The sword of Hermes

Connor

Get back to work thought Connor son of Hermes. Life at camp was hard especially because he was a son of Hermes the disgraces of the mythological world. He started applying the finishing touches of his walkie-talkie watch. He was also a legacy. Chiron had said that he smelled another Olympian's blood running through his veins. He knew that that was true, he was the great-grandson of Leo Valdez but he didn't mention it, he ha many immortal blood including Calypso's. Hey Connor shouted Mark the son of Dionysus, want to play ball, he reluctantly refused, he had to do work. He picked up his sword and tightened the bolts. As the son of the god of communication he was skilled with making walkie-talkies and phones and did not attract monsters when he used them. He was also skilled in creating vehicles since his dad was the god of transportation but he thought it was just the Valdez blood line running through him. He urged the thought of being the savour of Hermes, the most skilled swordsman of a thousand years, but when his father spoke to him in his head he always my savour, he had always had a deep thought and it was true that he had never lost in a swords match since he had arrived at the demigod protection facility. He ran outside searching for Mark but who he found was Firebright his faithful horse. As the god of transportation he was a very skilled flyer and his dad was also the messenger of gods so he was good with wings. Marc was at the basketball court drinking Cola( since he was addicted to drinks) he thought of offsprings of Dionysus as weaklings but he knew that wasn't true. So how was your inventing he asked. It went great replied Connor, here we can keep in touch no matter where you are. He gave Mark one half of his invention. So, you missed the announcement, we have pegasus race today said Mark. Connor said yes in his head and smiled. Firebright seems happy today he replied. Yeah he had extra sugar said Mark. The two friends chuckled. Firebrlight was so adorable he am