This is The Mortal Guardians. Hello everyone, thanks for reading. I'm so excited to get this story off the ground. Enjoy!
"I am not going to do this," a deep voice growled.
Eight teenagers were gathered around a table waiting for their orders to come.
"Keep your voice down," a girl said. Her intense gray eyes flickered around the room. Though the restaurant was mostly empty, she did not want anyone to overhear the conversation.
"Calm down," one of the guys said. He was relaxed and wore a big smiling, showing off his blinding teeth. "Take a deep breath and—"
The gray-eyed girl glared at the boy. "I think you are forgetting the danger we are in. If we don't succeed . . ."
An eerie silence fell between the eight.
"Well, here's your food," a waitress said coming up to the table. Her hands were full with baskets of burgers, hot dogs and other meals. She passed around the food to the teenagers, none looking that much hungry though. "Can I get anything else for you?"
A curly haired boy lifted a finger, "I'll take a wine."
The waitress hesitated. "I'll need to see some identification."
The curly haired boy shifted in his seat and cocked an eyebrow. "I don't have an ID," he replied.
"I'm sorry but that's the restaurant's policy. No ID, no wine."
An angry flash crossed the curly haired boy's face. The waitress swallowed and took a cautious step back.
"Whoa, hold on. Sweetheart," said the guy with the blind smile, "He doesn't need identification."
"Don't worry," the guy said widening his smile. "No one will find out. I promise." He winked at the waitress and she felt herself blush. Charming, she thought. She glanced around the table wondering if anyone else would ask for something. None the other teenagers said anything though, none of them bothering to even look at her.
Despite the guy's smile, the waitress felt on guard. There was something about the eight teenagers' presence that sent a chill down her spine . . . something dangerous. She suddenly felt scared for her safety. Giving a weak nod toward the curly haired boy, the waitress said, "I'll go get the wine." Walking away she couldn't help but think there was something off about the teenagers.
As soon as the waitress went to the kitchen the gray eyed girl glared at the curly haired boy. "What was that about?" she hissed. "We're supposed to be acting like normal mortals."
"What? I was thirsty," the curly-haired boy complained.
"Relax Athena," a beautiful girl said. She was applying on mascara and was only intrigued with herself. "Ares, sweetie, can you lift the mirror?" A burly guy grunted and did as he was told. "Thanks. Anyways, Athena you are worrying too much. All Dionysus did was ask for wine. I'm sure many other teenagers do the same."
"She's just being careful," another girl pitched in. She had dark hair and golden-ish eyes. She agreed with Athena that the curly haired boy was walking on a thin line.
"C'mon sis, Athena needs to learn how to take risks," the smiling guy said.
"And relax. Worrying is totally bad for your complexion," the pretty girl added.
"I take risks! What I don't do is take unnecessary risks that could jeopardize our entire mission, Apollo," Athena said hotly. "And Aphrodite, we have much bigger things to worry about than complexion."
"Your right," Aphrodite said thoughtfully. She turned at face the gray eyed girl. "We need to do something about your hair."
"And her face too," an elfish guy put in, grinning. But when Athena shot him a deadly glare he quickly mumbled, "Kidding."
"I don't see why we need their help though," Ares complained. "Why can't we just go look for the others ourselves? If they get involved it could be a catastrophe. Mortals ruin everything."
There was a murmur of agreement around the table.
"Because," Athena said. "These mortals are—"
"Connected to us, blah, blah, blah. So you've said," Ares growled. "But do you really believe in that stuff?"
"Look where we are now. Look what happened to the other Olympians. If we don't want to end up like them then we need the mortals' help."
Ares rolled his eyes. He turned to the other teenagers. "You guys don't really believe in all this crap right?"
Everyone hesitated. Apollo and Artemis exchanged nervous glances, Hermes stared at his uneaten food, Dionysus fingered with a fork, Hephaestus gave a low cough and even Aphrodite didn't say a word.
"They even have Zeus," Hermes said quietly. He stared directly at Ares. "They took the supreme lord of the gods, the king of Olympians! How are we supposed to do this by ourselves?"
"Hermes is right," Hephaestus said speaking up for the first time since the eight arrived at the restaurant. "I don't like it either but we need to find those mortals."
"And quickly too," Artemis said. "We're running out of time."
"They are our last hope," Apollo said. "I'm sorry, but we are getting beat up out there. If we meet another monster I swear I'm going to die."
"Brother," Hephaestus said clamping his large hand on Are's broad shoulder. Then he paused for a moment, some wondering if it was for dramatic effect or if he was just working out the right thing to say. "Brother, we need to regain what we have lost."
Another eerie silence fell between the eight.
A hard scowl crossed Ares face; it wasn't like him to lose an argument, but he knew that he wouldn't have a choice. He and the other Olympians didn't have a choice. "And I suppose you know where we can find them?" Ares asked grudgingly to Athena.
"I have an idea," she said. She pulled out a brochure for some prestigious school. At the very top it said, Welcome to Fallon Academy.
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