DEAD HORIZON — Chapter 7: Presentation Day

Friday arrived with the kind of rain that didn’t fall so much as hang in the air. Arthur’s hoodie was damp by the time he made it to third period. English smelled like wet backpacks and cheap coffee.

Mr. Delgado stood at the front with a clipboard. “Presentations today. Mythology in modern media. Five minutes per group. Don’t make me use the timer.”

Sophia Evans was already at their desk. She had a flash drive in one hand and a printed outline in the other. Her cardigan was gray today. No wrinkles. “You ready?” she asked. Same tone she used asking for a pencil. Polite. Neutral.

Arthur set his notebook down. “Yeah.” His throat felt dry. He took a sip from his water bottle. 

Kevin Shaw sat three rows back. He was leaning on his desk, watching. Not even pretending to do work. His group was supposed to go after them. He caught Arthur’s eye and mouthed good luck with a grin that wasn’t friendly.

“Johnson and Evans,” Mr. Delgado called. “You’re up.”

Arthur stood. His chair scraped. Too loud. He walked to the front of the class. Sophia followed, calm, like this was a council meeting. She plugged in the flash drive. The projector hummed. Their title slide came up: Gods in Games and Film: How Mythology Got a Reskin.

Sophia started. “For our project, we compared how modern media adapts Greek and Norse mythology. I covered film.” She clicked. Thor, Percy Jackson, and Hercules appeared. She talked for a minute. Clear. Practiced. No notes. She knew the material.

Then she clicked again. The slide changed. God of War — Kratos vs The Pantheon. Arthur’s bullet points, cleaned up. His screenshots. His research.

“Arthur focused on video games,” Sophia said. She stepped half a step back. “He’ll explain.”

Every head in the room turned to him. Arthur’s hands felt cold. He looked at the screen, not the class. “God of War takes Greek myths and— and changes them,” he said. His voice came out steady, somehow. “Kratos isn’t real. He’s made up for the game. But the gods he fights are. Zeus. Ares. Poseidon.” He clicked to the next slide. “The game uses the myths to make the bosses feel important. Like you’re not just fighting a monster. You’re fighting a story people have told for thousands of years.”

He talked for two minutes. About Hades. About Assassin’s Creed Odyssey. About how games let you be the hero instead of watching one. His words sped up. He didn’t stutter. He didn’t say uh once. When he finished, he realized he’d been pointing at the screen like Mr. Delgado did.

Sophia clicked to the conclusion slide. “So while films modernize myths to make them relatable, games modernize them to make them playable,” she said. “Both change the originals. But they keep the core ideas. Heroes. Gods. Consequences.” She looked at Mr. Delgado. “That’s our presentation.”

The room was quiet for a second. Then Mr. Delgado nodded. “Excellent work. Clear thesis, strong examples, and you both contributed equally. That’s rare in group projects.” He marked something on his clipboard. “Well done, Mr. Johnson. I don’t think I’ve heard you talk that much all semester.”

A few kids laughed. Not mean. Just surprised. Arthur walked back to his seat. His ears were hot. He sat down hard.

Sophia sat too. She slid her notebook toward him for a second. In the margin, she’d written Nice job on Kratos in pencil. Then she erased it before he could respond and went back to paying attention.

Arthur stared at his desk. Sophia had used his research. Mr. Delgado complimented him. He wasn’t stupid. She knew that now. That was all. Tiny progress.

Kevin was still watching. His jaw was tight.

Next group went up. Arthur didn’t hear a word of it.

The bell rang. Students packed up. Arthur shoved his notebook into his bag. He stood to leave.

“Johnson.”

Kevin was at his desk before Arthur could get out of the row. Two of his friends stood behind him, blocking the aisle.

“Nice speech,” Kevin said. His voice was loud enough for the people nearby to hear. “Didn’t know you could read that good. Guess Sophia wrote it for you, huh?”

Arthur zipped his bag. “Move.”

“Nah.” Kevin leaned on Arthur’s desk. “I’m just saying. You get one group project and suddenly you think you’re smart? You still got carried.”

Arthur looked past him. Sophia was at the door, holding it open for Mr. Delgado. She wasn’t listening. Then her eyes flicked toward them. Just for a second. She saw Kevin leaning in. She saw Arthur’s hand on his bag strap. Her expression didn’t change. But she frowned. Small. Disapproving. Then she walked out.

Kevin didn’t see it. He was too busy smirking. “What? No comeback, pro gamer?”

Arthur stepped around him. He bumped Kevin’s shoulder going past. Not hard. Just enough. “You’re in my way.”

He left. He didn’t look back. But his hands weren’t shaking. That was new.

Maggie was waiting by his locker after fourth period. She had two bags of chips and a can of soda. “Heard you didn’t die up there,” she said. She tossed him a bag. “Congrats.”

“Thanks,” Arthur said. He opened the chips. “Mr. Delgado said we did good.”

“I know. Jake texted me. Said you actually talked.” She popped her soda. “Told you you weren’t an NPC.”

Arthur shrugged. “It was just a presentation.”

Maggie stopped chewing. She stared at him. “Arthur. You solo’d the final boss last month. You just explained Greek mythology to twenty people without passing out. And you’re acting like it’s nothing.” She shook her head. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It is.” Maggie’s voice got sharper. “You’re smart. You’re good at stuff. But you act like you’re waiting for someone to tell you you’re allowed to be.” She threw her empty chip bag in the trash. Hard. “It’s annoying.”

Arthur blinked. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” She sighed. “Yes. I don’t know.” She grabbed her backpack. “Forget it. I have calc. Don’t fail alone.”

She walked off. She didn’t wave. 

Arthur stood there with his chips. He didn’t understand what just happened. Maggie was mad, but not at him. Or maybe at him. For not seeing something she saw. That thought sat heavy.

After school, the rain had stopped. The bus smelled like wet seats. Arthur sat by the window. His phone buzzed.

Aiko: Presentation survive?

Arthur smiled before he could stop it. He typed back.

Arthur: Barely.

Aiko: Weak.

Arthur: It was five minutes. I’m not built for public speaking.

Aiko: You’re built for 1v3s but not talking. Priorities.

Arthur: Shut up.

Aiko: Make me. Next week. Same map.

Arthur: Neon District.

Aiko: Still wrong.

Arthur put his phone down. The conversation was stupid. Pointless. It made the bus ride feel shorter.

When he got home, the house was quiet. Penny was at a friend’s. His parents weren’t back from work. He dropped his bag and checked his laptop. One new email. 

Subject: Great work today

From: Sophia Evans <[email protected]>

Arthur opened it.

Mr. Delgado was right. You did great on the presentation. Thanks for pulling your weight. The God of War section was the strongest part.

— Sophia

That was it. Two lines. 

Arthur read it once. Then again. Then a third time.

He closed the laptop. Opened it. Read it again.

It was just a thank-you. Normal. Professional. 

But his thumb kept scrolling back to it. 

He was seventeen. He could beat Aiko Tanaka in overtime and not flinch. But he would spend the next hour wondering if “pulling your weight” meant she thought he was lazy before.

Outside, the sky had cleared. No meteor. No zombies. No horror.

Just Sophia Evans knowing he existed. 

Just Maggie liking him more and him not noticing. 

Just Aiko becoming a friend. 

Just Kevin hating him more. 

Just Friday.