The Traitor Saga

"The Gods see us as tools, to be used and discarded... but they do not know that it is the sharpest tool that is the most dangerous, and what they don't know... can hurt them." -Will Marcus

For untold thousands of years, the olympians have reigned over the collective body of mankind, using as tools their own children, to weed their perfect gardens.

But Olympus is nearing a battle greater than anything she has ever known.... for her own shadow, will be her bane.

The Camp
Will opened his eyes to the sound of hard rock.

He growled in anger and with instinctive reflexes, reached for his spear and threw it at the source of the disruption. There was a sharp sound and a shriek, and the blaring noise abruptly ceased.

Will Marcus was a demigod, a son of Ares. He was seventeen years old, tall and muscular like most of his siblings, his red hair long and wild. His eyes were a cold, white blue, glimmering with menace. As he opened them and surveyed the ugly red room, none of his brothers and sisters met his gaze.

He got up slowly, walked over to the laptop now impaled with his spear, and retrieved it. The spear had once belonged to Clarisse, the former Counselor, before she died on duty. Will did not like her, but respected her, and honored her by using her weapon so it may continue to sing tales of blood and gore, although he had had the electric enchantment removed. He considered such subtleties distasteful.

Now, he levelled the dead Camper's weapon at his nineteen years old half sister, Joane Crumbs, a tall, wiry blonde with tattoos covering her scant covered body.

"Damn it Will, get that stick outta my face!" She said in a southern accent, her voice tense despite her bold words.

Will snarled like an animal, touching her throat with the spear point. "You give no orders around here, sister. And I have informed you, that do not play that horrendous mess you call music when I am resting. Now I have informed you twice, so there better not be a third time!" He growled, a faint British burr in his words.

She nodded as best she could without impaling herself on the spear point, before Will nodded contentedly and pulled it away. "Now, come. We have to get to the dining hall before last place, for I don't fancy spending my time cleaning up the crap around camp."

He led his cabin mates to the Ares table, where they were only few minutes ahead of the Hypnos cabin, which was almost embarresing, seeing the half asleep Hypnos kids.

Chiron announced the soon coming Capture the Flag, to great applause, and then lead the usual toast to the Gods. And as everyone lined up to scrape portion of their food into the braziers, Will threw in a singular piece of apparently raw meat into the fire, smiling at his little victory.

Soon, his time would come.