The Life of Zander Hamilton

I built a few other things over the next couple of days, a pair of gloves that when I punched someone it would shoot electricity through their body, paralyzing them for a few minutes. I gave those to Peter Pugsley, which was probably a bad idea. I built a few more suits of armor. I figured I’d put them on display somewhere or put robots in them to guard the camp in the fall, winter, and spring when only a few people were here.

I heard a knock at the door; I looked up to see Hilary in the doorway. “Hey,” she said, “Thought I’d find you here.”

“Well I do spend like at least eight hours a day in here.” I said putting my hammer down. “Need something?”

“Yeah, my dagger broke. I was wondering if you could fix it for me.” She said handing me the dagger pieces. There were about seven of them.

“Wow, this is not broken, this is shattered. What were you doing that broke it?” I asked.

“Well, I was training on a dummy like I do almost every day and it just broke in my hand. My guess is it broke from over use.”

I looked closer at some of the blade fragments. “No, it wasn’t over use. Whoever made this must have been in a hurry to finish because it was made very poorly, the blade work is sloppy the handle is badly designed. You can’t get a good grip with it all. How about I just make you a new dagger?”

“That would work. How long would that take?” She asked

“An hour, maybe. I have to start from scratch; I just used my last piece of pre-made metal bars.” I said. I look around for bronze ingots to melt down. “I’ll come find you when I’m done. Okay?”

“Sure, I’ll most likely be in my cabin so look there first.” She said walking out.


Like I guessed, it only took me about an hour to melt, mold, and cool the blade. I also added some engravings, mostly flowers and vines.

I walked up to the Aphrodite cabin and knocked on the door. It opened to show its’ head councilor, Piper McLean. “Hey Zander, what’s up?” she asked leaning on the door.

“I made a new dagger for Hilary. She said to find her here when I finished.” I said showing her the knife.

“Oh, she’ll love that. Although she’s not here, I saw here walking off toward lake with someone else. It looked like she was trying to get away so I would hurry if I were you.” She said.

I stood there for a second trying to process what she said, when I finished I turned and ran towards the lake. I was about a hundred yards away when I saw them. She was definitely trying to get away, but I was too far away to see who she was trying to get away from. They met up with a couple others at the end of the dock when I realized that it was the Pugsley pals. I ran to the beginning of the dock and stopped.

“Pugsley,” I yelled, “let her go!”

He turned and smiled, then let her go… right into the lake. She swam back to where I was. I help her onto the dock and turned to fined Peter inches from my face. He grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me a few inches of the ground. Hilary screamed at him to put me down but he had no intent of letting me go.

“Payback time, Hamilton. You ain’t got your little pellet gun anymore.” He said, with eyes full of pure hatred of me.

I put my hands on his shoulders for a little support for what I planned to do next. “I don’t need it.” I said quietly, I kicked him in a not so happy place. He dropped me and fell to his knees. “I’m gonna throw up.” He said. I grabbed the hair on the back of head.

“This is what you get when you mess with the wrong people.” I pulled his head up and brought his face down on my knee-cap, knocking him out. I let him crumple to the ground completely before I faced the rest of his gang. They looked pretty shocked but that didn’t last long. Goon one ran at me and tried to punch me with his right hand. I ducked under it and grabbed his wrist. I pulled him down to one knee and punched him in the back of the head as hard as I could. It wasn’t enough to knock him out but he would be in pain for a while. Goon two wrapped his arms around me so I couldn’t move. Goon three then started punching me in the face repeatedly.

The last thing I remember before blacking out was lying on the ground while all three of them punched and kicked me and Hilary yelling at them to stop.

While I was out, like any demigod would, I dreamed. I dreamed I was in some dark cave full of monsters with stalactites and stalagmites everywhere. There was a man and women bent over a table looking at what looked like maps of Olympus, Atlantis, and the underworld. Even though I was just dreaming, I could tell that they were either gods or titans. The man was tall, he wore darker colored robes. He looked old enough to be father times’ grandfather. “We need to find a way to in; we need those weapons for our plans.” He spoke slowly and calmly. The women looked just as old as the man; and like the man she wore dark blue robes.

“Don’t worry, Crius. Your plan is perfect; we do not need the other titans.” She said

“I know Mnemosyne. But I was never involved with any major tasks in either war with the gods and their demigods. I want my comeback to be perfect and magnificent. I want to be remembered for millennia.” He said

I heard something behind me fall with a loud crash, I looked to see what it was but all I could see was a wall of crates. I looked back up to the titans and saw them looking right at me. The woman, Mnemosyne, walked toward me reaching her hand out. “I think we have a spy in our midst, Crius.” As soon as she touched my chin I woke with a start and was suddenly in the infirmary.

Notes

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