The Godslingers 4: Chapter 10

Andrew POV

I sat in a small outcrop of plants and tall grass, somewhere in the Forest of Dean in England.

I made a fire and made up my camp, i guess this was gonna be my life from now on, running from monsters, leading them away from Camp Half-Blood and eventually dying for the camp.

I took a bite into my loaf of bread and put up a small pot over the fire to make soup.

I hunted down a hare and skinned it and added it to the soup, i added some seasoning and a few spices till i had a pot of tasty soup and some bean dip.

After i finished the soup and bean dip i headed into my tent and quietly fell asleep.

Oh no not another dream.

I was running for my life, a sword in my hand and a helmet on my head and a battle raged on around me.

I remembered this, i was at Troy when it was being torn to the ground 3000 years ago, Kronos had sent me back in time after thrawting him and i had taken part in the War of Troy.

Ok well back to the running for my life.

I was followed by a man about my age with long gold hair and a face that had similar features to a lion and he wore golden armour.

It was Achilles, Son of Thetis the sea Nymph.

"Come on Andrew, we must find the last sons of Priam, Deiphobos and Paris" shouted Achilles, running a Troy Soldier threw with his sword.

I was about to take another step but i woke up and found my tent on fire.

I picked up my sword and cut a hole threw the tent and jumped out, just to see a Fire spirt spitting flames upon my tent.

I impaled the spirt and it turned to dust.

I heard roaring around me, i needed to get out of her.

I grabbed my rucksack from my burning tent and ran