It’s my turn

{Unkown place}

I had gone too bed after a long day of practice, when I opened my eyes again I was in a place which I hadn't been in a long time. Darkness, not like the one I usually saw but absolute darkness, rummaging around in different directions.

The darkness seemed to welcome my arrival as the rummaging stopped and millions of eyes with different sizes all started opening at the same time, inspecting me.

"Hello son, we meet again." A voice that seemed to come from all directions reverberated across the space. "Yeah hi dude, I don't know who you are but I am pretty sure I am not your son." I said to the one of the biggest eyes in particular.

"You are but that doesn't matter right now you will find out in due time. Now you must go to the attic and find the Oracle she will give you what you need." The powerful, low-pitched voice reverberating once again through the infinite space we were in.

Suddenly before I could answer the all enncompassing voice I sunk into the shadowy ground beneath me, and woke up jolting from my bed. "Should I listen to the voice, I mean it is weird but what is the worst that could happen." I lightly said aloud before getting out of bed and leaving my room.

I slowly climbed the creaking steps, after finally making it to the final floor. I opened the door to the attic the creaking only growing louder the more I opened it. After fully opening the door, I could see through my 'sight' a ton of different things ranging from books to ancient weapons, I couldn't help but think back to the last time I was here.

{1 year ago}

"Dad why are we going to the attic I didn't receive a quest in my dreams or anything similar." I said to my dad walking in front of me. "Don't worry son we aren't here for a quest, it is just that you have improved a lot when it comes to wielding a spear so I wanted to try something." My dad replied.

"Oh well okay." I finished saying, when we finally made it into the attic my 'sight' picked up on an old mummy looking skeleton which supposedly was the Oracle standing at the back of the room. "Come on Odysseus over here." My dad said jolting me out of my stupor.

"Yeah dad coming." I said while walking towards him, "Here it is." My dad said while pointing at an enclosed box he slowly opened it revealing a spear with one point head on each end.

"This here is the Pelian spear it was once wielded by Achilles one of my greatest students, it is said that no one else but him could wield it, and while many thought of that to be a myth that was in fact one of the spear's abilities sadly no one after Achilles' death was claimed by the spear so no has been able to wield it since, I normally show this spear to demigods who have a lot of proficiency in the spear but no one has been chosen by the spear." My dad said finishing his explanation.

"So what do I have to do?" I asked my dad, "Simple just try to grab it if you can pick it up then that means you are chosen simple right." My dad said. I nodded my head at his words and walked to the spear I extended my hand and tried grabbing the spear as soon as my fingertips touched it the spear started reacting.

Slowly the spear started turning into different bands and crawling onto my right hand, they slowly started etching themselves into my hand, and I fell to the floor buckling in pain since it felt as if threads of molten lava where being implanted into my hand.

"Goddamn dad, this is hurting like a bitch!" I yelled in pain. "Odysseus, language." My dad said a little of worry evident in his voice even though his words didn't show it. "What do you mean language I am having a legendary spear erected into my fucking hand!" I continued yelling.

"Odysseus, stop yelling the process is over." My dad said trying to calm me dow. I 'looked' towards my right hand an etched on it was the picture of a Greek helmet.

{Flashback ends}

As I recalled that 'fond' memory I couldn't help but 'look' towards my hand where my spear resided. While I was remembering the somewhat traumatic scene that had occurred over a year ago, my 'sight' caught something the mummified Oracle slowly started moving from her chair and started walking towards me.

"Well isn't that cool, how the hell is it moving though it doesn't have muscles probably through magic." I said aloud as I walked closer to the walking Oracle. The mummified Oracle stopped when it finally made it in front of me, then it opened its mouth slightly as smoke started coming out of her mouth.

The smoke continued gathering and flowing until it finally made an image of my father's study room where I could 'see' him reading a book. The figure of my dad opened it's mouth and a distorted deep voice said.

"In dreams of shadows, his father speaks

Whispers of labors, 9 to achieve

On an 8-year path that he must brave

Alone, cursed soul seeks to save

Through trials echoing ancient lore

The journey unfolds, a quest evermore."

"Well I guess I finally got a quest and on my birthday too, who knows maybe I will meet Kevin and Hugh after all they haven't come back from their quest yet."

*Author Note: 2 things I know another short chapter sorry only around 1000 words not including this. Now onto what I wanted to say the abilities of the Pelian Spear, 1) Unwieldable: it isn't able to be wielded by annoy one besides the user, 2)Indestructible: the spear like Achilles himself is indestructible, 3) Tatoo-Spear: the user is able to desummon the spear into the user's dominant hand and summon it back, it takes the form of a tattoo of a Greek helmet.