Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2016 20:43:51 -0400
From: Logan Montgomery <logan.a.montgomery@gmail.com>
Subject: St. Olympus' Academy for Boys / Prologue

The Dean walked quickly down the long hallway. He was late. Again. Somehow
the Dean always lost track of time when it comes to his online crossword
puzzles. Bursting open the double, wooden doors into the conference room
and muttering his apologies for his lateness, he tried to sit down in his
chair at the end of the large, rectangular table filled with his
distinguish peers.

"Now fellow people," The Dean forcibly said, trying to get the various
adults attention on him, those few who weren't paying attention when he
banged (very loudly and rather forcibly) the wooden doors open. "St.
Olympus' Academy for Boys is designed to teach and protect the children
from the gods, whether they be sired from a human, another god, nymph,
satyr. You name it. All of our students will become full fledged minor gods
once they graduate from this school. As you all know, St. Olympus can only
let in 20 students for each year, and we must fill the first spots with the
high twelve's children, we wouldn't want to make any of them angry again."

"Last time was rather disgraceful to all of us that you forgot to add Zeus
only son into the class, Dean" A gruff satyr mumbled from the left side of
the mahogany table.

"For the last time I gave Zeus a thousand apologies on that matter, and it
was 126 years ago, can we let it go? Okay, Now let's get down to business.
Who are we going to have for our next class." The various teacher's and
important patrons of the school started flipping through their assorted
papers, all having a picture and various details about possible students.

"We all know the order for the children: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, then Ares
and Hephaestus, followed by Aphrodite, Apollo, and Athena, then Demeter,
Dionysus, and finally Hermes." The satyr spoke up again. His name was
Han-Kolios, but most people just called him Hank.

"Zeus has two children, same number for Hades and Poseidon has one son." A
bored minor god yawned. Hypnos was always a lit tired, even at his most
excited.

"Ares has a son" A small tree Nymph spoke with malice. It was Ares who
burned down her sister's in the tree grove, luckily she survived and was
transported to St. Olympus Academy.

"Yes, definitely him." The Dean agreed.

"Hephaestus has no children this year." A quiet murmuring started up
through the various people once Hank said this.

"Aphrodite has a child, Apollo has twin boys, and Athena has one child for
this year." Hypnos said, getting everyone back on track. He wanted this to
get over as soon as possible so that he could return to sleeping, he was
the God of Sleep after all.

"Demeter and Dionysus both have one child, Hermes has twin boys."

"So that's it for the major gods. How many spots do we have left?" The Dean
asked while flipping his first stack of papers about the sons from major
gods. Now to the minor god's children.

"Seven spots left, Dean" His secretary, Trudy the harpy, replied.

"Let's have Mnemosyne's boy's take two spots, we need to have our test
scores go up. And Tyche's son. We all remember the last time we didn't let
Tyche's son into our class she started the Great Depression." The Tree
Nymph, Barbilla, of now Barbara, said, reminding everyone not to get on
Tyche's bad side, even if she is as fickle as the winds.

"Four spots left, Dean" Trudy said. All without looking up from her laptop
where she was recording every future student down.

"How about Hercules' twins. They would make great additions to our sports
teams." Asclepius, the school's doctor and the God of Medicine inquired.

"Asclepius, fair point." Hank the Satyr said while nodding in agreement.

"Oh, and Nyx's son. The kid has a 3.9 GPA, is the captain of his soccer
team. And is excellent at Astrology, he single-handedly found 4 new
constellates before the age of ten." Asclepius listed off the fact's for
Nyx's son while looking at his bio.

"Let's put him on the List" The Dean said, directed at Trudy.

"Dean?" The minor sea god, formally know as Glaucus, said. He was usually
silent, taking everyone by surprise when he spoke up.

"Yes, Graham? The Dean jumped at his words. To be honest, the dean forgot
he was even their at times.

"We all know who the last spot has to go to." Different types of murmuring
echoed through the conference room. Some angry, some sad, some happy, but
most uncertain.

"Your right. But I wanted this to be relatively easy class. Everyone knows
that his child will bring trouble wherever he goes." The Dean whined, he
was tired of all the trouble these demi-gods get into. I need a sabbatical,
he signed to himself in his 3000 year old mind.

"Yes, but we must. It's our duty and this child is very powerful." Graham,
said more forcibly, everyone in the room, including graham could not
remember the last time he was so passionate about something. Usually he
just let the other, especially the louder one, create the plans, and he
just happily followed.

"Fine. The last spot goes to the son of Eros." The Dean sighed. This class
was definitely going to be interesting.

***

So that is my first time, folks. This is just a prologue for more to come.
If anyone has any suggestions at all please email me at
logan.a.montgomery@gmail.com. Praise and Criticism is much appreciated.