Suppressing: Prologue

Rain
''Suppress, according to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, means to put down by authority or force. Examples, the government tried to suppress the truth about that incident, he managed to suppress a scream at the sight of the dead body and blah blah blah...''

Rain Hastings read off the content of his phone. Unlike many demigods, Rain always kept a phone with him even with the stakes of monsters tracking him under the shade of a tree in the forest were high. He faces even more danger with the secret he keeps. Some people would say he just needs a friend to be there for him and listen to whatever problems and bull he has to let out. But that's exactly the problem. Rain can't have any contact with people, not that it was a problem or some sort, he was fine not talking to people. He was better off alone for the rest of his life.

"Now, Rain," he talked to his reflection on his phone, "here is your example of suppressing: Suppressing secrets. No one should ever know it, not even if there is that someone out there that could make you change your mind. Suppress it."

Rustling noises made their way to Rain's hearing. Rain's cool composure vanished in thin air as he sat up.

Someone isn't supposed to be here.

The rustling noises increased and Rain could've sworn he had seen a purple flash somewhere in the trees. Maybe it was just the dryads making fun of him for talking to himself. Or maybe it was the fact that someone was listening to him.

"I'm gonna get you!" Rain yelled, "Yeah, you hear that? I'm gonna catch you and it's not even funny!"

Rain muttered 'vlacas' at himself for talking to something that was probably just nothing but harmless animals.

''Yeah, harmless animals, right.... And I'm superman.''

Settling back to his previous pose and unlocked his screen to play some Flappy Bird to pass the time.

Unknown
''So close! Oh my gods, I was so close to getting in trouble.... Oooh, I just hope all those drachmas were worth this.''

But they weren't. It was obviously bad and not worth the money. Now watching the recently taken video, the videographer was now contemplating on whether to delete the video or not.

C'mon, it's just one click away!

The person's thumb was just a quick motion away from clicking the button that would erase the video from existence.

To click or not to click. The clock was ticking and the decision must be made, delete or not?

"Hey! Where's the video?" the culprits asked.

"It's uh... It's-it's is," the videographer stammered, "The video is....."