First message
The swords clashing against each other and grunts of fighting demigods almost drowned out the attention for a meeting. I hold out my hand to my sparring buddy, Jase, and help him up. I wonder what the meeting could be about, he tells me, putting his glasses back on. I grab my shirt and wipe my forehead before slipping it back over my head. Dunno, but it’s pretty exciting. I wrap my arm around his shoulder, standing a few inches above him, and begin to walk towards the meeting grounds.