, and we might be able to get there by nightfall if we leave now.”
“Sure,” I said, after a slight pause. I didn’t know why, but I felt that I could trust him. What he told me about the gods and all the myths being true seemed to make sense, and besides, it’s not like I had anybody here to miss me.
Jake looked at me, slightly surprised. “Don’t you have a family that’ll be worried about you?”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” I said sarcastically. “Let’s see, it’s me, my nonexistent siblings, my dead mom and grandparents, and my alcoholic dad who probably doesn’t even know I exist.”
“Oh,” said Jake, looking at me. “Well, I suppose we’ll go then?”
“Yeah,” I answered, looking anywhere but at him, not wanting to see the pity that was probably on his face. “Let’s go.”
“Who are you?” I asked him. “Are you a demigod too? And also, how did you find me?”
“Yeah,” said Jake. “My dad is Hermes. And as for how I found you, my sword,” he gestured to the backpack in the corner of the room, “has a stone set in the pommel that glows near monsters. It started glowing when the train you were on came, so I got on it. Then you ran to the next car, and it started glowing even more. By the time I got to the car, the harpies were attacking you, so I did as much as I could. Also,” he added, seeing me open my mouth to ask another question, “my backpack is actually a bottomless bag. I’ve got a scabbard sewn to the inside so that I can easily put my sword in there.”
“Huh,” I looked at the bag wonderingly. “But how do you demigods even live? Do you just constantly run from monsters all the time?”
“There’s a place we can go, to be safe,” said Jake. “It’s not too far from here, and we might be able to get there by nightfall if we leave now.”
“Sure,” I said, after a slight pause. I didn’t know why, but I felt that I could trust him. What he told me about the gods and all the myths being true seemed to make sense, and besides, it’s not like I had anybody here to miss me.
Jake looked at me, slightly surprised. “Don’t you have a family that’ll be worried about you?”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” I said sarcastically. “Let’s see, it’s me, my nonexistent siblings, my dead mom and grandparents, and my alcoholic dad who probably doesn’t even know I exist.”
“Oh,” said Jake, looking at me. “Well, I suppose we’ll go then?”
“Yeah,” I answered, looking anywhere but at him, not wanting to see the pity that was probably on his face. “Let’s go.”
