Post by Zeke Allen on Jul 10, 2008 23:53:34 GMT -6
Zeke glanced around at the arena he had found himself in. He let out a deep sigh as he made his way over to a bench near the edge of the arena. Everything was happening so fast. Sure he had known he was a demigod for a good six months but it was still hard to comprehend and what was even harder to understand was the fact that his father was the god of the underworld. How lame can you get? He thought to himself as he thought of his mom. Its not lame who he is... I would never call dad lame... I just think that its strange that he would fall in love with a mortician. Zeke sat down on the bench as his mind cranked out theories.
Maybe its not so strange. Maybe he smelled death on her and thats how she met him. But still why would it only be a one night stand. Zeke blinked as he wondered about his mother. He remembered something from when he was younger. He membered mom talking to a man every once in awhile but when he went to see her all he saw was her talking to the sink. Zeke groaned as he rubbed his face with his hands. He decided that it would be better not to think about it. He leaned back against the wall of the arena and thought about the other events.
He had meet Chiron and the blacksmith who had made his weapon. He was sure that the blacksmith thought the weapons was two dangerous for him but Zeke knew his way around a blade. He had been handling blades sharp enough to cut through a man with the slightest touch. But still he had to admit it was a very nice weapon even if he didn't have both of them...Yet. He lowered his hands and closed his eyes as his head rested against the wall.
Maybe its not so strange. Maybe he smelled death on her and thats how she met him. But still why would it only be a one night stand. Zeke blinked as he wondered about his mother. He remembered something from when he was younger. He membered mom talking to a man every once in awhile but when he went to see her all he saw was her talking to the sink. Zeke groaned as he rubbed his face with his hands. He decided that it would be better not to think about it. He leaned back against the wall of the arena and thought about the other events.
He had meet Chiron and the blacksmith who had made his weapon. He was sure that the blacksmith thought the weapons was two dangerous for him but Zeke knew his way around a blade. He had been handling blades sharp enough to cut through a man with the slightest touch. But still he had to admit it was a very nice weapon even if he didn't have both of them...Yet. He lowered his hands and closed his eyes as his head rested against the wall.
