Okay, so this is still considered my first fanfict. It's named after my old one, if you've read it before. That one didn't come out as planned, so I deleted it. This one is better than the last. I guess it's because of all the stress from finals and papers I had due. But now I'm free of all that. I hope you like it! R&R
My name is Mya. Mya Nara. I'm seventeen years old, and part Asian and part Navajo. But you would think I'm more Native American than Asian because I don't have a trace of Asian on my face. I have long, straight midnight black hair, dark olive skin, and golden caramel colored eyes. My mom said I got them from my dad.
My dad is mortal, by the way, an artist or so he was. He and my stepmom dies in an accident when I was six. Anyways, my mother is Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, etc. etc.
You would think I have the traditional Aphrodite personality traits and love magic, but honestly I think someone got that formula wrong with me. I'm not highly social, confident, into fashion, hair products, and make up, and my love life sucks balls. I'll come to that later.
But I am considered sweet, friendly, easy- going, more tomboyish and athletic than the rest of my siblings, and clumsy. Very clumsy. And my 5' 10" height doesn't help either. My long legs are always tripping over eachother or most of the time, over nothing. Most guys find it cute, but all the girls see it as a weakness to embarass me.
The only time when I'm not a total klutz is when I have my weapons in my hand, or using my powers over the four natural element. Right now, it's my bow and arrows.
Thwark!
My arrow splits the one before it. I smile to myself, releasing another arrow and some steam. Why am I angry? Well, it involves my crappy love life.
The Titan War ended this morning and for taking part, I got a wish. I wished to bring back my best friend/ crush of thirteen years. He came back and we had a happy four minutes together before his dad, Ares, whisked him away to talk. Apollo confronted me after and told me his feelings for me. I didn't say anything and Zak came back from his little chat. Ares had told him about my kiss with the sun god and Zak got mad and left me crying on Olympus.
Thwark! Another split arrow.
Aphrodite, my own mother, also told Zak about it, after she said we would be together. She wanted to make my love life hard, thinking it would be more interesting.
"Stupid split personality of the stupid love goddess," I mutter readying another arrow. I'm about to shoot it when I hear, "Are you sure you're not Apollo's. But then again it would be weird to kiss your dad."
My aim goes slack and the arrow sails past the target. I spin around, aiming another arrow at Ares. He's sittting on the picnic bench, picking his nails with a knife.
"Positive. Now what do you want Ares?" I growl struggling to control my anger. I know it's not just from the aura he has. I'm just straight up pissed.
"Wow," he says glancing at me, "what happened to you? You used to be so sweet and respectful." He doesn't seem to notice my weapon being pointed at him. Or maybe he doesn't see it as a threat.
"You better watch yourself. I don't care if you're Aphrodite's daughter. I won't let you disrespect me."
"Don't you even talk about Aphrodite right now," I hiss. "Now what do you want?" I grit my teeth, my arms aching.
Ares laughs, "I love your anger towards me and your mother. I can just feed off of it." His face goes serious. "But I want to talk about you and Zak."
This throws me off guard and I lower my bow.
Ares catches this and smiles. "I know you still like him alot."
"Where are you going with, Ares?" my eyes narrow. "And why did you tell Zak about what happened between me and Apollo?"
He shrugs. "To start a grudge between a god and demigod, of course. It's been a while since I've seen a god and a mortal fight over a girl. I have a feeling this one is going to be good." His smile grows wider as if he's imaging it in his head.
My anger is replaced with panic and fear. "What! Why? Zak's your son, and Apollo can easily kill him! You want that?" I cry.
"Hey, I'm the god of war. This kind of stuff appeals to me. True, Zak is my son, but he's in love with you. And yeah, Apollo can kill him easily, but he doesn't want to upset you. He'll wait until he knows you'll choose him, then Zak will be killed," Ares smiles slyly and my anger, panic, and fear breaks.
I shoot an arrow at him, but he easily catches it with his hand.
"Tuh, tuh, tuh," he tsks, shaking his head. "You made a mistake punk, but I'll be nice and let it go just this time."
Ares gets up and I fling an icicle at him, narrowly missing his head. His eyes glow a dangerous color of red behind the tinted glasses.
Uh-Oh. Thanks a lot impulsive anger, I think to myself.
"That's it, punk! Now you've asked for it!" he roars and draws two wickedly long and sharp knives. I know I've made a mistake, but I don't back down. Instead, I let my bow disappear and draw my two Persian- era swords. Ares' knives are as long as I am and I know with one slice I'm dead.
The god approaches me with neckbreaking speed. I hold up my swords to minimize the impact, but it still hurts when he kicks me on the chest and I fly back a few feet. Instincts kick in and I roll away before I could have been sliced in half. I summon the winds to push Ares back so I can stand. He then advances and I take him on.
I'm not sure what I'm doing, but it's keeping me alive. Then, I pull back, jump, and kick fire at him. Ares covers his face and I take the opportunity to try and cut his legs. But he knows and blocks my strike. I slide back before I could have been decapitated, trying to catch my breath.
Ares smiles cruelly, "What's wrong, punk? Can't take it? You shouldn't have messed with me. Now, you're going to suffer."
With that being said, he charges me and swings both his knives. I dodge the attacks, but he plants a kick to my stomach and lands a punch to my jaw. I fall to the ground and open my eyes to find a sword pointed at my throat.
"I'm going to enjoy this," he says, raising the sword.
"STOP!" a voice cries out.
Ares halts and turns around. I see Percy, Annabeth, and Zak standing behind him, armed.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the punk who turned down immortality and his girlfriend. And Zak. Did you come to see me kill this girl? She was very disrespectful and actually thought she could have taken me on," Ars laughs, putting a foot on my chest.
"Let her go, Ares," Percy warns. "Or do you want me to hurt you again?"
"Ha! You were lucky that time, kid," Ares says stepping on my chest.
I cry out in pain and he points his sword at my neck again.
"Let Mya go, Dad," Zak speaks up.
Ares foot lightens on my chest, but his weapon is closer to my neck.
"Why Zak?" Ares sneers. "She hurt you and cared about a god more than you." I watch Zak's face fill with anger and hurt. "And yet you still want to save her. Why?"
That's a good question. I've hurt him and he had every right to be angry with me. Shit. He should let Ares kill me right now, just to make it end.
"Because," he starts, "she brought me back and I- I care about her."
"Yeah, so let her go," Percy pops up again.
Ares smiles crookedly and begins to step on me.
"Ahhh!" I cry out.
"Stop it!" Percy runs toward us, but is pushed back by an invisible force.
The god looks down at me and speaks so only we can hear. "I should kill you right here, but I'll let you live. I want to see my plan go through. If you disappoint, I'll kill you and Zak."
"Wait. What-"
"And if you speak to him about this," he signals to Zak, "then I'll snap his neck and I'll make sure you watch. Don't cross me again. Got it, punk?" Then he speaks so everyone can hear him. "Alright, I'm letting her go. At ease," he snaps his fingers, making all of them drop their weapons. "And Jackson, I'll see you for a fight soon."
Ares glows red and I look away. He vanishes and I lay on the ground, trying to process what he said. He was willing to hurt Zak, his own son, if I don't go through with his little plan. Without any hesitation. And I can't speak to him about it.
Annabeth runs to me and helps me up. My chest and jaw explodes in pain. "Are you alright?" she asks.
No I'm not alright. I kissed a god, hurt Zak emotionally, tried to fight a war god only to almost die, and now I'm part of a plot to get a god and demigod to fight over me, with only one who will live. And I have a feeling I know who's going to die.
But I say, "Fine," gritting my teeth.
Percy comes and kneels next to me. "What did you do to get him mad?"
"I shot an arrow and chucked an icicle at him," I reply shrugging, only making my body hurt more.
"You're kidding?" he smiles.
I shake my head.
"Why?" Zak asks and kneels to my right. I can't bring myself to look at him. "Mya, are you okay?" he asks taking my hands in his.
I want to wrap my arms around him and let him hold me, but it will only make me fall for him more. I need to sever all ties to him, for my sake and his, especially his. I don't want to, but it will save him in the long run. Even if it means shattering our friendship. My plan right now is to make him not like me anymore, so hopefully the plan doesn't go through.
I pull my hands away from Zak angrily. I didn't mean to do it like that, but Ares' plan is messing with my emotions right now. I get up and stumble, falling into Zak's arms. Again, I pull away shoving him off of me.
"Hey!-"
"Happy Birthday, Percy. And thanks for helping me out," I say and stalk off.
"Mya!" I hear Zak call, but I ignore him and run away.
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By the time I get to my cabin, my eyes sting with tears. Unable to hold in my anger, I punch to cabin wall. The cabin vibrates because of my powers over earth and leaves a descent size hole in the marble wall. My siblings rush out to see what's wrong. I glare at them angrily and they slowly go back inside.
After taking a few breaths, I enter the cabin.
"Awww. Did someone get dumped today?" my older sister Drew says, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "I think I'll go cheer up Zak tomorrow.
I try to ignore her and go to my bunk.
"Maybe I'll take him to the beach and have him hold me, while we watch the sun set."
"SHUT UP, DREW!" I shout and use the wind to slap her off her bunk.
The cabin goes quiet as they just witnessed their "sweet" head counsler slap their older sister. Drew gets up, holding her face.
"I'm so sick of you! Just shut up or it will be harder," I warn.
She sniffles and screams at me, "You monster! No wonder why Zak left you on Olympus! You're a freak!"
I feel my eyes flash angrily at her. She holds my glare,but eventuallydrops hers and goes under her blankets. I feel bad, but my anger doesn't cool. Deciding to let it subside somehow, I walk to the bathroom to shower.
When I finish, I call lights out to my still shocked siblings. I'll fix it tomorrow somehow. I lay on my back to avoid any contact to my bruised torso and fall to sleep. My dreams aren't any better than my day.
XXXXXXXXXX
I'm floating above a huge coliseum. Then Zak and Apollo appear below. Zak has his sword, Apollo has his bow. Both look at eachother in pure hatred. That's when they both charge.
"No! Stop it! Stop fighting!" I plea to them, but they can't hear me.
When both men pull away, it's oblivious they're hurt. Zak is bleeding from his chest and shoulder. Apollo has a cut cheek, and his back and arms are slashed. He's bleeding golden inchor.
I'm crying now. "Stop! Please. Don't fight anymore."
A cruel laugh fills the arena and I see Ares across from me.
"Keep fighting. You hate eachother! If you love her then kill eachother for her. Only one of you can have her!"
Apollo fits another arrow onto his bow. Zak raises his sword and charges at him. The god casually lets the arrow fly.
I scream and wake up.
