The son of wind itself

� This is about, Danny Nelson,� the son of Aeolus, a minor god, king of winds. Yes, I know that I already started a story, but I wanted to make this one. PG-13 for violence and language. It's still a work in progress so bear with me

Chapter 1: Normal Day...right?
The bell rang and Danny exited his classroom. Dyslexia really sucked. The sub totally picked on him, even though his friend Ron had spoken up for him, saying he had Dyslexia, but the teacher didn't care. She wrote a line from Shakespeare and told Danny to tell what it meant. Like he knew. Like he could even READ it. Danny grabbed his stuff from his locker and headed to gym. Greg was such a jerk. He was always captain, and they were playing (you guessed it) dodgeball. And (again you guessed it) Danny and Greg were on opposite sides. Greg grabbed a ball and headed straight for Danny. The ball was going so fast, and somehow Danny dodged the ball. He looked around to grab it, but there was just a large black stone. "What the hell?" Danny exclaimed.

"That's right,� Son of Wind." Greg shouted. Except, he wasn't Greg anymore. He was a strange bull man. Giant rocks had replaced the dodgeballs. "Stand down, and I will eat you quickly." There was a whizzing noise, and an arrow stuck out from the bull man's leg. Danny looked around. Jon was there, holding a bow, another arrow ready. "I'm terrible at this..." Jon mumbled, as he shot again. The bull man now had an arrow sticking out from his shoulder. Danny ran forward, grabbed the bow from Jon and instinctively shot an arrow. There was a roar, an arrow sticking out of it's heart, but it kept coming. It bowled Danny over, and his last sight before he blacked out was it falling over and Jon hurrying over to him. "Danny!" Jon's voice said.