The Bane of Olympus, Chapter Two

Set Hegab walked out into the sunlight, hands folded behind his head. He closed his eyes and drank in the sunlight as he moved away from the so-called Big House.

Set hated council meetings. Ever since he'd been elected as the DemiTitans representative to the Demigod camp, he'd been bored out of his mind by the constant bickering around that pathetic ping-pong table. So what if the Athena campers didn't like the way the Ares campers fought? So what if Hermes cabin didn't approve of Hecate cabin's use of magic during capture the flag? In battle you used whatever advantages that came your way, and made use of your every ability.

He had grown up with that knowledge, and the many scars on his body, including the one going from right temple to left jaw hinge on his face, were testimony to that.

Set plunked down on one of thebenches in the common area, unstrapped the guiter on his back, and began to play. After a few chords of "Kokomo," by the Beach Boys, the red guitar morphed into a giant seven-foot-long broadsword. The blade was as red as a flaming ruby dipped in blood, and was a light as a switch in Set's hand.

Around him, several of the campers inched away as the sword came into being. Set was nortorious for fighting dirty, and he still wasn't trusted at this Camp.

He gazed at his blade, checking out his reflection. He was of Egyptian descent, so his complexion was a pleasing chestnut color. His yellow eyes were piercing. He had a pointed chin, and a prominent nose. His scar was stark white against his dark skin tone. The image reminded him of his twin sister, April.

Titans, he missed Mouth Othrys. There, things were structered, but everyone was happy. Nearly all of the DemiTitans were orphans, since their mortal mothers rarely survived birthing a DemiTitan. Despite that, the were a tightly knit clan, and their was a sense of purpose in the air. The tunnels on the inside of the mountain echoed with the sounds of primal music, wrestling bodies, and feasting. The torches on the cavern walls were perpetually lit by Hyperion's fire, and it was Set and April's duty to oversee the training of the younger ones that would one day allow the Demititans to banish their fathers forever, so that no more kids would be orphaned by them.

Set shook himself, then got up and went to the training arena to see if there were any unlucky demigods who would cross blades with him. As he walked, he noticed the campers watching him as he went. In defiance, he squared his broad shoulders, lifted his chin, and allowed his long legs to keep moving.

Guywithafedora: The Voice of Reason, Master of Words, and He Who Likes Cats 20:56, July 10, 2012 (UTC)