Im new to this. Ive been thinking how everybody does a story on a child of Kronos. So I thought Id do one on a son of Saturn (Kronos roman form). Basically Alex Johnson is an amnesic son of Saturn who has to try and remember who he is and decide if hes gonna fight on the side of his father and grandmother or his brothers. And lead a dangerous quest to find where the phonixe ashes a magical powerful artifact that has the power to revive anybody that coats their body in the ashes and burns it. Heres the first part

Alex's P.O.V

I don’t remember much of my life. Actually all of it is pretty much a blur. I don’t even remember my name. I remembered woke up groggy finding myself on the ground in front of a house surrounded by trees in the house. Out woods came a pack of wolves. Most of them had dark white fur but one in front had dark brown-red fur. I figured that one was the pack leader. One of them growled and ran towards. My instincts took over as I dodged out the way. It growled in rage as it missed its target. I reached on my back like I’ve done it a thousand times. Something in my head said “more”. I didn’t have time to wander about it because at that moment the wolf roared and charged at me. Over my back I felt leather gripped handle and pulled it over my shoulder. It was blade/sword that was curved with hooks. On the flat part it had a line that was imbedded on it. The line branched off into different direction. I didn’t care, with my other had I felt another blade and grabbed it. I squeezed the handle and the blade came off the handle connected by a chain. It strucked the wolf slashing it side and stomach, sending it flying into a tree. I let go off the trigger and the blade retracted back onto the handle. The wolf I wounded howled in pain. That made three more wolves mad as they saw me wound there comrade. One lunged at me but I jumped into the air with surprising strength. The two still on the ground also jumped surrounding both my sides. I felt like I’ve done this before as I spent in a circle and released the blades again repeatedly striking them. I landed on my feet shockingly fine but that’s more I could say for the three wolves that I wounded. I checked out the blades and saw I had a black tattoo-like line run down my arms. I saw what I was wearing a black shirt with black jean shorts and red black blue and white Nikes. The lead wolf just stood there. It looked it was trying to grin like it was impressed that I was able to wound its fellow pack members. It opened its mouth like it went to speak.
“You are a strong one young demigod” A voice said inside my head.
“Who said that?” I said. It had to have been the lead wolf because we were the only ones there. I felt mad when the voice called me a demigod like it wasn’t what I was. “Was it you” I pointed one of my blades towards the wolf
“Yes it was I” It said back.
“Who are you” I asked
“I am the she wolf goddess” It said
“Lupa” I said. I don’t know how I knew that. I put the blades on my back again surprisingly they stuck.
“Yes so you’ve heard of me” Lupa said.
“Yes I think so. You’re the she wolf goddess Lupa, trainer of roman heroes like Remus and Romulus.” I said don’t ask how I knew that.
“So have heard of me” Lupa said
“Yeah I guess. To be honest I don’t even know how I knew that. I don’t even know who I am let alone who you are. That’s it that’s all.” I said
“So you’ve come to house with no memories of who you are” She said.
“You don’t sound that surprised” I said
“I have dealt with this before.” She said
“Where am I” I asked
“We are here at my home the Wolf House beginning of Roman heroes” She said
“Roman heroes” I said

She started to explain to me how roman mythology was real and how the gods and goddesses of Rome were alive. I asked what does that have to do with me. She told that I was a descended of one of them. I felt uncomfortable when she said that like it wasn’t true. She told me now that I knew who I was that my scent would get stronger and how it would not be long before they found out.

“Who are they” I asked
“Monsters. Terrible creatures whose sole purpose was to hunt down heroes.” She said “They track you down by following your scent”
I sniffed my shirt. “I don’t smell anything.” I said
“You can’t smell it but I and every monster in a two mile radius can.” She said “Every descended of an immortal has one. And by the smell of yours, you’re quite the powerhouse. I never smelled anything like it. Not even the children of Jupiter, Neptune, or Pluto have a scent this strong and they’re the children of three most powerful gods.” She said with what sounded like worry in her voice.
“What does it smell like” I ask. If I’d known what I was I would never asked that question.
“It smells powerful, ancient, older than the gods like the ti-” She stopped herself
“What” I asked her
“It’s nothing” She said
“So why am I here?” I asked
“Normal I have to train you to hold your own in a battle but it seems with you there is no need.” She said
“So what do I do now” I asked
“You go to camp” She said. She started to walk away.