Bello Deorum: Chapter 2

Earlier That Day..

Felix's P.O.V

I yawned, waking up from my mid-afternoon nap. I vaguely remembered a dream about freezing to death, and now I knew why. My room is freezing. This is one of the times I regretted sleeping in only basketball shorts, the other being a story we will save for later. It was usually warm, due to the Californian heat and the Camp's usual temperature controls. So unless some ice god's kid was playing a prank, I had no idea what was going on.

Hopping, literally because the floor was cold, into a tee, sweatshirt, and some sneakers, I walked out of the barracks. I nudged a kid who was admiring the same sight I was- kids who have not experieinced below 60 degree weather in months, wearing layers of clothes and still trying to go on with their daily schedule- to ask him what the deal was. He responded something about the gods making a fuss.

I nodded, and went to see if anyone was more helpful on my Twitter feed. Checking with my hacked wifi, no one had more information than that the gods were clashing again. I sighed and went to go find Lupa, to see what was really going on.

When I made it to her abode, she was no where to be found. "What the hell is going on here?" I mumbled to myself. When I had pulled out my phone to check my social networking sites again, I heard the call for battle. "Sh*t!" I exclaimed. I realized just looking out on the chaos in the camp, the gods were the least of our problems. Monsters flowed in by what seemed like the hundreds, and though we were strong, we were much outnumbered.

Since my weapons and armor were a long ways away, I did the only thing I knew to do.

A notification popped up on my phone:

New tweet posted:

@felixx Damn.