A Hero Was Born: Chapter Twenty

Wake took an elevator back down to the Empire State Building, listening to elevator music. He began to think of where to look for his father. Well, he's not in Mt. Olympus, Wake thought. Where can you find a guy that is not only the god of lightning, but the king of the gods? Wake's mind was so deep in thought he didn't notice about  people calling the police about his sword until a little girl tugged his shorts.

"Are you going to poke us with that?" Wake noticed her and the grown-ups, who were beginning to surround him. The elevator ended in the bottom floor, but Wake didn't wait for the door to open. Pretty soon he was out into the street, searching for a way to escape the mob chasing him. He suddenly hailed a taxi, and paid the driver 150 bucks (he came prepared) to drive him to New York. The driver didn't hesitate. In less than 10 minutes, they were in the outskirts of New York.

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Posiedon looked outside the dome, his hand griping an arrow that found it's way into his leg. He was not hurt, but winced whenever he walked. He had not known who had thrown the arrow, but nevertheless promised he would find-out who did. He looked-up at the sky.

"Brother," he said, as if Zeus was right there, "this Civil War progresses deadlier and deadlier each day. I give you my last warning: return or face punishment." Thunder crackled, and one lightning bolt hit right next to Posiedon. He stood-up, the arrow in his hand as he created a bow out of water.

He shot the arrow into the sky. It was officially war.