This is a story I wrote, based in ancient Greece. The three demigods are Arion, the son of Astrape (goddess of lightning), Helen, the daughter of Circe, and Delia, the daughter of Nemesis. They stole Zeus' bolt because they felt the minor gods didn't get enough attention.

In case you don't or can't read in verse, I will post the story in regular format.

Line breaks will signify the end of a verse.


Our sandaled feet spewed

up tuffs of dirt and grass

as we sprinted

across the Crete countryside.

Behind us were

a whirlwind

of terror:

griffins,

eagles,

bulls,

and lions

alike all pursued us.

The wind was a torrent

against our bare skin,

snatching up leaves

and branches

to assault our skin.

The sky had darkened

considerably

since our escape from Crete.

Fat raindrops threatened

to blind us

as we sprinted

into the wilderness,

pure adrenaline

surging us forward.


Arion winced

as his back

received another

shock from the bolt

strapped onto his tunic.

The thing was four feet long,

surging a bright yellow,

nearly white,

and radiated power.

If you got too close to it,

it would kill.

Luckily, though,

Arion was the

son of Astrape,

a minor goddess

of lightning.

He could withstand

minor shocks.


"Run run run run,"

Helen whispered

to herself next

to me.

"Run run run."


My chest was heaving;

all I wanted to do was

stop.

My mouth,

dry as a cracker,

begged for water.

My side

was contorted

with a cramp

so big

I knew I would

collapse

if I stopped.

But I had to

keep running.

If I didn't,

then Zeus's minions

would

get

me.


Ahead of us all,

Arion suddenly

diverted his path.

"Cliff!" he shouted,

running to the west.

I followed him,

praying to Zephyrus

to guide us

to safety.


Behind me,

I heard Helen cry out.

I watched as

she stumbled

upon a vine

that had latched

onto our ankles.

Before the monsters could

get her, I yanked her

away from them,

dragging my friend

away

from the branches

and the monsters.


"It's Demeter,"

Helen panted

as we continued

running.

"Or Pan.

They must have

teamed up

with Zeus

to track us

down..."


I cursed

under my breath.

Now we had

two deities pursuing

us? One was

bad enough.

Now we would

die, for certain,

a terrible

and painful

death.


"Keep running,"

I advised,

shaking my hair

away

from my face.

Helen nodded,

swallowing.

She glanced back

behind her, and,

filled with fear,

sprinted ahead

of me, terrified of

what was chasing us.

I heard her scream

once

before turning back

around and running.


"Don't look back!"

she warned Arion

and me

in a frantic tone.

"Whatever you do,

don't look back - "


Her voice trailed off

after that as I watched,

in horror, as her head

slowly turned to stone,

sending her

careening to the

ground.

I stared,

terrified,

at my friend's face,

etched into stone

with fear

and terror

as the stone

laced down her

convulsing body.


"Helen!" I yelled,

my eyes

threatening

to cry.

My comrade,

my friend,

dead

just like that.

It couldn't be possible;

demigods were

supposed to die

heroic,

noble deaths,

not at the hands

of Medusa,

the vilest creature

known to Greece.

It wasn't

right.

It wasn't

fair.


For the first time,

I felt anger

towards my mother,

Nemesis.

She was supposed

to prevent things

like this

from happening;

she was the

goddess of justice!

She was my

mother!

Surely she

would bring

Helen

back

to

life.

She had to...


No.

She wouldn't.

Deities didn't do

things like that.

They were

merciless,

unforgiving

creatures who enjoyed

torturing young demigods.


I kept that

in my head

as I kept running,

jumping over

Helen slowly solidifying

and screaming to

Arion,

"Medusa!

Zeus has released

Medusa!"


Scree!

Sharp talons suddenly

snatched at my back,

ripping through my tunic

and skin like

parchment.

I screamed from the sudden,

burning pain

that was coursing

through my body

as a creature

tossed me up

in the air.


"Arion!"

I shouted.

"Arion!"

Arion raised his eyes

skyward, finding me

in a matter of seconds.

I heard my name,

Delia,

once before he

suddenly convulsed

and fell to the ground,

twitching and shaking

like in a seizure.

I saw tendrils of lightning

coursing over Arion's body,

and, even as far away

as I was getting,

smoke rising

from his clothes.

So that was it.

They were both

dead.


A cry from the griffin

brought me back

to the sky.

I watched in

terror

and

awe

as a golden chariot,

too bright to look at,

slowly approached,

carrying a figure

wearing very

Roman attire.

I recognized him

immediately.

Apollo, the sun god.

As he neared me,

he flashed a brilliantly

white smile, and

suddenly

Crete disappeared.


All of a sudden

I was standing

in a gray city,

full of towering buildings

that defied physics,

filled with humans

dressed in

absurd clothing,

home to the

destroyed world

of nature.

A place of metal

and machinery,

socializing and partying.


It was terrible.

As soon as

the vision had

started, it ended.

I gave Apollo

a bewildered look

before he finally spoke.


"That's the world

in a few thousand

years.

Depressing, no?"


I nodded my head

best I could.


"Imagine having to

deal with it all

your life,"

Apollo remarked.

"It would be

torture."


I nodded my head

again.


"Do you know

how hard it is

to deal with

every day?"

Apollo continued,

his bright blue eyes

flashing angrily.

"You would go

insane."


"Yes, sir,"

I whisper.


He fixed me

with a glare

so intent it hurt

my eyes just to stare

at his face.

I whimpered

and cowered

away from him.


And then

the future

hit me.

Hard.


Cities being destroyed.

Greece being taken

by Romans.

Massive destruction

of the world.

Nature destroyed.

Gray cities,

gray world.

Aliens of humans

ruling the world.

Terrible persecution,

shootings,

a grave of thousands of babies.

People being gassed,

red-skinned women

and children being shot.

Demigods against

each other,

a collapsing world.

A lightning bolt stolen,

a labyrinth opened.

Titans restored,

Gaea ruling.

Human misery.

Death

death

death...


It was

too

much.

I felt something

inside my brain snap,

and the world shattered

in a million different colors.

My senses sharpened

and dulled

at the same time.

Apollo grew,

shrunk,

and turned

into my mother,

shaking her head.

She didn't approve.

No one approved.

No

one

ever

did...


I let out

a blood-curdling scream

as the world assaulted

me, and Apollo

smiled.

With a majestic

sweep of his hand,

he motioned

for the griffin to

let

go.


Millions of humans

cramped into ships.

Whips striking

skinny backs.

Ignorance of the

gods,

demigods holding

the sky.

Monsters killing humans,

demigods standing

against Titans.

Demigod slaves,

torture,

prisons,

a steaming,

desert wasteland

of a world...


I felt myself tumbling

down

thousands of

meters of air,

yet I didn't care

anymore.

My life was

destined

to end anyways,

at least it would be

quick.


I felt cool water

wrap around my

skin and sooth

my burning back.

And I

smiled.


A girl tortured to

blindness.

A boy jumping

off a bridge.

Blood stains on

clean carpet,

guns lying in

cold hands.

A man

nailed

to

a

tree,

the world

as dark as night.

Teenagers breaking

rules,

girls being

murdered,

terrible,

terrible

world...


Apollo's arrow

went flying

into my skull.


And I was

gone.