The massive sign for Pandora Agency had seen better days. The electric purple lettering had started to rust, with the O not even lit up. For anyone passing by here in Los Angeles, this would seem like a Z-tier talent agency. River Seth would have thought as much if not for the fact that he had been through the doors before.
Located in a lower key, more residential part of LA, River could guess that none of the locals even knew what the building was for. The first time River had been told about the building, he had searched them up on his phone, only to discover a website that hadn’t been update since the nineties.
And yet Dionysus, god of far too many things, who was also River’s father, had told him that this was the place to be for the west coast of America. In truth Pandora Agency was just a shell, containing a magical secret inside. For this was just one of many links around the world that led to the ancient Olympian temple, where the demi-god children of the Olympians gathered to prepare for the ascension challenge.
Even though River had chosen to drive here, he was still unsure if being a god was for him. After all he had a hard enough time being an actor, let alone a divine being. But there was just something alluring about living forever among the heavens. So he entered the run down building.
Once inside, River found himself in an orange colored room, with a brown carpet spread across, which told him that they probably hadn’t changed the design since the seventies. The sole other person in the room was the receptionist, an elderly woman sitting next to an equally elderly phone. River didn’t bother talking to her, knowing what she would say.
Please take a seat. Your guide will be here shortly.
So River took a seat, sinking into one of those uncomfortable doctor’s office chairs. He guessed that he had arrived early as there was no other demi-gods present. This was supposed to be the first time the Olympian demi-gods of the west coast were to be meeting. Truth be told, River had never actually met a fellow demi-god. His father Dionysus had a more hands off approach to raising River, meaning he didn’t really interact with things of myth.
Still, River was excited. Apparently besides him, there were three other demi-gods that were due to show today. From the little he had been told, none of them were his half-siblings, as Dionysus had stated that River was his only American child, or at least the only one still alive.
So River tried to relax as best as he could in the hard chair as he waited for the others. Fortunately he wouldn’t be waiting long.
Located in a lower key, more residential part of LA, River could guess that none of the locals even knew what the building was for. The first time River had been told about the building, he had searched them up on his phone, only to discover a website that hadn’t been update since the nineties.
And yet Dionysus, god of far too many things, who was also River’s father, had told him that this was the place to be for the west coast of America. In truth Pandora Agency was just a shell, containing a magical secret inside. For this was just one of many links around the world that led to the ancient Olympian temple, where the demi-god children of the Olympians gathered to prepare for the ascension challenge.
Even though River had chosen to drive here, he was still unsure if being a god was for him. After all he had a hard enough time being an actor, let alone a divine being. But there was just something alluring about living forever among the heavens. So he entered the run down building.
Once inside, River found himself in an orange colored room, with a brown carpet spread across, which told him that they probably hadn’t changed the design since the seventies. The sole other person in the room was the receptionist, an elderly woman sitting next to an equally elderly phone. River didn’t bother talking to her, knowing what she would say.
Please take a seat. Your guide will be here shortly.
So River took a seat, sinking into one of those uncomfortable doctor’s office chairs. He guessed that he had arrived early as there was no other demi-gods present. This was supposed to be the first time the Olympian demi-gods of the west coast were to be meeting. Truth be told, River had never actually met a fellow demi-god. His father Dionysus had a more hands off approach to raising River, meaning he didn’t really interact with things of myth.
Still, River was excited. Apparently besides him, there were three other demi-gods that were due to show today. From the little he had been told, none of them were his half-siblings, as Dionysus had stated that River was his only American child, or at least the only one still alive.
So River tried to relax as best as he could in the hard chair as he waited for the others. Fortunately he wouldn’t be waiting long.