Three Hellhounds, two Hydras, and one Scylla. I grip Ο Άγιος (The Holy One) and charge; my sword passes harmlessly through a mortal and goes through the left head of the Hydra. As soon as I look back, I know I made a bad decision—the Hydra regenerates two heads and charges. Fire and blood are flying through the air. The Hydra breaths fire and I roll. I use my shield and smack the Hydra in the head. The Hydra uses one of her heads to smack my shield and send me flying back fifty yards. 

I recover and charge, but this time I go for the Hellhound, and trust me, if you have never seen a hellhound then you probably don’t want to see one. They look just like a great Dane, except they are about the size of house and they are just a bit heavier than one too. I hit the hellhound in the mouth and make a quick roll to the left. I try a jab to the heart, but he’s quick and dives out of the way. I jump and aim straight for the Scylla which uses one of its heads to block my blow. 

I stumble and fall. I pass out. My eyes are open, but my body is still in the fight. I try to get up, but I am too weak to do anything. I fall and am caught by someone. I look up and realize that I am staring at my father. 

“Zeus,” I say, “is that you?”

“Yes, my child,” Zeus replies, “It is I.”

“Wh….Wh….Why are you here? What happened?”

“You left home and went on a quest again.”

“Oh!?” I say, “Is mom here?” I need no answer, for as soon as I turn around, I find my mother. “Hera,” I say, “how are you?”

Tears fill her eyes as soon as she sees me. “Promise you won’t go on a quest again! Please! Swear on the river of Styx! Swear!”

“I am a god,” I say, “an Olympian. I am Dionysus, the God of wine and madness! I should be allowed to go on quest.”

“I know what you are! But you are too young; you were only born last century!” 

“Silence!!! Hera! Dionysus! Stop arguing! Dionysus, your mother is right. You are a young God, but you are also the son of the mighty Zeus. Because of this I will let you go to training camp and train for the next century. If you manage to place first, or if you ask for forgiveness then I will let you fight monsters.”Meeting adjourned.” 

And, with that, my dad disappeared into thin air. 

“Mom, you know I hate training camp. You know the prophecy! “

“I know, but you know that prophecies always have a double meaning!”

“How can this prophecy have a double meaning?”

“Irrelevant irrelevant, my own son will not chicken out of training camp.”

“Fine!!” “But if I die then it is your fault”.

 With that I vanish. I appear at my best friend/brothers house. 

“Hercules!” “I say”

“Hey little brother, how are you doing?” ‘Why are you here?”

“Well…I am here because…well…… you know the prophecy right?” 

“Yeah” “says Hercules, it is this one right?”

“The next son of Zeus, whom gets out of camp, without a scratch. Shall be the one to stop the wrath of the Titan who shall has been lost in time.”

 ”Well…Zeus and Hera want me to go to camp!”

 I catch my breath and scream. 

“There is a way out of this brother.”

“Really?”

“Yes, all you have to do is get hurt once in camp.

 We wrestle (of-course he wins.) and say our goodbyes.

“Later I say.”

” See you soon he responds.”

 And so I am off across the streets of Olympus. I have lived here my whole life and are still amazed by the beauty, Streets paved in gold, light bulbs that only shine in your favorite color, there are stores everywhere. Some that sell videos while others sell the most exotic plants in the world like the onipytereas which is a plant that fights back when in combat mode so that you can train with it. There are many music shops which sell everything, oh and the streets have this magic spell so that when you walk you can hear any song you want, but everyone is not disturbed by it because only you can hear it. At the end of the street there is a palace which has twelve thrones on it, one for each god. The thrones are for:

Zeus, Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Apollo, Ares, Hermes, Hephaestus,

Aphrodite ,Athena ,Artemis.

 Hades has no throne, even-though he is the brother of my father and Poseidon.

 The thrones are placed in the shape of an U and each look different according to the gods’ need. I once tried to seat down on my fathers throne but got blasted to a million peaces. Good thing I can regenerate. I walk home and listen to “I will Survive” with some slightly different lyrics. Instead of saying I will survive, they say I won’t survive. Yeah! Just what I needed to cheer me up. I get home right before the “lights out” bell rings. Typhon is out there again and he wants revenge. So we set up a “lights out” bell which turns all the light in Olympus off. Welcome to training camp, a voice screams. You’re first challenge is going to be to defeat a monster which is pre-picked for you. Apollo’s children you are first. I close my eyes and are at a party, kids are running everywhere, I turn around and find a young man, Achilles screams to the little kids mother. Time to go! Fine, respond some of the kids. I open my eyes again and are called to battle.

I leave the tent, and appear in a dark and mysterious place, there are no Gods here, I notice. Only…Only…Titans! Release Typhon screams a voice so powerful I know it belongs to Cronus. I hear a creaking noise and turn around. A door the size of one of the hundred-handed ones is there. I gulp and grip my sword.

  block, attack, and repeat that is the rhythm my father used to defeat Typhon last time. The scene changes I can hear the Titans in the audience screaming but I see only darkness. 

“The winner is Typhon!”

 The audince scream, I scream. I know where I am know I am in the inside of Typhon. AHHHHHHH! I wake up and bang my head against the bedside table. (Gods like us can float so we can sleep anywhere.) 

“What time is it?” “I ask.”

 As soon as I say those words the clock next to me says it’s time to go to camp sir. 

“Shut up!” “Let me sleep!” 

“Sorry sir I have strict orders from your father.” 

Stupid Hephaestus why did I ask him to make me this clock! Outside of camp there is a congratulations sign that shines in gold letters and floats above the head of one of the minor Gods, another sign that says one more year closer to death with a winking face next to it. I am the only new camper here, I feel so…so lame. My first challenge here is to make a my own cabin, I sleep on the floor for a while, and are woken up by the sound of thunder (this is my father’s way of waking people up.)

“I am up! I am up!” “Anything else your highness?” “I ask.” Want me to rub your feet?”

 A voice that comes from the sky says. 

“Actually that last part about rubbing,”

“SHUT UP!” I scream, “SHUT UP!”

Hunting is our first class every morning, great I’ll have to get up extra early.

 I finish making my cabin and make myself sleep.

“Hello class” “says the teacher.”

“Today I will teach you kids how to hunt a monster.” “The first thing that you will need is a monster to hunt.” “Your first task is going to be to find a monster.”

“Are you not going to show us how to hunt one of the monsters first?”

“Of course not’!”

 Just then the teacher turned into a six headed dog and ran away screaming, you will never hunt me! And with that I passed out.

Waking up in the floor is not the the thing that you want to do in the middle of night, and you definitely never want to wake up in the middle of the night with a six headed dog on top of you.

I walk to the cabin that I made with sticks and rocks, and I crash in the bed. I dream about a girl that was being chased by a monster that has got seventy or eighty heads. The Hydra, I gasp, how did it grow so many heads? How? It…it..it is supposed to have a couple not a million. I grow uncomfortable and the scene changes, I am standing in the middle of the same arena where I fought  Typhon but this time there is no-one here. I look around and spot my father, 

“No it can’t be no!!!”

 I see my father but He has that smile, that smile, that one smile the one that people had when Kronos is controlling them. It can’t be. I wake up and notice that I am floating on top of my cabin. Great! I scream, just what I needed. I curse at my father and get zapped by lighting. I fall off my cabin and get up. I go inside my cabin and sleep on my bed I am waken up by my clock, this time the clock is singing happy birthday, happy birthday to you! 

“Let me sleep!” “Let me eat!” “I need food!”

 Just then I realized that I hadn’t eaten for a couple of days. (gods don’t really eat they get sacrifices which they use to feed themselves.) I look in my pocket and find a fresh bag of grapes and a bottle of wine, stupid mortals always give me wine I never get anything different. I walk outside and are missed by a lighting which hit a couple of inches to the left. 

“What do you want from me?” “What do you want from me?”

Another lightning is shot my way but is blocked by some water that was shot from a river. At least Poseidon likes me. Just then I an hit by a huge wave. I get up and walk to my cabin. I spot a couple more campers, but I ignore them, I walk straight past my best friend and head for the exit, I try to leave but there is a magical magical border that keeps me inside. I head for my cabin and lay flat on the bed. I take a deep breath and say the “magical” words:

“Oh father please forgive me”

As Soon as the words leave my mouth I hear thunder crackling above, I head for the exit, this time the magical boarders do nothing and let me by without a scratch, the dragon that was supposed to fight anyone that leaves camp without a note is hit by lightning and I am free. 

“No more camp!” “No more!”

The first monster that I fought after leaving camp was a rather small hellhound, around the size of a car, it charge, but I dodge with ease and made a quick jab to the heart, the monster lays on the floor for a couple seconds while it disintegrates.

I move quickly, I never stay in the same place twice. I never take a break. I have tasted monster blood and it tastes like glory. I have never tasted anything so sweet.

One night while I was looking at the stars I remembered the prophecy. 

“Oh!” “I forgot about the prophecy!” “nah!” “Prophecies always have a double meaning.” 

And so I sleep. I dream about the prophecy and how bad it would be if I really had to fight Cronus. I dream about my father, he is incarcerated, his troops were no where to be seen. I wake up and scream! 

“I must warn him!”

 And so i’m off, I disappear, disappearing is like going through a straw, your body feels like it is being pushed through a small space. I appear on Mt. Olympus, I look for my father but he is nowhere to be found, I look in the throne room and at my house, he is not here, not here. Ahhhhh!

I know why I must do! I run for the temple and get some of my dad’s lightning bolts, I exit Olympus and head straight for the underworld.

 Many people believe that the Underworld is going to be the most depressing place that can possibly exists, but it isn’t that bad, there are trees and houses for the death. Dying is not so much like torture it is more like staying alive but down here, the dead people have to work on the same job that they used to. They fund love and get married and have children. Sometime when a baby dies it’s soul comes to the underworld and is given to a family.

Tartarus is a horrible place it looks like an abandoned house, I enter through the door and there standing on a table is Zeus. 

“Father” “I scream!” “Father!” 

I run and hug him as soon as I touch him he starts to cry. His crying is unstoppable I whisper the words, let’s fight. 

“How can I fight?” “he screams!” “I don’t have my lightning bolts.”

“I brought you some!” “I say.”

 I untie him and give him his blots, 

“let’s fight!”

 And with that my father disappears. Great! Alone! Again! I see a shadow which then becomes a man. He looks just like my father, same black hair, same green eyes, I look into his eyes, and he looks into mine. Here standing in front of me is a man, just like my father, except he has a smile, I know that smile, Cronus I say. I charge but are slowed down it is as though as time itself is slowing down. It is says Cronus. I use my sword to pierce a hole where his heart is, but my sword just passes harmlessly through him.

Just then I hear the sound of the sea, and lightning, with a little bit of screams, just then Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades pooped up behind Cronus, go my child, let us fight him and send him back to Tartarus. I try to argue but are shoved all the way back to Olympus by a huge wave. I wake up, 

“I…I… Am at my house?” 

“Yes my son.” “says my father” 

“So it was all a dream?”

” Of course not!”

” How?” “How did I do?”

“Oh you were excellent,” “you know, mortals are already making stories about you.”