Marcus Fenyo

• Breeane Coleman, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2014

PERCY JACKSON FAN FICTION- MARCUS FENYO
Marc didn’t let on that he was scared.
The monster leered in front of him, the lower half of her body a long, shimmering and downright ugly tail. A tattered Greek stola dress clung to her torso. Her eyes looked like they were made of flames.
“You will die, son of Zeus,” the monster sneered at him. “Not if I can help it,” Marcus Fenyo replied.
Marc flipped his dagger, ß?ovt?, out of the scabbard at his hip. Its name, which translates to thunder, was engraved on the dagger’s hilt. Ancient Greek carvings embezzled its gleaming blade.
The monster looked a little less confident, but smirked at him nonetheless. “You heros. You’re all the same. So ignorant. Do you know who I am, demigod?”
“I don’t care who you are!” Marc said fiercely, “But you can’t kill me!” Marc was surprised at how confident he sounded. His stomach was lurching and he felt his knees shaking slightly. But who was this monster? She didn’t look like any of the monster that he’d battled before. And Marc had battled a lot…
“I am Lamia!” she bellowed, “Devourer of children!” “You’re name is Lame?” Marc said blankly.
“Ugh! Why does everyone say that?” Lamia screeched, lunging with her claws towards Marc. Years of training kicked into him. Marc leapt to the side, and then dashed forward to get out of Lamia’s reach whilst she was distracted for those few vital seconds.
A bigger demigod than Marc wouldn’t have been quick enough. But Marc was agile and small for his age, with chocolate-brown hair and crystal-blue eyes. Besides that, Marc was smart. His brain was whirring. He just needed a distr-
Marc’s thoughts were interrupted by a BANG!
Marc had forgotten that he was at school. The deputy principal had burst through the doors, almost knocking them of their hinges. His eyes widened slightly when he saw a student pointing a gun at a little old lady.
“Stupid Mist,” Marc muttered. The mortal didn’t know that the “gun” was actually a dagger, or that the “little old lady” was actually an immortal Greek monster.
But Marc had realised that his distraction had come. While Lamia was smiling innocently at the mortal, Marc’s dagger became a blur of motion in his hands as he whirled it around and thrust it into Lamia’s gut.
The hideous monster exploded into a pile of yellow goo.
The school’s deputy principal was looking at Marc in fear. He had a mobile phone pressed against his ear, probably to call the police.
Yep. Marc could hear sirens. He shrugged mentally and slid his dagger back into his scabbard.
Then the son of Zeus flew out of the window.