There have been Demigods- half god, half humans- throughout the centuries but Roselyn Aura isn't exactly the same. She was created by her mother and the Olympian Gods to fight a war that never came to pass. Roselyn just found out she has all the powers of the Olympians. However, the only reason they told her is that there is one other like her, who is much more experienced and believes he's entitled to run things on Olympus . . . What will she and her band of demigods have to do to make sure that doesn't happen?

Child of the Gods

By T.J. Carson

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Copyright © 2012 T.J. Carson
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ISBN: 978-1-4772-9450-5

Contents

Acknowledgements......................................................ixMeeting Roselyn.......................................................1Dr. Requiem Is a Strange Man..........................................8Making Things Clearer Makes Things More Confusing.....................11Disbelief and Detest..................................................15Relaxation............................................................20School Again..........................................................25From Key to Kingdom...................................................30Gods and Demigods.....................................................34Gate to Gods..........................................................50Raze Fight Arena......................................................54Prepare To Train......................................................65Mortal to Fight Immortal..............................................69Training Days.........................................................74Betrayal..............................................................102Some Gods Don't Get To Teach..........................................106The Search for Requiem................................................116The Journey...........................................................134Thank the Gods I'm Home...............................................151

Chapter One

Meeting Roselyn

It was strange how much Greek mythology my mother pressed on me. She told me every story she knew and bought me every book that she could find on the subject. Well, I guess I should tell you a thing or two about her and myself. My name is Roselyn Ann Elisabeth Aura, I know it sounds strange and I don't even have the same last name as my mother but she finally explained all of that to me one day.

My mothers name is Christiania Morning Star Fiyerys. She told me that she didn't give birth to me and she told me that I wasn't adopted. She never explained any further even when I didn't stop pressing her for answers. She was just a regular parent with a regular job, as far as I knew, and she always kept me from getting hurt.

I always thought it was strange how I never got cut, bruised or sick, I always got to school on time but I never really could focus well. I mean, I got good grades and all but it was just hard to sit still in a classroom all day. However, there was always one part of school that I really liked, which was recess; I never could wait for recess to come. It was always forty-five minutes before school got out and having it right before we left made it even more fun. Sometimes when we got done with our work in class early we would get to go out up to an hour and a half before we got out of school.

Strange things started happening one day at recess though. One time when I jumped on a patch of grass because I was mad I got tagged in hide and go seek I killed about a five foot radius of the grass around me. Later I stared this kid Rodger—that I liked—in the eyes wishing he would like me back and he followed me around the rest of recess. The worst that happened though was when I built up static electricity and shocked my friend Andrew. He flew about ten or twelve feet but was fortunately okay.

Chelsea was the girl at our school that always tried getting people in trouble to seem like a good child but secretly everyone hated her. Well, she was being a jerk and tried to say that I pushed him but no teacher liked Chelsea either.

Let me tell you a little bit about Chelsea: her parents are rich, which is the only reason she has a so many friends, she liked to show she was rich, and liked when people got into trouble, especially people that she really didn't like. Me? I was one of those people that she just really didn't like. One day Andrew said it was because I had so much natural beauty and she had to put on a hundred dollars worth of make-up to do it, I had to turn away I was blushing so much.

So nothing else really strange happened to me at school until I got into high school, in my ninth grade year our school had 12 intruder alerts before Christmas and each time the person tried to break into my classroom. My mom looked worried throughout the whole year but she didn't take me out of the school despite the fact that about two hundred students had left because of what had happened.

She had said, "Sometimes things just happen and since no one got hurt there was no reason to take you out of school."

There was nothing that got my mind off of school during the day now because all throughout middle and high school we had no recess. Chelsea Rattan was more of a jerk than ever and was always trying to get me in trouble from just turning my neck to crack it; she said I was trying to cheat off someone's paper, to saying that I was carrying a knife when the pen in my hand was pointed down.

She always made fun of me because I didn't carry a purse—which I did not understand—and because I didn't wear expensive shoes, or clothes, or wear make-up. One day she went too far and pushed my head down in the water when I was at the water fountain. My mom had always told me just to let it go but I was angry. I turned around to say something when the pipe busted.

Pressured water shot straight at her and her dumb friends, pushing them down the hall and down the stairs on a wave. I didn't think that there was any way she could get me in trouble, it was just something that was wrong with the pipes, but of course she said that I broke off the top and that it was entirely my fault. Thankfully, a teacher was in the hall at the time and he protested for me, he hadn't gotten hit with the water, and also it was strange I didn't get hit either; the water seemed to have arched around me on all sides.

"I want her expelled, Principal Vector!" She screeched.

The teacher chuckled, "Honestly, Tom, do you think a sixteen-year-old girl could break off a water fountain?"

"It doesn't sound very probable," my principal said, scratching his chin. "Calm down Miss Rattan and we'll get you healed up."

After we had gotten out of the principals office and the girls had been sent to the nurse the male teacher came up to me. I didn't recognize the man, but a few teachers had left the year before because of the intruders—he was probably just a replacement.

He smiled, "I'm Dr. Hadezeuseidon. I'm the new Latin and Greek teacher here. I also tutor privately." He handed me a business card with some phone numbers on it. "Trust me, Roselyn, you'll need it." It didn't bother me at the time that he knew my name; a lot of teachers knew the names of kids that they didn't teach.

Later that night when I was at home it bothered me that he knew my name, I remembered that once upon a time they taught Greek and Latin but too many kids couldn't grasp the concept. The previous year we hadn't had the course, and it was already three weeks into my tenth grade year. Although I had heard some talk about the computer teacher not having the grant for the computers anymore.

I finally went to sleep slightly unconvinced that it was as simple as: he had just heard my name in the principal's office and that he would take Mrs. Taylor's spot on our schedules. It still bothered me.

The next morning I showed my mother the card. She looked kind of afraid and seemed to mispronounce his name on purpose. Except for the fact that I knew her too well I might have thought that she truly couldn't pronounce it.

"I don't know...