Sean watched as Mark summoned a sword into his hands. Confused, Sean glanced at Mark, who just so had a determined, warlike look in his eyes. He was staring on the other side of the bus, so Sean didn't understand what was happening. Sean followed Mark's gaze as he saw the same thing that Mark saw. The new passengers had one eye and each of them stared right at him and his friends. He remembered something from the prophecy but beware, monsters and gods will fight, but it made little sense. Prophecies were supposed to go in order of its deliverances. At least that's what he thought. Even Alex didn't seem too thrilled at the sight. The bus stopped at a red light. When Sean looked at the driver, the driver didn't seem to care. In fact, he paid close attention to the road.

"Mark?" Sean whispered. "What's going on?"

"Cyclopes." Alex said instead of Mark answering. "They're here because they can smell you."

"How is that possible?!" Sean whispered-screamed. "Why would it even matter?"

"It matters because your demigods and the ones whose parents are the most powerful are the one they're attracted to." Alex explained. Sean thought about it for a few minutes and realized what he meant.

"It doesn't matter. We need to get off this bus now." Mark said, but before they could even get up, the rider approached them.

"I'm sorry, sir, but are you worried about something?" the rider asked. Sean slowly looked up at the one-eyed monster, trying to form the words. He and his friends stood, but it stopped them when the other riders got up from their chairs. "What's wrong Child of Hades? You have a problem? After all, we're all people here too!" Even though Sean wanted to calm the situation, it didn't seem to help. Considering the monsters grabbed Sean by the arm and dragged him out from the seat. Sean groaned as he fell to the ground. Instantly, Mark jumped in and attacked the one-eyed monster. A yell of pain hit when the monster was attacked with a bronze sword. Getting to his feet, Sean pulled out his own weapon, a double-edged bronze sword. The monsters ran at them with axes, swinging them. But in such a confined space, Mark, Sean, and Alex were struggling to get through the battle. Seeing their chance, they sent monsters through the glass doors, breaking it into a million pieces.

"Hey!" the driver yelled, but rather than answer, the trio quickly left the bus before anything else could happen.

***

Mark did not enjoy fighting on a bus. In fact, it was probably the most dangerous thing that he'd ever done. Throughout his short life, he hadn't expected that he would go up against monsters. Monsters that were nothing but works of fiction, and gods that still existed or that they weren't anymore than myths. But now here he was with Sean, both of them children of the gods. Although Mark acted a little jealous of Sean. Out of all the gods, Sean had to be claimed by Hades. The child of the big three. How could he even compete with that? He was a child of Ares, which meant that they were cousins. His brain hurt just thinking about it. They got off the bus as the monsters got off the transportation. They were in the forests of New Jersey at this point. Mark grabbed Alex and Sean and pushed them forward. They couldn't fight them all off at once, hell he never thought about the outcome.

"Why don't we just stand and fight?!" Sean exclaimed as they ran through the forest.

"We can't do that because we don't know how many of them are there!" Mark yelled. "What if there were more?!"

"It doesn't matter. If we can get through the wilderness, we can find something that would help us hide your scent." Alex suggested. Mark opened his mouth to say something. However, Alex took a step forward and the three of them dove into the mud. Now covered in mud, the trio watched as the cyclopes walked past them without even looking in their general direction. A sigh of relief passed through all three of them as they leaned back.

"Now that they're out of our sights, we should set up camp." Sean suggested.

"I'll collect some firewood." Mark said immediately. He pushed himself off the ground and walked through the forest, gathering firewood. While he was going through and collecting the firewood, Mark paused and saw a muscular man with a belligerent attitude. He wore black jeans and combat boots, even a black leather jacket with a red muscle shirt with what Mark assumed was a bullet-proof vest. The strange connection between him and the man was like a pulse, a feeling to fight, and Mark couldn't explain it.

"Hello son." the man said. Shocked and surprised, Mark had no words to describe what he was seeing. He'd been standing right in front of his father.