I thought about using actual minor gods, but I could not find any, so I made some up.
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 केबिन at Camp Half-Blood’s secret पासवर्ड to see the weapons room. The guy turned and stared. “Are आप a god, an older demigod, या 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 कहा 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 कहा “Is that a monster?” He pointed behind Prane. They turned. “Duh” कहा 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
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 केबिन at Camp Half-Blood’s secret पासवर्ड to see the weapons room. The guy turned and stared. “Are आप a god, an older demigod, या 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 कहा 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 कहा “Is that a monster?” He pointed behind Prane. They turned. “Duh” कहा 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
when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your दिल
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when आप want your self back
where do आप go
who do आप turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know आप just wait
but i'm not sure if आप are playing tricks on me
can आप end my sorrow
या is it आप who causes my agony
will आप be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
infecting your दिल
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when आप want your self back
where do आप go
who do आप turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know आप just wait
but i'm not sure if आप are playing tricks on me
can आप end my sorrow
या is it आप who causes my agony
will आप be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
