Prane
Prane was good at disguises. Walking down Fifth Avenue, he was wearing mortal clothes and walking like a mortal. Quickly. To the Empire State Building. Olympus. He zoned out, looking at peoples auras that tell what they are. He saw two people with a little bit of one of the gods blood in them. Maybe their ancestors were demigods. Then he saw the demigod, who was maybe in his early twenties. He realized that they were brothers at that moment. They were both children of Ares, although Prane was a full god. He turned to him and whispered the Ares кабина at Camp Half-Blood’s secret Пароль to see the weapons room. The guy turned and stared. “Are Ты a god, an older demigod, или a current one,” he asked. “I’m a full god,” I replied. “Although I am only a minor one.” “Who is your mom?” he asked. “Aphrodite,” he was getting really annoying now. “But she is married to hephaest… oh.” He walked away from the annoying demigod. Prane turned his sense back on. Instantly, he picked up two minor gods walking in front of him! “What!!!” They turned around. “You’re a god too” the one on the right said. “My parents are Hephaestus and Demeter,” the one on the left sounded glum as he сказал(-а) this. “My parents are Apollo and Athena,” the one on the right sounded much happier. “Mine are Ares and Aphrodite,” I said. The son of Hephaestus and Demeter didn’t look happy at that. The first annoying demigod then turned around and сказал(-а) “Is that a monster?” He pointed behind Prane. They turned. “Duh” сказал(-а) the god on the left The Apollo god drew a bow, the Hephaestus god drew a hammer, and Prane with his unfortunate brother drew a spear and sword to face the…

The boys in my class wrote a first chapter from this kind of story and this won