A Hero Was Born: Chapter Two

As his mom went outside to water her plants, Wake uncomfortably looked out the window. But a strange feeling occuring in his mind. The clouds looked like symbols like they were trying to. . . . contacting him? OK, freak-out time. Wake closed the curtains and turned-on the TV. Nothing. Static was all that remained on the screen. Wake found his mother downstairs, staring at the phone as if the man she was talking to was right there. She looked at her son

"Wake, your father . . . ", her voice began to falter. Wake, not wanting to take the chances, decided to leave, but his mother held him back.

"H-he . . . was a good man. Before - before . . . ." She was having an etremely difficult time explaining. I urged her to stop talking about it to avoid seeing her cry (it's not pretty), but she eventually told me the whole story without crying, to my biggist shock.

"Your - your father was, a Greek god. H-he . . . had a relationship with m-m-me . . . and you came. H-he . . . . promised no harm would come to you invol-involving gods, but he . . . . . . . he lied." It was hard to let that sink in, but with the suprise thunder boomin outside, Wake was determine to jump into a cab and drive outta here. His mother must've been thinking the same thing. She hugged him and said,

"Meet me in the car in no less than 10 minutes. Bring all you have." Wake ran to his room and grabbed everything: his two energy bar, his DS and two games, his IPod, and his Laptop. He stuffed them into hi school backpack, and grabbed the last thing he needed the most: a celestal bronze sword. His mom never found it, and Wake kept it in his closet beause it was the only thing that was possibly related to his father. Now, he was sure to need it. He heard a honk and the door and more deep, loud thunder boomed. Wake ran outside with his bag, his sword hidden behind his back. He sat in the backseat, and asked his mom why they were leaving.

"Because your father wants a word with you." Under certain circumstances, I would have been laughing, but here, I could tell that I did not want to talk to my father - whickever god he was. As they drove down the road, Wake had no idea that they were driving towards desaster.