By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
You want a well written an fiction? Here's what I began working on a while back, the prologue anyways...
PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS
FALL OF GRACE
MAY GETS REJECTED
It was a beautiful summer day at Half-Blood Hill. The large strawberry fields were occupied by several Naiads -nature spirits that inhabit many forest areas- who were picking the strawberries and placing them in boxes which were being taken into a large white van tagged "Delphi Strawberry Services".
Atop Half-Blood Hill was the wonderful view of Long Island Sound, the estuary of the Atlantic Ocean between Connecticut and Long Island. Protected by magical boarders, was Camp Half-Blood itself.
A withered wooden sign was stuck in the ground, it said:
"Keeping young heroes safe from harm (mostly) for over three millennia."
Camp Half-Blood is a special camp for demigods who are usually found by satyrs and chased down by monsters- and it is directed by the Olympian god Dionysus, aka Mr. D.
A set of twelve cabins could be seen in the distance, each one honouring a certain major god: Demeter, Dionysus, Hermes, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Hera. The twelfth cabin is honorary to Artemis but she swore to remain a maiden forever and is only used whenever her Hunters (the eternal girls club) are at Camp Half-Blood.
A large amphitheatre served as the sword arena and training grounds, it definitely looked about three thousand years old as the marble stone was now wither warn and crumbling. A single rock wall stood as a rock climbing challenge, where the campers would have to avoid being scorched by hot lava, a typical day in the life of a demigod.
Other places included the Archery Range, the picnic area, the dark forest wood -where the monsters hang out during the night-, the Pegasus stables Pegasi are basically winged horses- and the Big House.
The Big House is just the name for the large farm house in the middle of everything; the attic houses the Oracle spirit of Delphi, other than that it's home to Mr D and the activities director, Chiron.
Chiron stood at the porch of the Big House; he is a centaur that has taught many legendary heroes in the history of Greek mythology: Achilles, Hercules, Asclepius and many others. He stood next to Hermes the Greek god of travellers, messengers and thieves. He wore a simple jogging outfit with winged sandals that were fluttering aimlessly, as if he was agitated. Beside them was a pretty woman with striking blonde hair, shining eyes and a warm friendly smile that could make anyone feel good. She carried a blue bundle with a sleeping baby in it.
"It's an honour to have you here," Chiron said to the woman, though he sounded nervous. "It's been a long time since a mortal was allowed at camp."
"Don't encourage her," Hermes grumbled. "May, you can't do this."
"Oh don't worry so much," May said, rocking the baby. "You need an Oracle, don't you? The old one's been dead for what, twenty years?"
"Longer," Chiron said gravely.
Hermes raised his arms in exasperation. "I didn't tell you that story so you could apply. It's dangerous. Chiron, tell her."
"It is," Chiron warned. "For many years, I have forbidden anyone from trying. We don't know exactly what's happened. Humanity seems to have lost the ability to host the Oracle."
"We've been through that," May said. "And I know I can do it. Hermes, this is my chance to do something good. I've been given the gift of sight for a reason."
Hermes looked at May, slightly hurt by what she was saying. "You couldn't marry if you became the Oracle," he complained. "You couldn't see me anymore."
May put her hand on his arm. "I can't have you forever, can I? You'll move on soon. You're immortal."
He started to protest, but she put her hand on his chest. "You know it's true! Don't try to spare my feelings. Besides, we have a wonderful child. I can still raise Luke if I'm the Oracle, right?"
Chiron coughed. "Yes, but in all fairness I don't know how that will affect the spirit of the Oracle. A woman who has already borne a child as far as I know, this has never been done before. If the spirit does not take "
"It will," May insisted.
May Castellan kissed her baby and handed the bundle to Hermes. "I'll be right back."
She gave them one last confident smile and climbed the steps, leaving Hermes looking worried and fearful.
The god and the centaur paced around in complete silence, Hermes was tapping his caduceus -in the form of a cell phone- nervously. Suddenly, the baby began to squirm and cry; Hermes tried to comfort the child but looked up as a cold wind swept through the strawberry fields.
The campers stopped what they were doing and looked up at the green smoke that lit the windows of the Big House, Hermes realised what was going on and cried, "No! NO!"
He thrust the baby into Chiron's arms and sprinted towards the Big House, his sandals fluttering and lifting him off the ground for a second. Before he reached the porch, the sun disappeared behind the clouds and the once beautiful afternoon was shattered by May Castellan's terrified scream.