Zayne watched the people of London from the top of their prized clock tower, Big Ben. He watched them all, looking down at those that passed through the space between his black boots, observing them as the singular entity they truly were, appearing to him as he guessed they would to any god; as nothing more than ants under his feet. He stood just above the very tip of the tower, standing upon a solid platform of air that he’d created with minimal effort. Zayne sighed as he ran his hair through his dark brown hair, which had taken to blowing around directly in his green eyes. His reason for being at the top of the tower was not to watch the people below, though. He was searching for someone.. Or, rather, several someones. He was waiting for the halfbloods that his father said would offer their aide in the protection of the very tower he stood above. As an anchor of western civilization, the giants would come to destroy the tower by any means necessary, and if necessary, Zayne would have to fight them alone. He liked the way the world was, and knew for a fact that if the anchors were destroyed, the gods and everything they had created would unravel, destroying everything he loved.
His video games, his home, his money, his car.. They would all disappear if the gods were allowed to fall. He couldn’t have that.. So, if he ever saw those multi-colored freaks of above average height, he’d put a bullet through their faces.
Zayne sighed as he sat down on his little platform and watched the area below his now swinging feet, waiting for something interesting to go down. He was sure that, in such a boring town, he’d be able to spot any other halfbloods the instant they came around. He tucked his hands under his button down shirt, which was blowing around his body furiously, resting them just on top of the handgun holsters that were strapped under his shoulders.

The streets of London were fabulous. Every where he went Aeneas saw more things of interest. Just an hour ago he ate at a famous eatery that served "Blood pudding", it was so delicious that he had to order seconds. Though that took some money from his budget it was all fine. It was best to worry about those things when they came about.

Aeneas walked through the streets trying to get to the Big Ben clock tower. There was no way he would miss getting a picture of that. He stopped when two men stepped out of an alley way, they had guns. "Give us your money or else." One of the muggers stated bluntly. Aeneas quickly responded to the statement. "Wait why are you this? If you can buy an expensive gun like that why would you need my money? Besides I've got only two US dollars on me so why would you possibly want it?" He paused before continuing. "Further more, though I'm a tourist I still know that this place is swarming with the force and that gunshot would alert all of them here. So how about you put that gun down and we just let it be." The man put the gun down in a daze as Aeneas walked past him towards the monument. Grand building indeed.