Hey guys! This is a rewrite of my original story, The Rise of Celeste Wayne. As most of you know, I posted an AN stating that I was unhappy with this story so I decided to fix that. Well, I'm sure you didn't come for my rambling. On with the fic! (I own nothing!) Oh, and anyone who is named Alexis, Elizabeth, or Autumn please don't be offended.

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Not knowing who your father is all your life is frustrating.

It leaves so many questions. Like is he nice? Mean? A loser? Rich? It's not like I don't love my mother, really I do. It's just that I want to know about the other side of my family. But Mom is relentless. Every time I ask about my father she either doesn't respond or replies with, "You would have loved him." Then she would stare into space and not talk to me after.

I'll admit, a part of me does sort of hate him. My aunt Shayera told me that the day Mom was going to tell him she was pregnant, he broke her heart. She says she doubts he even knows of my existence. My mom's always been distant, even from her own sister (my aunt Donna). Don't get me wrong, my mother is still strong and independent. In fact, she's the strongest person I know.

I sit at the breakfast table as Mom hurriedly gets ready for work. "Celeste, make sure you catch the bus on time," she reminds me. "I don't want another call from the school saying that you never showed up."

I grinned. "What was I supposed to do?" I asked innocently. "Walk?"

My mom couldn't keep the smile of her face as she gracefully walked over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Have a good day," she said. "Try not to listen to what the other kids are saying."

The grin slipped off my face. At school, I'm known as the freak. I'm faster and stronger than everyone my age. I can't help it that I can lift desks over my head or that I broke the school track record that hasn't been broken in decades. "I'll try," I promised.

Mom gave me a stern look. "No fighting," she added.

"But mom," I whined. "Alexis was asking for it." Alexis Rosa, oh how I despised the very mention of her name. She and her followers Elizabeth Mensa and Autumn Fall seemed to be the self-appointed ringleaders of making my life a living hell (although if my name was Autumn Fall, I'd be cranky too). One day, I had finally had enough of their crap and decked Alexis right in the face. I should have been expelled, but Mom threatened to sue the school for all the bullying I had gone through. And it just so happened that Mom is an expert lawyer, the best in the state.

"Celeste Martha Hippolyta Prince," Mom said warningly.

I held my hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok," I relented. "I'll try to ignore her."

Mom smiled. "Good girl," she praised, embracing me. "I should be home early tonight. How about we have Shayera, Rex, Donna, and Cassie over and I'll make a big dinner. Okay?" I nodded my head as my mom retreated out the door. I sighed as she left. Mom was almost always working. I quickly finish my breakfast and walk out of the house, making sure to lock it.

As I walk down the street, I get a strange feeling. Like I'm being watched. I try to shake it off, but it won't go away. Suddenly, as if on instinct, I move to the side, just as a small dagger whizzes by my cheek, leaving a mark as it cuts my skin. "What the hell?" I exclaim as I clutch my cheek. A low chuckle emits from the area. "So Princess Celeste did inherit some of her mother's powers," a voice muses. By the sound of it, I think it's male.

Princess? Powers? What on Earth is this guy talking about? A man comes from the shadows. He's tall, really tall. He has long black hair and very familiar blue eyes. He's dressed in black and red Greek-style armor. "Who are you?" I demand. "And what are you talking about?"

The man chuckles at me. "I see you are as stubborn and impatient as your mother," he observes. "I suppose it runs in the family. Know, child, I'll need you to come with me."

I glare at him. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" I refused.

He chuckle again. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice." The man pulls out a small brown pouch and reaches into it. Before I know it, some sort of yellow dust is surrounding me. I start to feel dizzy and lightheaded and my energy begins to drain. I fall to my knees and begin to wheeze. My eyes feel droopy as I fight to stay awake. The dust overtakes me as I black out. The last thing I see is the man's smirking face.

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So how was that? Better than my other one right?