The Dean walked quickly down the long hallway. He was late. Again. Somehow the Dean always lost track of time when it comes to his online crossword puzzles. Bursting open the double, wooden doors into the conference room and muttering his apologies for his lateness, he tried to sit down in his chair at the end of the large, rectangular table filled with his distinguish peers.
"Now fellow people," The Dean forcibly said, trying to get the various adults attention on him, those few who weren't paying attention when he banged (very loudly and rather forcibly) the wooden doors open. "St. Olympus' Academy for Boys is designed to teach and protect the children from the gods, whether they be sired from a human, another god, nymph, satyr. You name it. All of our students will become full fledged minor gods once they graduate from this school. As you all know, St. Olympus can only let in 20 students for each year, and we must fill the first spots with the high twelve's children, we wouldn't want to make any of them angry again."
"Last time was rather disgraceful to all of us that you forgot to add Zeus only son into the class, Dean" A gruff satyr mumbled from the left side of the mahogany table.
"For the last time I gave Zeus a thousand apologies on that matter, and it was 126 years ago, can we let it go? Okay, Now let's get down to business. Who are we going to have for our next class." The various teacher's and important patrons of the school started flipping through their assorted papers, all having a picture and various details about possible students.
"We all know the order for the children: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, then Ares and Hephaestus, followed by Aphrodite, Apollo, and Athena, then Demeter, Dionysus, and finally Hermes." The satyr spoke up again. His name was Han-Kolios, but most people just called him Hank.
"Zeus has two children, same number for Hades and Poseidon has one son." A bored minor god yawned. Hypnos was always a lit tired, even at his most excited.
"Ares has a son" A small tree Nymph spoke with malice. It was Ares who burned down her sister's in the tree grove, luckily she survived and was transported to St. Olympus Academy.
"Yes, definitely him." The Dean agreed.
"Hephaestus has no children this year." A quiet murmuring started up through the various people once Hank said this.
"Aphrodite has a child, Apollo has twin boys, and Athena has one child for this year." Hypnos said, getting everyone back on track. He wanted this to get over as soon as possible so that he could return to sleeping, he was the God of Sleep after all.
"Demeter and Dionysus both have one child, Hermes has twin boys."
"So that's it for the major gods. How many spots do we have left?" The Dean asked while flipping his first stack of papers about the sons from major gods. Now to the minor god's children.
"Seven spots left, Dean" His secretary, Trudy the harpy, replied.
"Let's have Mnemosyne's boy's take two spots, we need to have our test scores go up. And Tyche's son. We all remember the last time we didn't let Tyche's son into our class she started the Great Depression." The Tree Nymph, Barbilla, of now Barbara, said, reminding everyone not to get on Tyche's bad side, even if she is as fickle as the winds.
"Four spots left, Dean" Trudy said. All without looking up from her laptop where she was recording every future student down.
"How about Hercules' twins. They would make great additions to our sports teams." Asclepius, the school's doctor and the God of Medicine inquired.
"Asclepius, fair point." Hank the Satyr said while nodding in agreement.
"Oh, and Nyx's son. The kid has a 3.9 GPA, is the captain of his soccer team. And is excellent at Astrology, he single-handedly found 4 new constellates before the age of ten." Asclepius listed off the fact's for Nyx's son while looking at his bio.
"Let's put him on the List" The Dean said, directed at Trudy.
"Dean?" The minor sea god, formally know as Glaucus, said. He was usually silent, taking everyone by surprise when he spoke up.
"Yes, Graham? The Dean jumped at his words. To be honest, the dean forgot he was even their at times.
"We all know who the last spot has to go to." Different types of murmuring echoed through the conference room. Some angry, some sad, some happy, but most uncertain.
"Your right. But I wanted this to be relatively easy class. Everyone knows that his child will bring trouble wherever he goes." The Dean whined, he was tired of all the trouble these demi-gods get into. I need a sabbatical, he signed to himself in his 3000 year old mind.
"Yes, but we must. It's our duty and this child is very powerful." Graham, said more forcibly, everyone in the room, including graham could not remember the last time he was so passionate about something. Usually he just let the other, especially the louder one, create the plans, and he just happily followed.
"Fine. The last spot goes to the son of Eros." The Dean sighed. This class was definitely going to be interesting.
So that is my first time, folks. This is just a prologue for more to come. If anyone has any suggestions at all please email me at logan.a.montgomery@gmail.com. Praise and Criticism is much appreciated.