The Dimming Fire: Chapter 3

Evan's POV

I sat on my bunk in the Athena Cabin, getting ready to go. As I laid on the top bunk, Thoughts swam across my head. Hestia, had been taken, and I had to rescue her? But why me? And it said a Norse was behind it. Did that mean god, or just some Norwegian guy? Nah, it was a god.

I hopped off the bunk and pulled out the water polo bag from under the bed. I stuffed three changes of clothes, a flash light, and most important of all, Stoicheo, my Greek Spatha, only as long as my arm. And when I needed it, it could burst into any of the four elements.

ND!!!