Phlegon: A Narrative Fiction

“If you had any sense you would know not to stand in front of a target.” said a deep voice. “Are you Chiron?” I asked. “Yes, I am,” he responded. “Who are you.” “I am Phlegon, son of hephaestus, I have been sent here by my dad himself to train to become a hero so I can slay the telekine king.” “Mmm, I see,” said the centaur. “So, what should I do first?” I asked.
“You can climb this mountain to prove that you are worthy of my training,” he said.
“What!”
“Complaining won’t help.” He said calmly, “you said you wanted training worthy of a hero, did you not?”
“Fine.” I started to head up the mountain, Hours later of a painfully hot and tiring hike through complete brush, I arrived at the foot of the cave.
When I met Chiron, I said, “Hows …show more content…
“You can after you build a battle machine.” Chiron said
“Done” I said, I loved to build stuff, and I had never thought of make a battle robot before. Only an half hour passed by when I finished. The robot hd two swords and a flame thrower.
“Now can I have a snack?”
“Yes, eat well and get some sleep also. See you in the morning.”
I did as I was told. Chirons cave was quite nice actually. The wall was covered and decorated nicely with tapestries and portraits of Past heroes that he must have mentored. The fire smelled of tea and it was not long until I had fell asleep. That night I had bad nightmares. I was at the kingdom of the telekinesis, I had failed my father and was cornered by the creatures. They slaughtered me as I was hopelessly outnumbered. I woke up with a start to meet chiron sipping his tea studying me like I was some unknown insect that had just sat right in front of him.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning,” I replied getting up from my bed.
“Are you ready for you big day of training today?”
“Big day?” I asked confused.
“Yes, you are going to fight the machine that you made.”
“What!” I said wide awake