Writing: Demigod Stories #2: Felix Faust

Felix Faust


Chapter One


Light shined though a glass window. Birds sung happily in a merry tune.


In a huge room, a light-blue four-poster bed was against a rich cream coloured- wall. In it, a bump stirred and moved. The door suddenly opened and two maids dressed in a black dress with a white frilly apron barged in. One was tall and skinny, with blue eyes and blonde hair in a tight bun. The other wasn’t as tall, but was just as pretty, with shiny cropped red hair and kind green eyes. There names were Miss. Ancilla and Miss. Morwen respectably.


Miss. Morewn was holding a silver tray with grourmet breakfast foods. She walked over to the the bed and carefully set it on the bedside table as Miss. Ancilla nudged the lump.
“Mr. Fasut,” she crooned, carefully shaking it. “Wake up, sir.” Miss. Ancilla said as she pulled the covers away. A young boy was laying there, his brown hair over his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and sat up straight, smiling. “Good morningm Miss. Morwen, Miss. Ancilla.” The maids sunk into a deep respective courtesy. Miss Morwen straightned up and put the breakfast tray in front of him.


“Eat up,” she said with a kind smile, “You have a big day ahead of you.” Felix faust groaned as he drank his apple juice. “Don’t reminde me!” Starting highschool certantly was important.


“Alright, dear,” was the answer.


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 Felix was sitting nervously in his father’s limosine, with bodyguards on either side. His crossbow was slung on his shoulder. You see, Felix was a demigod. His father, Adrian Faust won the lottery—twice in a row, causing the goddess of luck and chance, Tyche to fall in love with him. Then, love took its course. The goddess helped the young man to make his way slowly from a lottery winner, to a millionaire, and now finally, to a billionaire. Before leaving, Tyche bore him a child—Felix. During the summer, he would go to Camp Half-Blood, a camp for training demigods like him. They train for monsters, killing them when they appear. Monsters can die, but they don’t have spirits, like mortals.  Filex found the crossbow lying in the weapon box, down at the bottom. He found it by luck, actually. He and a friend were throwing a coin to see who would get which weapon; a silver, beautiful sword that comes with a scabbard; or a dusty crossbow. His luck power failed, and he ended up choosing the crossbow. Felix insists that it was fate that led him to his crossbow. 


Felix cautiously opened the door of the limousine and opened the door to the higschool. The other kids were staring at him with shock and envy. I get that from everyone, just because I’m rich., he thought bitterly.


He was led to his new locker and he put his books away and made his way to his registration class. There was standing a beautiful young lady, with golden hair and intelligent blue ideas. She was fit, yet model like, but when she saw Felix, she gave him a creepy smile.


“Hi,” he said, responding the smile uneasily.




“Welcome to room 312, Felix Faust.”

Chapter Two

Felix nervously sat down at a desk in the middle row. He managed to mumble back a greeting as he took hoa crossbow (now in a shape of a sharp mechanical pencil). The teacher’s smile nearly vanished, but she pointed to the board.

“I’m Miss Sirenium,” Miss Sirenium smiled pleasantly at her new students. “I’m looking forward to k-uh, I mean, teaching you all,” She stammered, her gaze lingering over Felix’s classmates and himself.

“I do not tolerate any rule-breaking, and if you do so, you will be punished. On that happy note, why don’t we do the attendance now?” She smiled sweetly at Felix, who suddenly couldn’t take his eyes of her golden hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her cheekbones…

The list went down to the ‘f’s. “Faust, Felix?” She looked at him pointedly. Felix politely raised his hand and said, “Here.”

After attendance, it was time to get to know each other.

“Hi, I’m Lisa Ketorpi,” said a brunett. “My parents are business people.”

Another said, “My father is a lawyer, and my mother is a doctor.”

When it was Felix’s turn, he mumbled a bit before answering. “My father is a multi-bilionaire,” he said simply as there was sound of interest go through the class. “What about your mother?” Someone prompted.

Felix was dumbfound. What should he say? “She, she died.” He managed to say. Miss Sirenium licked her lips, and it was the turn of another.

After the whole class of twenty-five was introduced, they went on a tour of the school. Felix’s jaw dropped as he discovered the three gyms, two auditorians, five computer rooms, two cafterterias and an Olympic-sized pool.

When the tour was over, they went back to their lockers for lunch. Felix tookout his lunch box and made his way to the lunchroom which was for the juniors.

Felix sat down with the rest of his class, alone. He began eating his gourmet sandwhich which included the finest white bread, pork, fresh tomatoes, lettuce aand expensive cheese from France. The boy that had asked him about his mother came towards him. “Hi,” he said shily to Felix. “Can I sit here?”

Felix nodded and moved to make room. “Sure. I’m Felix.” Felix said. The boy nodded. “I know. I’m Jesus Gonselo.” Jesus smiled pleasantly. He had ddirty blonde hair with bright, intelligent-looking blue eyes.

“How did your mother die?” Jesus softly wondered out loud.

“Oh, um, child-birth.” Felix thought quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said, looking at Felix through his big eyes. “What was her name?”

“Ty- um, sorry, Tamara. Tamara Faust. What about your family?” Felix replied, changing the subject.

It turned out that Mr. Gonzelo was the school board’s president, and Mrs. Gonselo was a French chef.

Hence, Jesus Gonzelo and Felix Faust became best friends.

Chapter Three

Felix nervously sat down at a desk in the middle row. He managed to mumble back a greeting as he took hoa crossbow (now in a shape of a sharp mechanical pencil). The teacher’s smile nearly vanished, but she pointed to the board.

“I’m Miss Sirenium,” Miss Sirenium smiled pleasantly at her new students. “I’m looking forward to k-uh, I mean, teaching you all,” She stammered, her gaze lingering over Felix’s classmates and himself.

“I do not tolerate any rule-breaking, and if you do so, you will be punished. On that happy note, why don’t we do the attendance now?” She smiled sweetly at Felix, who suddenly couldn’t take his eyes of her golden hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her cheekbones…

The list went down to the ‘f’s. “Faust, Felix?” She looked at him pointedly. Felix politely raised his hand and said, “Here.”

After attendance, it was time to get to know each other.

“Hi, I’m Lisa Ketorpi,” said a brunett. “My parents are business people.”

Another said, “My father is a lawyer, and my mother is a doctor.”

When it was Felix’s turn, he mumbled a bit before answering. “My father is a multi-bilionaire,” he said simply as there was sound of interest go through the class. “What about your mother?” Someone prompted.

Felix was dumbfound. What should he say? “She, she died.” He managed to say. Miss Sirenium licked her lips, and it was the turn of another.

After the whole class of twenty-five was introduced, they went on a tour of the school. Felix’s jaw dropped as he discovered the three gyms, two auditorians, five computer rooms, two cafterterias and an Olympic-sized pool.

When the tour was over, they went back to their lockers for lunch. Felix tookout his lunch box and made his way to the lunchroom which was for the juniors.

Felix sat down with the rest of his class, alone. He began eating his gourmet sandwhich which included the finest white bread, pork, fresh tomatoes, lettuce aand expensive cheese from France. The boy that had asked him about his mother came towards him. “Hi,” he said shily to Felix. “Can I sit here?”

Felix nodded and moved to make room. “Sure. I’m Felix.” Felix said. The boy nodded. “I know. I’m Jesus Gonselo.” Jesus smiled pleasantly. He had ddirty blonde hair with bright, intelligent-looking blue eyes.

“How did your mother die?” Jesus softly wondered out loud.

“Oh, um, child-birth.” Felix thought quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said, looking at Felix through his big eyes. “What was her name?”

“Ty- um, sorry, Tamara. Tamara Faust. What about your family?” Felix replied, changing the subject.

It turned out that Mr. Gonzelo was the school board’s president, and Mrs. Gonselo was a French chef.

Hence, Jesus Gonzelo and Felix Faust became best friends.

Chapter Three

Miss Sirenium was their swimming teacher, as well as registration, so Felix and Jesus saw her every morning, as well as every other day, at third period. They saw her in the halls, her smile as she greeted, her high heels clicking against the marble ground.

Felix liked swimming. Miss Sirenium had taught him not only front crawl and back crawl, but also dolphin kick, breast stroke, and how to dive.

A couple of months passed , and Felix was one of the best. Mr. Faust became proud of his son on scoring ninety-seven percent in his report card.

Meanwhile, he had told Jesus of his real heritage, even though he could not see through the Mist (a magical illusion that makes mortals see what they want to believe).

One cold March afternoon, the class was having free time. The girls were playing a massive game of monkey in the middle, and the guys were playing basketball. However, Felix and Jesus were swimming laps.

A soft humming sound floated across the pool. Felix stood up straight, treading the water in a bicycle motion. He looked towards the sound. Miss Sirenium was smiling and he began swimming toward sher.

Jesus stopped and looked up. He had never seen Felix swim quite so badly.  But then, he looked at Felixs’ tranced face, and he knew that he had to get the crossbow.

Jesus swam to the edge, dodging a group of girls in bikinis playing volleyball. He pulled himself up and wobbled to the change tooms, water dripping from his red plad shorts.

Meanwhile, Felix was having difficulty staying aloft.  The view disappeared, and all he saw was himself, in front of Echidna, but the form was shimmering, changing into the worst monsters... Cyclops... Talos... the Minotaur... a Gegenee... He saw himself take his crossbow, and yell out, “I am Felix Faust, son of Tyche, defender of Camp Half-Blood, and the reason why your friends are <i>not</i> here! Fear me!” Whichever monster it was, it growled. “Good luck, young hero.” Stubbornly, Felix responded before firing, “I am the son of Tyche! I’m simply oozing with luck!”  The vision melted away, and Felix was standing in front of a siren. She was a vulture,  with black feathers and gray talons, but her head was still the same;  the wavy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

Then Felix’s head went underwater.

He gasped for breath, but all he got was a mouthful of chlorine. Felix struggled in the water, fighting to find the surface.

Suddenly, the humming stopped, and Felix was bobbing in the water.

On deck was Jesus, the crossbow in his arms, another arrow notched in place. Where the monster was perched, there was only a smell of sulphur, and what seemed like yellow sand.

Felix knew, however, that Miss Sirenium was history.