The Monster of North Lake: Chapter 3

I slumped down in a chair and dried of with a towel Andrew had given me. The cabin wasn't much it had a small living area with an old fashioned stove in the center of the room with a few chairs and a couch around it. There was a stair case that led to either the roof or a bedroom. There was a door way to a kitchen and and small storage area and a backdoor. The doors lined up so that you could run straight through the house without turning. I spotted somthing out back that looked like an old blacksmith's shop.

The kid in the cowboy hat sat down across from me. He looked me up and down like he was trying to see if I was a friend or an enemy. After a minute he nodded and extended his hand. "Steven Martin, Son of Ares." He said it with a slight southern accent. "Jospeh Mierek." I replied.

The kid named Andrew walked back into the room and Steven gestured to him. "This is Andrew Dawson, Son of Hepheastus." I shook Andrew's hand. He had to be about thirteen of fourteen but his hand were rough and caloused.

There was a moment of akward silence Steven and Andrew sat there staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You are a demigod aren't you?" Steven asked.