Mortals Meet Demigods

Nisha Vallie-the Stolls

Nisha^^^

Okaaay, it isn't much of a MMDs, because Nisha is my demigod OC, and she's basically me in demigod form. Anyway, here we go!

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I sighed, laying down on my bed. My new flatmates were soooo loud.

Hey. I'm Nisha Vallie, and I'm taking biological enginnering (A/N: I'm not sure if this is an actual course, but my cousin takes this) at Harvard.

My new flatmates were Travis and Connor Stoll, who immeadiately after their arrival, hid in their room and began making noise. (A/N: NOT THE DIRTY KIND OF NOISE, YOU DIRTY MINDED IDIOT)

It was already 8:00 p.m., and I had SATs tomorrow!! I mean, I didn't tell them, but it's an unspoken rule here that you shouldn't disturb wach other. (A/N: I don't exactly know how Harvard works, or how you take SATs, because I DON'T LIVE IN FREEDOM LAND, OK?!)

I sighed, finally fed up. I took off my covers and walked down to Connor's door, and knocked.

I was there for a good two minutes when he opened the door.

"Hey."he said.

"Um, what are you doing there?"I asked.

"Er, nothing, nothing."he said meekly.

"Okaaay."I said, not believing.

I looked him up and down. He was wearing an orange t-shirt with faded writing, so I couldn't make out what it said. He had on a pair of beach shorts and loafers, and

Wait, is that a sword hooked to his belt?!

"Why have you have a sword?!"I screeched quietly.

He looked down, eyes widening.

"No, no, this is a tennis racket!"he said, obviously lying.

"No."I argued. "That's a sword."

"What's a sword?"said a new voice. His brother, Travis, poked his head out his door.

It now struck me that they looked like twins. But when they arrived, they
assured me they weren't twins.

"His "tennis racket"."I quoted.

Travis stared at me for a few seconds, and looked at Connor, who nodded.

Connor faced me. "Who's your dad?"he asked.

"Urm, I don't know."I confessed.

"So, you know your mom?"he asked.

"No."I said.

He looked at his brother, seemingly having a silent discussion. He talked to me again.

"Can you explain?"he asked.

"I came from an orphanage. Harvard was looking for people who were smart enough to grab a scholarship here. I was one. So I'm here."I replied.
"But, I knew my dad for a brief while, he was the one who gave me to the orphanage. I never knew his name, and I never saw him again."I added hoarsley. My family was a really touchy subject.

"So you have no idea who your mom is?"he asked. I nodded.

"What course are you taking?"asked Travis. "Biological Engineering."I replied.

"Isn't that super hard?"he asked.

"Yeah."I nodded.

"I'm gonna have a private word with my brother."said Connor, and they exchanged hushed words, and I only managed to hear 'probably Athena'.

"Do you have ADHD or dyslexia?"he asked.

I replied, "No, just mild cases of dyslexia and I'm just really hyperactive."I said, jiggling my foot.

They nodded.

"You have to come with us."they said in unison. I adamantly shook my head. "Dude, if you haven't noticed, WE'RE IN COLLEGE. I won't drop everything and leave."

They sighed. "Look, you know about Greek gods and all that?" Connor asked.

"Like, Athena, Hermes, the Furies....."I counted.

"Shh!!!"said Travis.

"Oh, and hellhounds...."I said, when the door exploded and a huge, smelly, dog-like creature bounded in.

"You just had to say hellhound!"shouted Connor over the noise. He drewhis sword, and Travis did the same.

"Get out of here! Run to the parking lot!"shouted Travis. I stood frozen in place as the....hellhound....lunged at me.

"Styx!"yelled Connor, and he pushed me out of the way.

I coughed dust away from my mouth, and shakily tried to stand, when I realised someone was hugging me protectively, sheilding me from the claws of the hellhound.

Connor.

"Connor, get off! You're getting hurt!"I shouted.

He got off me, and turned to face the hellhound. I stared in horror at the scars on his back, huge claw marks that had broken his shirt and dug into his skin. They were bleeding pretty bad.

"Nisha, get out!" he shouted.

I nodded and made a dash for the door. The hellhound noticed and slashed a claw at my leg, leaving a deep slice on my right leg.

"Cr*p!" I scremead, and lunged out the door. Other students were coming out of their rooms, confused. One saw me and the cut on my skin, and screamed.

"Nisha!"Connor bounded out the room and helped me stand. The growling of the hellhound stopped, maybe Travis had killed it.

"C'mon."he said, and I followed him without question, Travis running aftee us.

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Ok, that's end of that! I'm really thinking of a story for my OC, Nisha there. So yeah! Goodnight! 🌚