This story is presented by iWrite Co. DO NOT post on this thread! A feedback thread will come later. Summary: Demigod Hector Daniels is the last hope for the 12 gods of Olympus. He has come up with an ingenious scheme to quiet the minor gods from their now growing rebellious activity. But Hector isn't the only one with a scheme. The minor gods are becoming more clever with every move, and their demigod children are helping. The day Hector must present his genius scheme to his class, Hector doesn't remember anything. With the on coming war approaching and Hector not remembering his plan for victory, the Olympian gods will not stand a chance.
Chapter 1 (Part 1): A Change in Environment Hector woke up with a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach and blinding headaches. The worst part of the situation was he didn’t know who he was, where he was, or why he was where he was. He found himself with his head laying on a white marble table and looking down at his wrists he found severe rope burns on each hand. The more he looked around the even more confused he became. Hector found himself in a Greek temple surrounded by dozens of other children about his age, thirteen. Each person was sitting at his or her own desks with a partner; acting like this was an everyday thing. Looking to the very front of the temple he saw a man in his late twenties giving a lecture on the Trojan War on a giant chalkboard. Looking to his left he found a girl sitting next to him furiously writing down notes on the war in perfect cursive. To his right, he saw one boy sharpening a knife on the marble table, apparently not listening to the lecture, and another boy listening to music on an iPod. Where the heck am I? He thought, followed by: Who the heck am I? “Hector!” the man up front called. “Please give us your genius battle plan even Athena would be proud of.” All eyes were on him now. Thoughts began to roll into his head: Athena? Who the heck is she? There’s a battle coming? Is this supposed to be a school? An unpleasant feeling in his stomach began to grow and another thought popped into his frazzled brain: What did I have for breakfast? “Hector?” he repeated, gesturing him up to the front of the temple. He stayed as still as the marble columns keeping the roof up on the temple. Hector. He repeated to himself. Total recall followed soon after. He remembered his birth date, his favorite food (anything with meat,) his favorite colors (yellow or electric blue,) and his family. He remembered his mom but he knew he never had a dad. What he didn’t remember was all of that day and why he was in this school, as he decided to name it. A slight nudge from his partner made him come back to present day. “What are you waiting for?” She asked. “Get up there.” The teacher, as Hector decided to identify him as, gave a deep heavy sigh and began to speak again. “Sonya, why don’t you give us your strategy?” Sonya gave a wide perfect smile. “Gladly,” she said as she skipped to the front of the room. Passing the spot where he sat, she gave him a triumphant smirk and eyed him with gray eyes. Gray eyes?
Chapter 1 Part 2 “The Trojan War,” she began, brushing a purple highlight out of her eyes. “The Greeks were very clever in the act of hiding in a wooden horse, but what if we could incorporate that into a modern twist.” Looking around, Hector found a few kids writing down notes while others continued to do what they have been doing since he had woken up. I need help. He realized. Looking to his right, the boy who was still sharpening a knife suddenly turned to him, his eyes full of hatred and his brows turned down. All in all, he looked evil. Past him, the other boy was still listening to music and was now bobbing his head in time with the song. To his left, the girl next to him was still writing furiously. In the front of the classroom, Sonya continued to give her presentation now drawing a very intricate layout of a battlefield. He nudged the girl next to him to ask for help. Only to his dismay, he nudged her writing hand a bit too hard and caused her to draw a long line on her perfect notes. She glared at Hector angrily for a few seconds, until she cooled down. “What was that for?” she whispered, trying not to interrupt Sonya’s speech. “I don’t know, but I need help,” he whispered back, desperate for an appropriate answer. The girl didn’t move for a while, as if she was thinking. “Ouch!” he exclaimed as she flicked him in the forehead. “Suck it up demigod,” she said angrily. Demigod. Half human, half god. Hector’s eyes widened as he realized he knew that word. “I’m serious. I don’t remember anything.” Hector whispered to the girl as she began to clean up her notes. She sighed, as she put down her feathered pen. “Okay, fine. I’ll help.” She said. “Thank you,” Hector replied, smiling happily. A repulsive look suddenly spread over the girl’s face, but as quickly as the look came it went. “Who’s he?” she asked him, pointing to the boy sharpening a knife. Hector was lost for words. “A guy who escaped from boot camp?” he tried. The girl looked at Hector quizzically. “If you’re trying to pull something Hector, it’s not working.” Hector stared at her blankly and apparently confused. “Hmm,” the girl hummed looking around the room. “Do you know what you did to him?” she asked pointing to a crippled boy in a wheelchair. “Who’s he? And why would I do anything to a guy in a wheelchair?” Hector asked. The girl frowned. “You electrocuted him yesterday and ruined a machine he was working on.” Hector was shocked with himself as he looked at the poor boy. “That’s not why he’s crippled is he?” The girl shook her head and moved on. Her eyes landed on a girl sitting to the left of her. “If you’re not kidding, I bet you couldn’t even stand looking at her,” the girl said smugly as she pointed to a gorgeous girl who was applying makeup. Hector looked at her and came to a blank. At that moment she glanced at him and smiled a dazzling smile. Hector felt his pulse go up a notch. “Ouch!” he exclaimed for the second time that day. Immediately he came out of the trance with the girl and looked accusingly at his partner. She frowned and a look of worry formed in her eyes. “Do you know who I am?” she asked. Hector looked her up and down. She was very pretty with pale blue eyes that were close to white. Her wavy, bleached blond hair was at her back, and for a very slim and delicate figure she seemed very lean and muscular too. He also realized she was wearing a lacey whitish tunic and a silver laurel wreath. As pretty as she was, Hector came to a blank and shook his head no.
Chapter 1 Part 3 The color from the girl’s already white face paled to an even lighter shade as she looked Hector up and down with an anxious, worried look in her eyes. “Thank you Sonya for your presentation,” the teacher said, a tired look on his face. “Hector, please come up and share your battle strategy,” he said moving aside so Hector could have the floor. “Help me,” he whispered frantically to his partner. In response she shrugged her shoulders in a nearly invisible movement and continued writing notes as if nothing happened. “Hector,” the teacher said again. The girl to his left passed him a small note with only four words written on it in near perfect cursive. Just go. Trust me. He looked to the girl with a questioning look in his eyes and she gave a brisk nod in response. “Hector, the floor is yours,” the teacher said gesturing to the empty area in the front of the room. Drumming his fingers nervously, he stood up rather clumsily and knocked his chair over. A few of the members of the class giggled at his actions. “αμάν,” the teacher said in fluent Greek rubbing his temples where a headache just blossomed. Oh boy. Hector mimicked as he collected his chair in his arms. And then another thought: I know Greek? Pushing his chair back into the marble desk, Hector found his chair much different from everyone else’s. All the other students basically sat on marble cubes with a large slab of stone for the back of the chair. Hector’s chair was made of dark metal and stone, the stone being obsidian. The seat of the chair was like an interwoven net and the back of the chair was a large piece of obsidian carved with intricate pictures of what looked like a river. The arms of the chair were made to look like bones and so were the legs of the chair. But no one seemed to notice.
Chapter 1 Part 4 Pushing his chair back into the marble desk, Hector found his chair much different from everyone else’s. All the other students basically sat on marble cubes with a large slab of stone for the back of the chair. Hector’s chair was made of dark metal and stone, the stone being obsidian. The seat of the chair was like an interwoven net and the back of the chair was a large piece of obsidian carved with intricate pictures of what looked like a river. The arms of the chair were made to look like bones and so were the legs of the chair. But no one seemed to notice. Shaking off the appearance of the chair, Hector walked to the front of the room in a jittery manner, trying to figure out what he would actually say. The battle that seems to be coming, he would start off, is apparently a growing issue. But together we shall rule! Ending it that would seem like a logical way to cause fewer problems. And if he got lucky, it might excite his audience and give him a chance to slip away. “Everyone,” the teacher announced, “pay attention to this. Hector’s plan can save all of our lives.” At the front of the room, Hector stood doing nothing except for shuffling his feet and clearing his throat as if he was getting ready for his life or death speech. Not only do I have to make a speech, he thought, but now I have to save fifty or so lives. Yeah, no pressure at all. He smiled at himself; happy to know he had his quirky sense of humor. “Any day demigod!” an abrasive girl yelled in the front row. “Hush up Dalena,” the teacher said, quieting the now pouting girl. Hector was sweating profusely out of nervousness. Taking a quick glance at his partner she looked back at him and did a brisk nod. Here goes nothing. He thought negatively. At the precise moment he opened his mouth, Hector got a lucky break. The loudest clap of thunder filled the temple and the brightest flash of lightning alighted the sky. Instinctively, Hector ducked down covering his head as if the rood of the temple would collapse. A few girls screamed and some hid under their desks. Only his partner stayed completely calm. “Δίας δεν είναι ευτυχισμένος,” the teacher said cowering in fear of the thunder and lightning. Zeus isn’t happy. Hector translated naturally as if it were the easiest thing in the world. “Everyone out!” the teacher yelled as the wind began to pick up. Gladly. Hector thought as he ran out of the temple with the rest of the students.
Chapter 2 Part 1: Till Death do me Part The storm seemed to subside as everyone evacuated the building. A few kids were conversing among themselves about the strange thunderclap and lightning bolt. And while they were conversing almost everyone glanced at Hector. Still a bit shaken by the occurrence and the nerve-wracking stares, Hector was out of his comfort zone and was frightened by even the slightest of movements. “Ahhh!” Hector screamed as a hand landed gently on his shoulder. “Calm down boy,” the teacher said calmly as he retracted his hand. He furrowed his eyebrows when the usually cocky response didn’t come. “Anyway, I’m eager to hear your battle strategy today.” The teacher said as he walked away to gather his students. Hector stood like a sitting duck, struggling to figure out what he would say. Then, out of nowhere his classroom buddy intervened with the teacher. Hector walked a few steps closer to drop in on their conversation. “Mr. Trayton,” she began, “I feel it would be appropriate for the whole class to have a well deserved break.” Mr. Trayton, as she had called him, furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion. “And why would you say that Selene? You’re always the one eager for class.” The girl, Selene apparently, rambled on. “The class has been working very, very hard on each of their battle strategies. I even think the Hermes and Aphrodite demigods are working.” Mr. Trayton looked over at the Hermes and Aphrodite children. They did seem less ignorant than usual. “Okay Selene, as you wish.” He agreed as he went over to the students to announce the break. Hector jerked his head up to the gray colored sky as if he had been staring at it for the past four minutes. “You were eavesdropping weren’t you?” Selene asked calmly. Hector turned to her and looked at his shoes that were mysteriously covered with ash and a little scratched up. “Yeah, I was,” Hector admitted reluctantly. He hated to admit the truth, but for the fact he didn’t remember anything he figured it would be easier to come clean. “Oh gods thank goodness,” Selene said relieved as she came to give Hector a hug that would’ve suited a bear. A few people stared at the couple and gossiped among themselves.
Chapter 2 Part 2 Selene instantly released, blushing as red as a cherry and Hector looking like a tomato. “You’re still your self so that’s good,” Selene said brushing off the wrinkles in her tunic. Hector was confused and ran his hand through his dark brown hair, which happened to still be spiked up. “What do you mean I’m still myself?” Hector asked stuffing his hands into his pockets. His hand gripped around something smooth around, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Gumballs probably. “What I mean is you still have your personality,” Selene said smiling. Hector looked out into the distance. The rocky geography of Greece made everyone look like mountain goats as they climbed over rocks and watched their step, some doing better than others. “I don’t remember anything so it doesn’t even matter,” Hector said slumping down on a nearby rock. Selene sat next to him thinking hard. “What do you know so far?” Selene asked, adjusting a necklace she was wearing. “Do you know where we are?” “Greece,” replied Hector, kicking a tuft of grass that was near his foot. Selene sought her brain for another question. “Do you know what we are?” Hector scratched his head thinking of a reasonable answer. “Demigods,” he replied instinctively before he could finish thinking of an answer. “See Hector.” Selene began, “Who cares if you have no memory. You still remember what’s important to survive here.” Hector stopped playing with the tuft of grass, which was now a large clump. Clenching his fists tightly he stood up quickly from his rock leaving Selene sitting alone. “I care if I have no memory Selene!” Hector yelled angrily at the wide-eyed girl. “I don’t remember anything! I don’t know where I am, what the heck I’m doing here, or who you are or anyone else!” Selene paled and her face was nearly as white as her tunic. “As far as I know this could all be a dream!” Hector quivered with anger and frustration and was oblivious to anything else around him. A familiar voice then came out of the blue, yelling at him. “Hector! Duck!” Mr. Trayton yelled urgently waving his arms wildly. Turning around he saw an arrow coming straight for him.
Chapter 2 Part 3 Frozen with fear of the coming arrow, Hector couldn’t move his feet. All of his life as he remembered it flashed in a montage inside his brain as the arrow seemed to come closer. One more frantic thought came into his brain before the unspeakable happened: I’m going to die. The arrow’s tip was sharper than an eagle’s talon and was soon going to be part of his head. The unspeakable happened soon after. Hector hadn’t noticed Selene wasn’t sitting on the rock anymore, and before he knew it, Selene gave him a mighty shoved that brought him out of the path of the arrow. Instead, it brought him into the path of a rock, which his head hit. Unconsciousness came soon after. Selene made a graceful grab for the arrow and made a very strong attempt to catch it from the air. “Ω, δεν,” she muttered, as she missed the arrow by a centimeter. The arrow impaled her in the abdomen. Collapsing to the ground, she laid on her side, crippled by pain. “Oh no,” Mr. Trayton whispered, using the exact same words Selene muttered before she was struck. “Selene!” a few demigods yelled when they saw the situation. Almost immediately, a crowd formed around the bleeding girl, while Hector was left still unconscious on the rock. “Get me children of Apollo now!” Mr. Trayton yelled fiercely at the growing group. Instantly the group scattered, looking for children of Apollo. Mr. Trayton gently picked up Selene with the arrow still implanted in her. She was getting very pale and her breath was faltering. “Dear gods help her,” Mr. Trayton prayed silently as he carried her into the temple/ classroom. Everyone had forgotten about Hector as all the demigods put their efforts into finding children of Apollo and tending to the slowly dying Selene. Everyone forgot about him, except for the person who shot the arrow.