CHILDREN OF GODS
Surely I’m dreaming or hallucinating, he told himself.
Suddenly, a deep, feathery voice filled his head like the voice of the divine calling to him. “I know who you are, James Olympia.”
The sound reverberating inside his head made his skin crawl and his hairs stand on end.
“Yes, James Olympia. Child of the Prophecy, I know all about you.”
Acidic bile rose in his throat, but he forced it back down as best as possible.
“You can never win. You can never defeat me. I will rule this world from the throne of Olympus and nothing you do, you weak, pitiful boy, can stop me.”