Author: The Red Raven PM
Herakles' Academy,a school where children,who are picked by the gods to be heroes are trained.After being chased to death literally by Frost Giants,Garrett must make his way back home to warn of an invasion of giants from all kinds of mythology.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Words: 441 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 10-27-11 - id: 2964793
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(a/n this is possibly my most favorite story I've ever written. Just to make sure that I don't confuse anybody reading this story, a demigod can be a deified man, not exactly a child of a god. I'm mentioning this because it has something to do with the story.)
Even before he had been attacked by frost giants, Garrett Moore was having a bad day...
He'd practically ran through the whole country, however, the frost giants were always getting one step closer. Garrett remembered having to go through a swamp infested with alligators, travel through a whole trail of briars( ouch!) even running through the desert with only a few days supply of rations and no protective clothing. He'd been so sure they wouldn't have gone through the desert.
When they cornered him, Garrett was half-dead that he couldn't even swing his sword, let alone walk." You," he gasped." Bastards..." before everything went black.
The next thing he knew, he was lying in an hospital next to three or four doctors who were chatting. When he tried to get up, one of the doctor stopped him." You have third degrees burn," the doctor said." Not to mention total exhaustion. Can you explain why you're in this condition?"
" I don't remember," Garrett lied automatically. He had no idea who this man was and certainly couldn't reveal to a total stranger where the Academy was.
The Doctor didn't believe him but dropped the subject.
Garrett lay, thinking about where he was. From what he gathered, he was in Bakersfield, California. So basically, he had gone over 2, 200 miles or more.
He looked in a mirror and almost shouted. All of the skin on one of his cheeks was burnt off! He half expected his bright brown hair would've been burnt off as well.
Garrett stood up, trying to put all his muscle into it. His hawk-brown eyes were observing the room to make sure no one was in there before pulling his spear from Hammerspace. The weapon had once belonged to the mighty Greek warrior Achilles.
After searching the room for his clothes( people would probably call a psychiatric hospital if they saw a kid with a hospital gown wandering the street.)
Garrett found his backpack with his grey t-shirt and jeans. He also wore a garden hat to keep the sun off his face. Now, Garrett thought to himself. To get out of here and back to the Academy.
(a/n I think I got this chapter perfect, I was wondering how to start it.)