PLOT DROP 1#: SIGHS OF A MORTAL.
It was another sweltering day in the Elysium Citadel’s walls, despite the efforts of Poseidon’s and Hephaestus’s offspring combined in an attempt to cool down the temperature and keep their fellow demigods at peace.
Irritated but content was how the majority of the demigods felt whilst a small fraction revelled in the discomfort their fellow occupants had felt.
Though, that wasn’t known to all.
Worries about overcrowding seemed to echo through as each new week came in, so did a new influx of demigod runaways—but plans for expanding the dorm sectors and well, the citadel in general would take ( months ).
Though these plans would be followed down to a ‘t’ with no distractions and no exceptions.
It had been almost eight years and two months since the Citadel’s construction, a dreadful anniversary laying in wait—when a desperate band of demigods had escaped the wretched grasp of Arcadia Cove’s corrupted and power hungry government and the Spes Corporation; the corporation working under the government and behind the scenes, driven by disgruntled humans who wanted to ‘take in’ demigods and help them better themselves and humanity.
But that screamed lies and utter bullshit, a sentiment almost all the runaway demigods had shared. Some had ran away, claiming experimentation, violence and death was all that occurred behind the doors of the Spes Corporation.
Eight years and two months since the constant influx of demigod runaways, most teenagers but rare instances of runaway demigod children had also been surfacing throughout the months.
Eight years and two months of hiding in fear as resentment began to build up underneath the surface, practicing their abilities and living freely as the spawn of the gods and of man without fearing for their lives as one usually would.
It was only a matter of time before someone snapped, before chaos would reign in this supposed demigod safe haven.
It was noon—combat classes run by the wise yet strict, the oldest of Athena’s demigod spawn had finished for the day and a lunch break was on the minds of some demigods, whilst pranks and causing general chaos to lift the inhabitants spirits was on others’s own.
But shouting and mayhem seemed to reach even the lower levels of the citadel, curious onlookers meandering their way through crowds and making their destination to the entrance of the citadel. Some standing on their toes to catch a glimpse, other impatiently grumbling before silence fell over the crowd that gathered at the citadel’s ground level.
A figure was standing at the citadel's entrance, eyeing them warily, not appearing to be a demigod like the rest of them since they were all clustered up together and there were subtle differences that distunisghed them from the other—that only ( they ) knew. And the sudden question came to mind; how did this individual get in?
Though, said individual was obviously a human. A human had finally found them, it was apparent as they were clad in clothes that ( screamed ) either the Spes Corporation or the government. But the lines here were blurred.
And silent panic seemed to settle in when whispers rose from the crowd, pondering on their next course of action.
Some of the demigods had gotten into defensive stances, to fight for their brethren, others—hid behind whoever hey could to not only save their own hides, but protect the much younger and smaller of them all who have yet to learn how to fight.
Choruses of confused whispers filled the Citadel’s entrance as an arrow sunk into the individual’s chest, body sinking to the ground and in a heap. Surely those who knew a certain offspring of Athena harboured an infamous reputation for ( never ) missing a shot.
And just like that, the body had been taken away before questions could surface—to burn the remains and destroy any evidence that the citadel existed was top priority as of now.
How did this lone human stumble upon the Citadel? Surely it was well guarded by a mixture of selected demigod offspring, hidden from the eyes of the government and the little grubby hands of the Spes Corporation, right?
Who could’ve let the lone human discover their safe haven, their only home on this supposedly average yet sweltering day? It could’ve been ( anyone ), though there were a few shady individuals that shone throughout the citadel’s supposedly peaceful inhabitants.
Though now a rift of distrust and a barrage of accusations would probably start sweeping throughout the citadel and tearing this makeshift family apart.
Which was all in due time.
Irritated but content was how the majority of the demigods felt whilst a small fraction revelled in the discomfort their fellow occupants had felt.
Though, that wasn’t known to all.
Worries about overcrowding seemed to echo through as each new week came in, so did a new influx of demigod runaways—but plans for expanding the dorm sectors and well, the citadel in general would take ( months ).
Though these plans would be followed down to a ‘t’ with no distractions and no exceptions.
It had been almost eight years and two months since the Citadel’s construction, a dreadful anniversary laying in wait—when a desperate band of demigods had escaped the wretched grasp of Arcadia Cove’s corrupted and power hungry government and the Spes Corporation; the corporation working under the government and behind the scenes, driven by disgruntled humans who wanted to ‘take in’ demigods and help them better themselves and humanity.
But that screamed lies and utter bullshit, a sentiment almost all the runaway demigods had shared. Some had ran away, claiming experimentation, violence and death was all that occurred behind the doors of the Spes Corporation.
Eight years and two months since the constant influx of demigod runaways, most teenagers but rare instances of runaway demigod children had also been surfacing throughout the months.
Eight years and two months of hiding in fear as resentment began to build up underneath the surface, practicing their abilities and living freely as the spawn of the gods and of man without fearing for their lives as one usually would.
It was only a matter of time before someone snapped, before chaos would reign in this supposed demigod safe haven.
It was noon—combat classes run by the wise yet strict, the oldest of Athena’s demigod spawn had finished for the day and a lunch break was on the minds of some demigods, whilst pranks and causing general chaos to lift the inhabitants spirits was on others’s own.
But shouting and mayhem seemed to reach even the lower levels of the citadel, curious onlookers meandering their way through crowds and making their destination to the entrance of the citadel. Some standing on their toes to catch a glimpse, other impatiently grumbling before silence fell over the crowd that gathered at the citadel’s ground level.
A figure was standing at the citadel's entrance, eyeing them warily, not appearing to be a demigod like the rest of them since they were all clustered up together and there were subtle differences that distunisghed them from the other—that only ( they ) knew. And the sudden question came to mind; how did this individual get in?
Though, said individual was obviously a human. A human had finally found them, it was apparent as they were clad in clothes that ( screamed ) either the Spes Corporation or the government. But the lines here were blurred.
And silent panic seemed to settle in when whispers rose from the crowd, pondering on their next course of action.
Some of the demigods had gotten into defensive stances, to fight for their brethren, others—hid behind whoever hey could to not only save their own hides, but protect the much younger and smaller of them all who have yet to learn how to fight.
Choruses of confused whispers filled the Citadel’s entrance as an arrow sunk into the individual’s chest, body sinking to the ground and in a heap. Surely those who knew a certain offspring of Athena harboured an infamous reputation for ( never ) missing a shot.
And just like that, the body had been taken away before questions could surface—to burn the remains and destroy any evidence that the citadel existed was top priority as of now.
How did this lone human stumble upon the Citadel? Surely it was well guarded by a mixture of selected demigod offspring, hidden from the eyes of the government and the little grubby hands of the Spes Corporation, right?
Who could’ve let the lone human discover their safe haven, their only home on this supposedly average yet sweltering day? It could’ve been ( anyone ), though there were a few shady individuals that shone throughout the citadel’s supposedly peaceful inhabitants.
Though now a rift of distrust and a barrage of accusations would probably start sweeping throughout the citadel and tearing this makeshift family apart.
Which was all in due time.